How do I know I'm in Love?
The question pounded its fists!
And more than the question,
The answers coming from everywhere,
Cleared the surrounded mists.
I'm seeing her all the time.
Irrespective of sunshine.
Be it day, be it night,
Under the shadow, in the light.
All I see is bright and beautiful.
The faces on the streets,
May be of all hues,
Why all resemble hers?
I not have at all clues!
Faintest voices in the air,
I look out for her earnestly.
The heart denies her absence,
In chorus with mind perfectly.
All the thoughts that emanate,
Have a touch of your songs.
That you once sang to me,
Amongst the lilies and the bees.
All the words that I speak,
All the worlds that I see,
Reaches crescendo with you along,
Else happens to not belong.
When in Love,
All I see is beautiful and bright.
******
[28.08.2013]
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Death Of A Society
Shall we embrace inhumanity at the cost of progress and advancement? This poignant but contrasting question stokes uncomfortable smoke in the cupboards of the mighty mights of India. Strewn and galore are such horrific and horrendous examples glorifying dastardly acts- mass killings, rapes, gang rapes, domestic violence, public outrage, unimaginable corruption, et al. to name a few that hog the limelight and keep the memory afresh.
We, as spectators, must first be able to discern among progress and humanity. Our busy lives shrouded by complexities successfully negotiate our demands upholding 'I and fading the 'We' factor. Unless the 'I' is pinched, it stands its ground like the Madame Liberty- liberated, uninterested. Do we just need roads, malls, theaters, flyovers, faster modes of transportation, communication or humane countenance at the day's end? While most would end up with the earlier model, few living mortals would remain happily ever after with the latter. The point of contention is not 'who-sides-with-whom' but if the chosen means leads to the end that we fathom.
Dissecting the term 'inhumanity' would perhaps open up Pandora's Box. It is of various hues and its severity scorches the worst when inflicted on one's self or own self. While the term consists of 'in' and 'humanity', but the combination is sure to flare up pent up emotions and depicts the malign that we, at times, profoundly help flourish and nourish.
Covered under different sections of Indian Penal Code are laws that held one guilty of wrongdoings (read inhumanity) against a fellow citizen but are they anywhere relevant when the culprits are your own family members (because hardly one complains in those cases, leave alone conviction). The silent movie era had actions and emotions to depict but here in the name of social strata and the so-called stigma attached to
if you complain against your own family members, the ratio of silent sufferers keeps climbing, compounding. What is social development if it tramples its own members? Maiming and subjugating the deprived (whose voices are subdued) is regressive development.
Caste system has spread its tentacles without much effort and has garnered brownie points for itself. We, on the other hand, have become slaves and those few who rise to challenge its hegemony are inflicted so severe a blow that shines as a blatant example of fatal hindrance for the coming/thinking generation ahead. This infliction is creditable to one's family members most of the time, who under the veiled hallucinations of impending social implications take the harshest measures reflecting their inhumane countenance- unabashed, unrepentant, yet glorious. And we pronounce that we are in the 21st century and the society has made progress by leaps and bounds. This so-called lecherous society must hang its head in shame. And yes lecherous- for its lusty ideals sans love and peace.
N.B.: The recent spate of rapes and the coming forward of the families of the accused rapists in their kins' favor speaks tons of what the society has become. Even if an accused is proved to be a juvenile, must not their parents kill him. This is a question to them.
We, as spectators, must first be able to discern among progress and humanity. Our busy lives shrouded by complexities successfully negotiate our demands upholding 'I and fading the 'We' factor. Unless the 'I' is pinched, it stands its ground like the Madame Liberty- liberated, uninterested. Do we just need roads, malls, theaters, flyovers, faster modes of transportation, communication or humane countenance at the day's end? While most would end up with the earlier model, few living mortals would remain happily ever after with the latter. The point of contention is not 'who-sides-with-whom' but if the chosen means leads to the end that we fathom.
Dissecting the term 'inhumanity' would perhaps open up Pandora's Box. It is of various hues and its severity scorches the worst when inflicted on one's self or own self. While the term consists of 'in' and 'humanity', but the combination is sure to flare up pent up emotions and depicts the malign that we, at times, profoundly help flourish and nourish.
Covered under different sections of Indian Penal Code are laws that held one guilty of wrongdoings (read inhumanity) against a fellow citizen but are they anywhere relevant when the culprits are your own family members (because hardly one complains in those cases, leave alone conviction). The silent movie era had actions and emotions to depict but here in the name of social strata and the so-called stigma attached to
if you complain against your own family members, the ratio of silent sufferers keeps climbing, compounding. What is social development if it tramples its own members? Maiming and subjugating the deprived (whose voices are subdued) is regressive development.
Caste system has spread its tentacles without much effort and has garnered brownie points for itself. We, on the other hand, have become slaves and those few who rise to challenge its hegemony are inflicted so severe a blow that shines as a blatant example of fatal hindrance for the coming/thinking generation ahead. This infliction is creditable to one's family members most of the time, who under the veiled hallucinations of impending social implications take the harshest measures reflecting their inhumane countenance- unabashed, unrepentant, yet glorious. And we pronounce that we are in the 21st century and the society has made progress by leaps and bounds. This so-called lecherous society must hang its head in shame. And yes lecherous- for its lusty ideals sans love and peace.
N.B.: The recent spate of rapes and the coming forward of the families of the accused rapists in their kins' favor speaks tons of what the society has become. Even if an accused is proved to be a juvenile, must not their parents kill him. This is a question to them.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
There have been times, I look for you !!
There have
been times, I look for you,
Not to talk,
but to listen,
Not to ask,
but to grasp,
Not to claim,
but to gain,
Not to be
shy, but to fly.
Withstanding
the time, I stood
May be for
you,
May be for
myself,
Or may be
for us.
Where are
you?
I saw you
there,
Far away
from here,
Alone on the
grass,
With a lull countenance,
An act of
repentance?
Or was it in
the dreams?
My eyes were
wide shut,
Was I not
sleeping?
I was, may
be looking,
For you
while awakening.
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