There is no “Heart Break” really!
Wonder why people even mention ‘Heart Break‘!
Well, breaking is a bad omen, more so is a heart when broken.
Like when a glass gets broken, the sharp broken pieces would (it’s proportional to the intensity) disperse and pierce and hurt all around; exactly, when heart gets broken, it just takes a toll on the living around.
Give me a break!
The heart always beats in and out.
Have ever felt it deeply?
Practically, even in the bio labs, I have observed, even a separated or taken out heart never gives up.
It always beats up and down.
Down goes it, and then up it goes!
It’s such an inspiration.
So in life, never give up. There are lot of other things to give up or worth giving up. Get rid of the stress, distress, depression, pain, lust, jealousy, hatred, negativity…
You need to pump it down to pump it up!
Realise the truth that you can and always stand on your own because that’s what you have done through out.
Whenever you are pushed back, think that it’s the positive propelling force (as in spring) to leap frog, to shoot even longer.
Whenever you are down for whatever reason, always get up and make it count, make your presence and existence felt.
That’s your true nature, true character, the real you.
~ Prabeen Kumar Pati
Tag: me
Oh BaBe Oh BaBe
Oh BaBe Oh BaBe
You have hurt me.
Oh BaBe Oh BaBe
You have hurt me.
May be May be
I was thinking
Too much about you;
Oh BaBe Oh BaBe
You have hurt me.
May be May be
I was just reading
Too much into you;
May be May be
I have been writing
Too much on you;
May be May be
I am not singing
Enough for you;
Oh BaBe Oh BaBe
You have hurt me.
May be May be
I have been just rushing you
Not before again again
Kinda often off brushing you;
Sorry, Sorry,
Though I know
there’s no Lorry
(To carry my Sorry);
But there’s no lost Glory.
Holy Holy
It’s just so Holy.
(May be May be
I was missing you too much);
Oh BaBe Oh BaBe
You have hurt me.
May Be May Be
I was just working too much,
May Be May Be
I was not spending
Time with you much;
Whenever you asked me
For just that much;
Oh BaBe Oh BaBe
You have hurt me.
May be May be
Earlier I hurt you,
May be May be
I pretended to forget you,
May be May be
I pretended to avoid you,
May be May be
I took just so long
To reach you,
But Never Ever
I forgot you,
Never ever
Forget me,
Never ever
Let it go off;
Oh BaBe Oh BaBe
You have hurt me.
Oh BaBe Oh BaBe
On and On
Just let it flow.
We have to
Just let it flow.
So beautiful it’s,
Just let it glow…
…
~ Prabeen Kumar Pati
I am Idea!
Hi, I am Idea…Hmmm…
Can’t you reckon me?
I am the one who is always with you,
I never want you to be in a queue.
I am the one who makes you feel
even in traffic and crowd when
it seems there is no way,
I stand up and show the way
so you can always be happy
have nice time and make hay.
I am in you and always with you,
so as not to make you feel at loss,
never can leave you alone; always
in your own-self, heart, blood and mind.
I am the one making you feel
stay tuned and stand tall,
very dynamic and mobile,
yet very much on the ground,
and stay firm, steady and still.
I am the one in every Win,
downs and ups, all the Time.Why do they try to shut the door,
ending the session so quick, do
they think to force me sleep?
Don’t they want me to be with you,
Or don’t they want you to be with me?
Then why do they want you to log-in,
just to be back home and be with me?
Can’t they give i/p option to tell them
how long you’d be at home with me?I am originally not so original,
that I keep flowing within you;
So let ’em not try to reproduce,
and duplicate me!Why do you make me so heavy,
by using those options as B,
I tell you I don’t need (more) dress;
why do you make me tilt by that I,
I don’t like it much I must confess.Why did they name it Eureka –
Announcements section aka?
I can’t help but also laugh as
I get reminded of Archimedes.Why can’t one spend one hour
per day with you, me and our home?
Let me tell you –
Especially for those who
didn’t need to stay,
One hour extra was added
every working day.I love you so much,
and in so much with you,
I am priceless but
you never need to pay,
in order for me to stay,
I will be so happy
to be in this place
even within the limits
of characters and space,
I can manage and stay.I am so free, so you make me feel,
I can just flow at my will.
I feel so blessed, feel the bliss,
At cloud 9 in so much peace.Insider, Intruder and Competitor,
Forget their names and wrong
intents as they see us whenever;
they tell each other –
‘it’s not to be the job,
it’s not to be just the money,
and that it’s not all any more,
it’s also values and ethics,
and being smart and honest,
being always at best.
Why form an ally, and envy?
Oh dear, oh honey!You would be and want me
being (slim,) in form and
in shape, hale and
hearty, fit and sound,
So am ‘!’; and people now know
they can shed their fat(s),
can stay healthy and fit
if they laugh a bit,
develop the habit,
do yoga and always smile,
have healthy food daily and
walk at least a mile!Thanks to all, thanks for all!
I feel so obliged and say,
We can’t be separated,
You and I have found a Way!Hmmm…
I must tell you…
I am so full, know me Phool,
Plz let ’em not mark me a fool!If you say bye for now,
I would say ‘See you Soon!’.
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Ah! Friends, what can I tell you?
I feel so empowered,
So relishing the Time,
Being with Idea is never a crime.
Who says (only)
Life is beautiful?
I find Idea so bold
and so beautiful!
~ Prabeen Kumar Pati (archives)
Yes, CM! (Common Man!)
Yes, CM!
I am so common, I am the CM!
Oh, no, you thought me the CM, the Chief Minister! Never Mind! It’s me, the Common Man! It’s so Common Me!
I am so remembered, yet fully ignored!
I am so characterless, so prevalent, so common, that’s why I am Common Me!
I am the Cursed Moon! So cursed that nobody would be with me, would never praise me, forget worshipping me; worst, everybody say I am Common, I am Me, but check the reality, so cursed and corrupt I am made to be that I never make it to the wish and the to-be list of any Corrupt Man, any Common Man! So Cursed and hated, I am Common Man, I am!
I am so hot, I am so cold! I am so sexy and glamourous that I am sold at once!
I am so ridiculously Characterless Man! I am always with and on and in every man, every woman, every leader, every fellow, every teacher, every follower, every politician, every voter, every economist, every strategist, every philosopher, every prophet, everybody! I am so common, so prevalent, so much present in mention, every talk, every column, every speech, every agitation, every movement, every plan, every budget, under the carpet, every chowk, every bazaar, every turn, every corner, every road, even footpath, every house, every home, every place, every state, so much so everywhere, don’t you forget the constitution! So Characterless and Common I am!
So prevalent yet so helpless and so lonely!
Never a destination, Never the Destiny!
I am always cited, recited; but never am I Mantra the Sacred!
I am always on the talk on the red Carpet, but I am always kept under the carpet!
I am always so wildly celebrated, but I am never the celebrity!
I am always called an inspiration, but nobody wants me even in their wildest desperation!
Yes, CM! I am so much so the Common Man!
…
~ Prabeen Kumar Pati
Yes PM!
Yes, PM!
PM – Prime Minister? Oh no, I am a program manager, oh no, I am a project manager! Forget it! It’s all me, the Portfolio Manager!
Well, no Post Mortem on the warm reception I receive!
Ah! Leave it all aside! I am the PM, Post Master, I am just almost on the par of a Post Peon, I earn so much by so small margin!
Ah! Give me a break! It’s Paisa Money!
Oh no, how could you just miss them!? Paa Maa! Pitaa Maataa!
It’s Pappa Mamma! Oh! Poor Paapaa, Poor Mommy!
Give me a break for God sake! It’s all about Paisa Money!
And guess for whom it’s all the buzz and fuzz; fuss, it’s me!
I am the PM, so called, Poor Man!
Oh, no! My eyes open! It was all fake, God sake, it was all in the dreams I was eating and drinking and sleeping, because I have nothing to eat, nothing to drink, nothing to cheat, nothing to sleep with nor to sleep on; nothing to thrive on, nothing to put on; nothing to live with, nothing to live on, nothing to live for; but everything to shy for, everything to cry for, everything to die for!
And who ultimately suffers, it’s me! Poor Me!
It’s all past, it’s always the night as it seems, it’s always the pm, the last Post Meridien!
It’s all about the PM, Paisa Money! Poor Man! Poor Me!
God, alas! Really, the Poor Me, if the Poor Man the nation’s PM, the Prime Minister! Oh no, why mustn’t I be! They take all votes citing Poor Me, Poor Man!
Not just for the goons, for all even the rest, I am always the Printed Mantra, Printed Money!
I am so Prevalent (man), then why am I not worshipped as God!? Oh no, that’s impossible, how could be so helpless, God!
I always get highlighted, ya, literally; but always blind sighted, actually!
I am always in the words, literally; but never in action, never in motion (except some award winning picture motion), practically!
I am always put on the hot seat, literally; but always under the seat, virtually!
I am always celebrated, but never am I the celebrity!
So why am I not the Prime Man? Why always am I projected as the Present (moment), but always remain that Past Memory!?
I am the Prithvii (earth) and the Mitti (soil)!
Every netaa (leader), all the janataa (people) cite me, recite me, so much Poor Me!Not am I the Perfect Man!?
Dare to think I am a Poet Man!
The Prophet, the Monk – who just knows it all! Ummm, but never thinks to do it all!
It’s all political, and I am a Puppet Man used by the Politicians, Man!Ummm, always needing the helping hand; oh, the Poor Me!
Yes, the Practical Me, the Poor Me!Alas! Again, I day-sleep, discounting the Poor Me, poor moments; never on a premium, yet to live the golden PMoments!
Yes, PM!
…
~ Prabeen Kumar Pati
Do u wanna…?
Do u wanna kill me?
Kill me, kill me.
Do u wanna feel me?
Feel me, feel me.
Do u wanna talk to me?
Talk to me, talk to me.
Do u wanna meet me?
Meet me, meet me.
Do u wanna hate me?
Hate me, hate me.
Do u wanna love me?
Love me, love me.
Do u wanna hit me?
Hit me, hit me.
Do u wanna beat me?
Beat me, beat me.
Do u wanna miss me?
Miss me, miss me.
Do u wanna kiss me?
Kiss me, kiss me.
Do u wanna be with me?
Be with me, with me.
Do u wanna live with me?
Live with me, with me.
Do u wanna do it?
Do it, do it.
Do u wanna feel it?
Feel it, feel it.
…
~ Prabeen Kumar Pati
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