Why this insistent pull on my mind?
What is it urging me to find?
Sometimes distorter,
sometimes clear;
In the silent depths of love and fear
are the pearls of truth that appear and disappear
in the swirls of deep green waters
On a long lost and forgotten shore
It keeps calling me to explore.

India Vs Bharat.

India Vs Bharat !! That is ridiculous. Aren't enough boundaries already? I urge anybody reading this and agreeing with on it, please express your views and spread the message - We don't need more divisions; divide and conquer isn't going to work. We need freedom; freedom from ignorance and boundaries.

quietly as silence creeps,
confuses me if i am a freak.
the ans is "yes" and "no",
for the silence within me speaks.

i walked but forgot to bring myself,

i saw a flower but forgot to look at it,

i met a bird but forgot that i can fly like it,

i saw hope but forgot to believe in it,

i danced but forgot the joy in it,

i sang but forgot to voice it out,

i saw pupy eyes but forgot to smile at it,

i loved but forgot to love myself..

a thousand miles
on deserted isles,
my thoughts have been lost
and found amongst guile,
wasted, defeated, deflated and hated,
like my country's most debated,
i churn again and again i loose,
i loose myself in between this mooch..

there's mirrors mirrors on the walls,

there's them on and on.

who are you they ask me

i am no one i say,

there's a mirror in me

there's a mirror in me

a mirror that tells me,

tells me to believe

i am me,

that you are gone,

and the world goes on.

can they ever touch me,
an untouchable that is me?
can they ever fly up to my height
or reach my core?
can they ever abhore
someone as pretty as me?
can the steel cut through me,
through the shell that is me?

can the hear the silence,
the silence that is me?
can they ever love me,
love me for all the gore
that is all because of me?
can they ever let it go,
the passing storm at my door?
can they lift up this cloak
and then light up this hole?
can they ever let it go,
the passing storm at my door?

I say my blood is green

Whom do we call different? We call them different from us who do not think, do or perceive like we do.

Is it not better this way that all of are different in some way or the other? How would it be if, we all had same houses, are wearing the same clothes and talking about the same things, all the time?

So when somebody is actually different from the majority of us, why do we make a big deal out of it? Why is that one person made to alter his/her way and do what is socially thought to be correct?

Lets take a woman, who wants to adopt children rather than producing them. Socially not acceptable! Why? The lamest reason, how will the family blood be carried forward. What I don’t understand is, what are they going to do with the blood? It’s not going to reap food to eat! Rather I think it adopting children will put a stop to genetically transferable diseases.

Another reason could be, the married couple will miss out on the beautiful nine months of pregnancy. Well, I personally don’t know how beautiful they would be but if a woman is keen on adopting, she knows what she might miss or maybe she feels fortunate.
A better side can be looked upon. A couple is fortunate enough to adopt and bring up children who are for some reason abandoned. You are adding a reason to your being. And children are the same! They grow up in the way their parents mould them. A woman might have more pleasure in this than a fetus in the belly! How much could it harm? At the most bruise an ego, hear a few unexpected or it may help save you a beggar or a prostitute from making!

The point is, if some acts out of the box lets give them space. It’s like broadening your horizon. It’s like growing up and learning to accept people they way they are.
There are many examples like this one, single parenting could be a major one. There are thousands in are daily lives, thousands that we walk upon…but are crushed self-respects, dreams or paths to others.

Only humans in all living beings due to erect spines have their brains to reason or logic. Thus spiritually are superior beings. Also humans due to superior brain functions have the luxury of science. With all due respect to egos and humility, I suggest that we all take a step away from egoism to humanism, broaden our horizons and shed rigidity.

the false call

The dawn,
Oh! So crimson,
So fresh,
So virgin and so alive.

The dew on the leaves,
New rays,
New energy,
So charged and so positive.

Alas! Why are the birds going back to nest and the cows to their sheds?
Why isn’t the sun rising? I asked.


Oh! Is the crimson turning to twilight?
Crawling are the spiders out,
Howling are the wolves and mares.
Chaotic are the dragonflies,
The moths are drooling at the light.

The moon does not shine tonight
For the clouds are welled all right.
How could I see the dusk as dawn?
Just like I saw the false abode,
Like I heard the false call of hope.

fallen

The birds have flown,
The sun has shone..
The buds have bloomed
And I am doomed.

I asked for help,
I tried to tell.
They turned their back
And I fell.

I tried again.
I fell again..
I shouted and yelled
But they turned again.

Yes I am sane,
And I have this pain
But I fell yet again.

I am marred,
I am scarred,
I lay on the tar,
The burning tar.

The birds have flown,
The sun has shone,
The buds have bloomed
But I am still doomed.