Listening to the voices speak for their political drums, seeing the people march to the political beat.
They say we think for ourselves. I laugh at their words. You are sheep,waiting for the reasons, a reason to riot. A reason to hate. You march to nothing but the deliverance of emptiness that bullies others to your own pace!
You believe you are right. If it offends you, rip it down, burn the books, destroy history. Go to the safe places, hide flee.
We have turned into a nation where we preach being wrong does not matter, get a trophy just for participation.
If our old men and women preach it from the tops of congress, it is progress? No it is hot air with a lot of stress!
Blessed to be born in INDIA
....Kirne wo Suraj ki jis Zameen Ko chukar apne aap pe garv mehsoos Karti hai .... wo Chand ki Chandni jiski sateh pe girkar khudh Ko khush Naseeb samajti hai ... Jis bhoomi ki mitthi ki sugandh aatho dishao mai phel kar duniya mehkhati hai ....
wo Bharat Desh hu Mai ......
...Waise toh Zinda hu Mai harozo saalo se ... Apne aap Mai magan ...lakh khushiyon khudh Mai sametkar par na thi kisi ke khayalo Mai... phir duniya ke kaagaz pe hui phechan wo jo banayi musafir koi Vasco ne .... sabse alag Ghiri hu mai teen dishaye ghere sagar aur uttar mai fauladi pahado se ...pata chala usse mere Nas nas ki padaish logo ki hai jaise jungle ke sher jo na daarte kisi ke daha...
Haar uss veer ko salam hai...
Jisne apni jaan ke kadar na krte hue....
Humare desh ke raksha ki...
Haar uss sipahi ko sir jhuka kr naman krte hai....
Jisne apni parivar ki kadar na krte hue...
Humare desh ko apne jaan se zyda pyaar kiya...
Haar uss kurbani ko hum yaad rakhegey..
Bhaliye woh jaliyan wala bhagh ho, ya fir angrezo ke samne na jhukhna...
Hum sabne ek jut hokar phle bhi buraai ko achaai par jeet laye the...
Aur aghe bhi hum ek jutt hokar kbhi bhi ek dusre ka sath nahi chodege...
Aur humesha aise he ek sache desh bhakt ki tarah apne desh ki raksha kregey...
Bhaliye woh border par khada jawan ho ya fir majboor apni din bhar ki roz ki kamaye ke liye ladhta hai....
Peace, harmony and love is what all of us dreamt of.....,
Politics, hatred and religion has divided us all.....,
Let’s change it, Let’s be the change.
73 years of joy, lurked by the horrors of past,
Sacrifices of men and women alike, made worthy at last.
Children of today cry for virtual freedom,
Complain about how modern world can’t overcome,
Unknown of the pains of our forefather for freedom to live,
A concept so far off, yet they were determined to thrive.
Gokhale to Gandhi, ashfaqullah to Azad,
The kings and queens of counties far and wide,
Divided by culture, Caste and language,
United by one stride.
Reformers to thinkers, idealist to extremist,
Different ways to protest and fight,
Yet driven by one goal, to seek what is their birth right.
Some rose to prominence, some unknown souls,
Some echoing screams in massacre,
Life laid down by millions
In honour and pride of our nation
Free from colonism
Paving the way to the
In the world
I am proud to be
Cherishing this day !!
On faces of the oppressed
The way we were looted
We now stand tall
And matter to the world
Yes this is our
With glory And pride
Happy Independence Day to all
With a hundred questions and doubts inside her head, Madhu rode back home from work. For no logical reason whatsoever her vehicle stopped right in the middle of a deserted road. With her eyes wet, she was too tired to even get upset. Looking around helplessly, she spotted a little pond on the backside of a school. The next 20 minutes of her time just belonged to the pond where there was absolute silence. On the first page of her diary she wrote "Looking at a still pond, came my biggest realisation... There's something absolutely beautiful about keeping things simple"... Maybe not happy, but she was a peaceful person when she left back home...
I live in the notion
With a feeling
surrounded by demons
Selfishness has taken away their soul
Making them think
It's only money
That can afford
The meaning of humanity
Seems to be in despair
Making me think
Is this the world
We dreamt of ??
I refute the language
of light and dark
good and evil
What was born as a fear
the dim places where the
wild things devour
has twisted under streetlights
into a fear of ourselves
a dichotomy of racist
where light and dark are
insidious metaphors for
so buried in subconscious culture
we cannot disentangle them
These children claim
but are we not
still living in
a dream within a dream?
and how many awakenings must there be
before we are
Si pues nací aquí en Estados Unidos pero me considero un ciudadano dé segunda clase porque siempre me van a ver el color de mi piel primero y no me avergüenzo del color de mi piel (pues es un resultado de un tanning salon y fue gratis (lol)) y yo se que todo este racismo que se a desarrollado en los últimos años se va a poner peor, y no debería hacer así, pues un día todos los que han dejado a Dios morar en su corazón vamos a vivir con El juntos y él color de la piel no va a importar
Adventure doesn't mean
Hanging on a rope
Half way up a mountain
Or surfing the waves
On the Northshore
Adventure is an attitude
We need to apply
To our everyday existence
Ages of misoperation
Classified into castes
We have witnessed
Shame to mankind
We fought together
For the common freedom
Divided us into two
Now we are
Over piece of land
I wish freedom again
With which we fought
Standing tall and together
For peace to prevail
But my hope is diminishing
With every passing day
When 5 am comes
I wake to peace and quiet
And ponder my dreams.
#peace #quiet #CMAugChallenge writing prompts
Hoy siento la enorme necesidad de alejarme emocionalmente de todo y de todos...
Elegir un camino sin rumbo y recorrerlo sin detenerme...
Ir a lo desconocido y respirar...
Hoy solo quiero libertad...
No time for reflection
Killing the earth
All the natural disappearing
All because of our lascivious viewing
Because who has time to care about our planet?
To learn even a small lesson
Afterall, it's more fun to watch worldwide erections
nestled in a shell
is where she dwells
hidden from sight
hidden from light
for without a shell
her fragile self would
start to welt from the
loved too hard
fell too fast
into a better shape
so don't get near
don't fiddle around
for this caterpillar is about
to turn into a butterfly of her own
Peace is not an absence of war, it is a virtue, a state of mind, a disposition for benevolence, confidence, justice.
Never before have I been so enamored by the notion of your boat rockin my ocean.
Like, there’s a reason you touched me.
In my time of need your embrace soaked up the cracks of my space.
Goodness filtered every crevice and suddenly I’m an Egyptian princess.
This wine in my veins has insane metaphors, like put me to sleep before I make a fool of pure sentiment.
Label me sekhmet.
Those Hawaiian genes you sport mean some serious things for my Scottish knees.
They grow weak.
The one time I didn’t see you for a week, our first embrace felt like velvet.
Kisses so soft and firm suddenly it was 1999 and Christmas gifted me a black bodysuit.
Click, pose, holding you-robotic Pikachu.
You let me p...