****Things I wanna say****
It’s your birthday little darling,
You are two and everything around is new,
You are constantly exploring, Your smile is too good to be true.
The little things you say, in a sweet alluring way,
Always shining In glee, like the brightest of sun ray ,
Ask my little darling, ask why?
Question everything without being shy!
Why the stars shine at night?
Why the sky is so bright?
Why the birds only have flight?
Why the world is not Alright?
Grow my little darling,
Awaits a world out there to explore,
Conquer the Mount Everest or surf the sea shore,
Dive into the sea, if that’s your heart’s plea,
Let nothing stop you from being free.
Dare to dream my little darling,...
Why can’t a non-veg preferring person condemn such cruel act?
Following the food chain and eating meat vs killing animal for sport are two very different things.
One is required for ecological balance while the other is just a sadistic pleasure for the dominant race of the planet.
That is why, the killing for food is called as Halal or jhatka etc in some cultures, where the aim is to kill clean, mercifully and with minimum pain.
Yes, selective outrage is concerning....But it is not the celebrities we should be focusing on, but the issue itself....
And no, Human life is not more important; it is only equally important.
This act should not be used to attack one community or religion; but ...
Many people are outraged on news reports quoting the Pregnant elephant’s death as a murder.
Elephant was not fed with the pineapple crackers but it made its own choice to eat it, they say...
Mutton eating celebrities and their selective woke, such as oon death of the elephant but no empathy for the minority woman in Delhi Jail, they say...
Human lives are more important they say...
It’s a certain communities wrong doing they say....
To all those voices, doesn’t matter if the elephant was force-fed or ate the pineapple on its own... It was a murder nevertheless!
They say, the pineapple cracker was a age old practice to protect crop from wildlife..
So is that kind of killing justified? To kil...
The opinions are divided...
The whites have oppressed and discriminated those born of colour....
Humans have tortured animals for pleasure, entertainment, food and merchandise....
Some say, the outrage on George Floyd’s brutal killing is a political move; as elections are nearing...
Some say the whites are not racists and they try to trend #WhiteLivesMatter...
While, the man was brutally murder based on accusation of using counterfeit currency to buy a peppermint at a Deli...
Does the crime amount to the punishment?
Does the protests for the lost life and the fight for the justice seem staged?
It is easy for the entitled and privileged to cry foul; when the only difficult...
At times like this...
I can’t help but wonder....
Where are the Gods we worship 5 times or 500 times a day...?
The Deity or power residing in the temple, mosque, gurudwara or churches....
Why are the holy destinations supposed to solve all our problems suddenly empty and abandoned....?
Suddenly, those monuments where we shower our donations and seek for wishes to come true; have become just walls and bricks....
Suddenly, it doesn’t matter where the temple was built or who broke the mosque....
Suddenly, we would rather rely upon a Muslim doctor or a Hindu leader to safeguard our life...
Rather than follow the preachers and god mens...
Maybe, God is no more listening to you or care ab...
And before she could process all the new developments; she was already married. Everything happened so fast that, she couldn’t prepare herself for the life altering changes , the responsibilities and relations she was involuntarily pushed in to.
She had just returned back home from her hostel. Her graduation exams had wound up and she couldn’t wait to return to her Amma and baba. Life in town and the independence it brought in to her life was liberating; yet she yearned to be with her parents.
Since childhood, she was a smart student acing at every subject, an obedient daughter, a loving granddaughter and a caring sister. She always put her family ahead...
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,
I saw you everyday; but you never existed to me before,
Yet when you breezed into my life, you were to me; like the sea to the shore...
Selfish and annoying you say, you are,
Yet you are better than most people, I have met so far...
Flaws that don’t dent the beauty of your soul,
Wonder why they don’t make more like you anymore..
You are right, even when you are wrong,
It’s funny and cute when you act headstrong...
Packed with super powers so and ironic,
Condescending others politely and switching from head over heels to platonic...
Even when life throws you in to storm,
You surprise me with your calm smile,
It’s soothing to see you, just dealing with life,
A struggle fo...
Listening to the rhythm of heart one day,
I discovered a mysterious fact about its sway,
Every beat was a word being spoken,
Silence of unknown wisdom was broken.
It asked me, don’t you feel the pain you pour on to me,
Aren’t you ashamed to always pawn me?
Several times I have been shattered and torn!
Yet you put me up for sale, the very next dawn!
Your words are true, I said,
And your pain is mine too, my friend,
Please stand by me right now,
for when the time comes true,
I will hold you tight and how,
And the sun will shine on you!
The dusk will be yours, so will be the dawn,
And at your dismissal, the world will be your pawn,
You will be my master, and I shall serve you right,
I just feel empty within
A void that cannot be filled
A cry for help if you listen
A tear that cannot be wiped
There is wait and hope for a call,
The slightest sign, the grip of love,
Oh silly me, it’s a dream not truth,
only sweet until the reality brews,
Collapsed on my knee, head bent and defeated,
The love I was proud of, drunk away and bleated,
I weep and I scream, like the mad queen o khaleesi,
Conquered the world, but betrayed by love so easy,
Unburnt, unbent and unbroken They say,
She is however, Soul shattered, heart crushed and depressed in dismay,
Tricked and Stabbed into the heart by her bae
Despair to end this tragedy at once,
Head tries to cut off the ties of soul,
Most people have a delusional idea about the term consent for physical intimacy.
Consensual sex means, indulging in mating rituals upon mutual agreement at the agreed time and place by all parties involved. However there is more to that, than just the definition.
Consent, is only valid if both parties are of the legal age and of sound mind (In India it is 18 years). If either of the party involved is a minor, or mentally unstable or under influence of alcohol or such other influence causing temporary inability of judgement, such a consent remains void
Consent cannot be implied. It has to be clearly communicated to the party.
Consent needs to be established. A mere claim does no...
Bolna chahti hu Kuch, magar lafz Kafee nahi
Mann me phaili andheron ko, yeh waqt raazi nahi
Mere takaluf ko samja main sakti nahi
Samjana Chahu toh b, Alfaz umadte nahi
Tumse hua mohabbat ka junoon mar sa gaya
Mere Sapno k aangan me jaise Phool murja gaya
Barasti baarish k dhun me joh Ishq ki Geet sunti thi main
Usse gungunake apne me muskati thi main
Unhi baarish ki baadalon ka garazne se dil thamjata hain ab
Aakhon pe aansu aur aanchal pe razai ka parda odti hu ab
bolna chahti hu kuch,magar lafz kaafi nahi..
Mann main phaili andheron ko, yeh waqt raazi nahi....
Imbecile, if I have to describe myself in a word, that’s what comes to my mind. I have always, jumped two steps ahead without foreseeing the potholed lane in front.
Most times, I end up looking back and regretting everything I did! Changes I could have made, choices I should have made, and words I could have said.
Yet, I know that amidst all the highs and lows caused by my actions and words; I have made stories.. I haven’t just simply lived. I have made a difference to someone, to something in a good or bad way.. I mattered, I existed and I shall be remembered!
I have few questions for you,
I shall wait for the judgement day to come true,
It might not convince you but,
You are just not worthy of a conversation with me before adieu!
I want to know, do you kid-talk a “helloooo” and laugh on your own tone when you call her?
Just like you would do with me....
Do you look at her with amazement while she talks and talks,
And then burst in to bouts laughter, when she looks back at you for a response?
Like you have done with me several times when we met!
When the sun hits the sea,
do you talk all your problems and summarise how your day went by,
Feel stupid about you actions and regret on how you should have been sly,
and then laugh and promise her tha...
***************YOU & I ***************
I see millions of eyes, day in-day out,
Something is different about yours that i cannot speak about,
I see thousands of smiles, every passing day,
None thrusts in to my heart, the way yours does without any dismay,
Having kissed quiet a few lips in the times before,
Surely i know none has lured me like yours for more..
Lips so tiny hidden under the shadow of whiskers,
As erruptive as an ocean, yet sweet as bee-nectar,
I get lost in the warmth of your mouth, let months passby and decade.
Let wrinkles creep through my skin, yet i would never get over with your taste.
Those slender fingers when reaches out and gives me gentle touches,
It sends shudder...
"Helloo, did you happen to see the new pic i uploaded on facebook..aha, then why haven't you liked and commented on it yet? Common, add a nice comment for the picture".. This is not one off message i have received in recent times.. I get this quite often.. Mostly from distant relatives who i hardly speak with..
Mostly i just oblige and comment something nice on their drag post.. These days its become an obligation to like and comment on pictures and posts or it can cause distress in relations.. Can even cause cold wars within family and bigger ego issues.. I hate the social platform for the very reason.. Its no more about expressing yourself or connecting with people.. Its about people's se...
Looking at his Angelic smile,
I was wondering for a while,
What on earth made it so divine,
Being with him sends me on cloud nine!
The little teeth that were sprouting out,
Fumbling whatever was just taught,
Oh my Lord, he keeps me cheered,
He loves it when he is loved and cared.
The innocence and peace in his eyes,
Can help a dying man to retrieve to life,
God's Angel That the children are,
My nephew is the best one so far..!
I see light, colors that hymn tunes of joy.... Its a great day!!! I see people speeding towards an intangible finishing point of some unconventional race.. Always in hurry!!!
I hear noises, of honking vehicles which has managed to vanish the sweet chirps of birds, crickets..
Yet so none see me, none hear me.. I am crying on top of my voice, so much so that my throat is hurt and hoarse... But it reaches no ear.. I can see few wandering eyes capturing my look, choosing to ignore.. Well this is routine to me... why am i crying? Aah, I am just having cravings today and this is how i (y)earn fine food.. By the end of day, i am sure i might get something to tickle my taste buds!
I am optimist...
Door is creaking again!! The little flower is shivering with fear, angst and pain!!
Once, not so long back
..this very same sound of creaking door, excited her.. she would be eagerly waiting to see the shadow growing bigger through the thin ray of light flowing in from the slightly opened door.. Her heart would ponder with joy and she would run to hide behind the door, so that she could do the "Boo..." to the owner of the growing shadow.... back then she was five!!
Today, at 14 , creaking doors are her worst nightmare.. She cannot recollect when or how the innocent childhood plays, started changing in to acts of disgust.. when those innocent touches, that oozed warmth and affection turn...