a poem to live in the city

If you ask me, the purpose of life has to be more than climbing a self-constructed ladder. Like, it has to be more than a 3BHK in a metro, with two kids, a car and a prestigious job at a faceless corporation, 2 weeks of vacation and a movie on the weekend. Isn’t this weird that, we all continue to fool ourselves? When you know nothing matters the universe is yours, and I've never met a universe that was into it. The universe is an animal, it grazes on the ordinary. It creates infinite idiots just to eat them. You know? Smart people get a chance to climb on top and take reality for a ride but it'll never stop trying to throw you. And eventually it will, there's no other way off - Rick, Rick and Morty.

My beloved tunnel, we meet again, Your smoky embrace, was missed in the train, Lets make a toast, to your tobacco smeared rear, To my aerosol elixir, devouring my fears, Come and teach me to forget, Well being is a burden, I sweat, Lets let it all out, with a puff so sacred, lets ma'ar the society, with a mist of hatred, Is it the smell, or is it the taste?? Which forces me, to clash my fate, I'll breathe, and long past midnight, And I fade away, with no regrets, Your remains, bathed in a glowing aura, Bleed profusely, in my abode of ashes, A long thread of that marvellous grey, The proud evidence, of your bittersweet karma, The last spire, a sudden draught, A purpose fulfilled, a lesson taught, I wish I could avoid, that one last kiss, I'll be back, with another bud, I promise.

In the silence of the morning, a whisper cuts the air, A message cold and distant, a news too hard to bear. Dreams built on dedication, now teetering on the brink, A heart beats heavy, wondering what to think. Hands that once were busy, now tremble in the void, A future once so certain, now painfully destroyed. Colleagues turned to family, faces etched with strife, Together we once thrived, now fragments of a life. Hope flickers dim, yet stubborn in the dark, A search for new beginnings, a flame ignites a spark. For even in this sorrow, strength will find its way, In the wake of endings, dawns a brighter day.

The Loss of a friend I felt deeply The sorrows I shared The laughs we all carried The roads walked together The thoughts that we lived through My Friend For a Call that I missed a day For a regret of an eternity I apologise for not being there You Were the Strongest,Respected and The Most Beautiful Soul I ever met. For even if I wish, the past cannot be undone For a life again lived It's with you I want To be raised together from the sun For Will I Live The Thoughts of our growth For the void that I have to live by.

Hyd had a charm but it has lost it. madrush of IT and it sector. not worth the traffic or the risk of being run over by some vehicle. The govt shld reimagine the way this city is being configured. people shld consciously rethink. offices are mandating full time wfo. is it worth it? had a major accident today. feel like revisiting choice of this city, job and career. family over career? wife or child over kpi?

***The Unsung Song*** In the corridors of youth, a lad met a maiden fair, Her wisdom beyond years, in college halls she dwelt. Their souls entwined through digital strings on Yahoo's lair, Numbers exchanged, and on the phone, their hearts would melt. Best friends they blossomed, through seasons and years, A meeting planned, with hope and hearts aflutter. But love, unbidden, in the boy appears, A love unreciprocated, causing hearts to shutter. A quarrel arose, the lad withdrew in pride, His words to her, scarce and coldly dealt. Fate's cruel hand then took her for a ride, A car crash, a hospital gown, a belt. Pre-surgery, she reached out with a trembling hand, He, unaware of the gravity, wished luck, nothing more. Days passed, a call returned, a revelation unplanned, Her cousin's voice bore news that shook him to the core. The surgery a success, yet a nerve was cut, Her essence leaked, her light extinguished in the dark. The boy, now a man, in sorrow's rut, His heart forever marked by an indelible mark. In others, he seeks her, in vain attempts at love, Each relationship a mirror, reflecting his loss. Alone in a crowd, he looks to the stars above, For the one he loved and lost, no matter the cost. Haunted by regret, a word unsaid, a chance not taken, He wanders through life, a specter of his former self. In every face, her eyes, his foundation shaken, A young man lost, a book unread, left on the shelf.

After working remotely as an Intern, I cracked a SDE role and moved to this new city. I feel homesickness now. I feel like running away from every single thing here. Everything reminds me of my family. I don't have much work experience but I'm trying to continue to work here and looking to crack another role in SDE but remote. This way I can stay with my family as well. I don't know, I feel lost. This city is costly and spending so much in the initial month just to settle down was overwhelming and traumatizing.

I know it’s a very common question, and impossible to know or answer. But curious how you folks here rationalize the meaning of life. Add your age if that’s okay, for good measure For me: I’m 27, my life’s purpose (or so I think) is to build something that helps a whole lot of people have a better life. And it is to make the people around me - family, friends, strangers happier (the scale of which depends on how successfully I pull this off). Whats yours? Would love to engage on this :)

I am still a student Final year Even after knowing this is all worthless Focusing on career is everything But a void still remains ain't it? To share everything I had for the day Or even listen to some good words Not everyone has a good relationship with their parents Not everyones good friend is free for every time talk Sometimes it feels this isn't enough Had to reach the place where all my friends at the top are Sometimes it feels right to end and leave everything Thanks for reading Have a good sleep