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A gift neglected.

She was sent from the heavens,
As a blessing to the world,
She was the tiny hope,
Which could grant life to their words.

She could quench their plans,
Take care of their sorrows,
She could nurture their dreams,
Carry them to a beautiful tomorrow.

She flew down from the sky,
Not caring for her dazzling coat,
Hearing their deepest prayers,
She couldn’t delay her aboard,

She reached with a twinkling hope,
Ready to give them all they had asked for,

Alas, she lay unwelcomed,
As they were busy cursing their Creator.

She died dancing around flashing her jewels,
Desperate to once catch their glimpse,
But the proud humans couldn’t see their gift,
A shiny little Droplet, she paid the price of their greed.

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Another Fairytale

I was reading my favorite poem,
You were riding your favorite horse,
Fate had decided for us to meet,
Only it wasn’t the correct hour.

I was twirling in my dress,
You held your hand out,
The stage was set for us to dance,
Only it wasn’t our song.

I had taught the animals to speak,
You were their sincere listener,
Nature arranged our conversation,
Only the words hadn’t heeded our call.

I was the Princess to guide you to the stars,
You were the Prince that fought through the wars,
Our Fairytale was perfect,
Only the Book left out our part.

A moment of breath

Constantly changing,

Constantly losing and constantly gaining,

Constantly moving,

Constantly retracing and constantly pacing,

Constantly dreaming,

Constantly sleeping and constantly awakening,

Constantly loving,

Constantly hurting and constantly laughing,

Constantly learning,

Constantly falling and constantly growing,

Constantly working,

Constantly tiring and constantly pumping,

Constantly circling,

Constantly dying and constantly living.

It confuses me sometimes,

How we learnt to live this way,

Unsure, unwilling, unhappy yet brave,

Wishing for a longer night,

Hoping for a better day,

Unabashed for who we are,

Unaware of who we may,

Seconds seeming longer to hold,

Years passing by without a trace,

Running without direction around a maze,

Yearning for opportunities to wait,

If only life could pause a moment,

Everything would perhaps fall into place.

The Extrovertist Introvert

We have seen atleast one Extrovertist Introvert in all phases and spaces of our lives. He is the person who dances crazily all night in the bar but goes home to binge watch his favorite videos alone. She is the person who shops latest trends with her friends all day but takes a different route home to spend her evening in the park alone. He is the person who is popular for his sense of humor but is always seen hanging out alone. She is the kind of the person who sets higher benchmarks at work but tries all weekend to ace that new photography skill alone.

They are the individuals whom everybody think they know, who speak up their minds, who are famous for their skills and talents and are not afraid to show them. They are also the people whom nobody knows, who follow their hearts quietly, who are everyday fighting their flaws all the while hiding themselves from others.

You have seen these people, fancied them, met them, befriended them and maybe even dated them. Some of them amazed you, some swayed you away with their awe and charm and some disappointed you. With some you fell in love seeing the extra in their ordinary and some seemed to be a let down when their extra displayed an ordinary.

They are the artists who manage to paint their faces with the brightest of smiles each morning even though they had cried their eyes out last night. They are the soldiers who are constantly battling inside each second but seem like they have everything under control on the outside. They are the accountants who have to keep a track of their weak moments so that it doesn’t show. They are the lovers who have been admired just for their shine because if they stop, they lose their worth.

Some of us are such persons, trying to keep our heads above the water, looking for our parts of the world, painting our beautiful stories and smiling at our secret selves.

They are the people who are available for everyone, who seem so strong on the outside that they are forgotten to be cared for. They are the jokers who make you laugh so hard that you fail to perceive their sadness inside their eyes. They are the extremists who surprise you by their open-minded understanding. They are the accepting hugs who don’t see your scars but only your spirit which has the power to overcome them all.

They are your best friends, they notice when you try and reassure when you fail. They are your leaders, who strive till the end up motivating you to not give up. They are your healers, who make you realize that life isn’t that hard and you have the power to live it the way you want. They are your teachers, who see your outstanding potential and nurture you to put it to your best use.

They are the folks who have lived life on both sides of the coin. They have debated with the so-called rules of life and applied their own versions of them. They have been the followers of the crowd and have had many others following them. These wonderful humans have seen universe conspiring ruthlessly and welcomed the magic it brings with it. They are the unstoppable fighters who keep the Earth spinning on its feet even when it becomes too heavy to just stand.

These are the giant blissful extroverts who can fit the chaotic world into themselves and these are also the wonderful minute introverts whom this chaotic world fails to fit in itself.

The Horror of Hollow judgement

12575975_10153235135426260_1141321301_nContributed by Anonymous–

The “hot and happening boys” brigade of my school never approached me because I was an average looking girl. I had a wonderful circle of friends and I was focused in studies, extracurricular activities and self development. Devoid of much attention in my teens didn’t make me jealous, yet I felt bad for not being as attractive as other girls. This continued so in my college as well.

Today, after 2 years of leaving my campus education, I have started getting into limelight. I won’t say I have become more attractive with respect to the societal norms, but yes I do agree I have improved considerably not because I have grown miraculously beautiful overnight but because I have invested time and energy on myself and have reaped self awakening and self confidence. So much so that the same “hot and happening boys” brigade started chasing me out of nowhere. Starting with complimenting my pictures on social media platform, then asking me for my number, then asking me out for a date, then asking to meet over a drink and finally showering me with sassy words like “hot”, “sexy”, “nice figure”, “nice butt”, “mind blowing rear” etc.

At first I thought I should consider taking those as compliments, but sooner I realized the ugly direction this was turning towards. Suddenly being good looking became a crime! Thank god I had my senses intact, I did not fall for those words otherwise he would have had me wasted over drinks and soon gotten physical with me in no time. Who would I have blamed then? Kejriwal? Modi? Delhi Police? Imagine a female ‘complimenting’ a male for his privates. Hard to imagine? Now imagine a male ‘complimenting’ a female for her privates. Easy to imagine? There is a difference between complimenting sensibly and targeting private parts in specific. Now that I look like a fleshy hourglass figured woman, I see how the perspective has changed. I wouldn’t blame men completely for this, for they have never been opposed by females in their lives previously and this is their norm. Females must have blushed and have had hots for such sassy “compliments”, but I have never enjoyed such stinking words thrown at me, especially by those who know me only virtually or like an acquaintance. I am a human being. I have numerous strata of my own. I have many more dimensions of myself beyond my curvy figure, appealing personality or an attractive smile. I have a brain full of knowledge. I have a heart full of emotions and experiences. I have had my moments of success and failure. I am a sister, a daughter, a best friend, a fiancée. I have a strong philosophical side. I am a soul. I have a boundless existence. I am an ocean of patience and love but if you try to break me, remember I also possess the ability to represent the very famous Indian goddess to rip apart your ego so bad that you won’t stand up straight. I may not harm you directly. I may not demean you like you just did, but I surely will give you my piece of mind sooner or later. That will get you tossed down.

This makes me wonder how other females holding considerably important and prestigious positions in corporate houses or government must be dealing with similar situations. I am surprised how these men judge me on physical level. Come sit with me, have a mature conversation and let’s figure out then if you could outflank me or not. I am way beyond my physical “sexy” state. I have reached this level on the basis of my hard work, cluster of shame, chunk of failures, mindfulness, hours of study etc. I have grown out of those hardships and you have no right to belittle me by those words. I choose my credibility and attitude as my identity over my looks and figure. May you judge me on my credibility and not physique; you shall know how brainsick you have been otherwise. I wanted to meet this “sassy” mouthed guy and give him a good lesson for life. But instead of arguing with him and many others, I peacefully chose to frame this article and make it public to address a greater audience. I don’t intent to address all men here. I know there are certain sensible men reading this for which I would thank them for not being such jerks. My target is of two kinds; men who demean women and women who let men demean women. Delhi is regarded as a capital of spoilt brats, rightly so. Once someone told me- “You can find laundey here but not men (read humans)”. It is absolutely hurtful to hear such comments for a girl who belongs to Delhi since her first breath. This issue, however, leaks beyond the geographical boundaries.

Appendix: I do not intend to argue on how one should think and express. My purpose is to elucidate that nobody holds a one dimensional entity. One must not be perceived on face value (read physical value) and be termed with sassy words. I would any day love to hear compliments like “beautiful”, “smart”, “intelligent”, “nice thought” over “hot”, “sexy”, “hot”, “bomb” etc. I am also aware of the fact that by punching keys on my laptop I can only complaint and express my thoughts. But it is certain that this little ripple thus created is far better than being ignorant and accept dullard comments. I am aware that there are females who enjoy and accept such “compliments”. Remember how shamefully those common Hindi curse words have now carelessly seeped into everybody’s language? So have those sassy “compliments”. Let us re-think and re-establish our conscience to enrich the next generations. If my words make a speck in your thought process, it will be an achievement.

Search for my brother.

Birthed in the same cave,
We spent our first and last moments together,
Unknown of each other.

Captured by the same butcher,
Cut off and separated apart,
Unaware of the presence of each other.

Cast by the same hands,
Molded into similar shapes,
Smelling breaths of each other.


Staying close to one another.

Broken and twirled,
Fixed and swirled,
We look like each other.

Running on the same paths,
Desperate, lonely, tireless and adamant,
Constantly searching for each other,
My brother, My pal.

Pink Pink everywhere!

Pink Pink Everywhere,

Not a bit of flesh to spare!

Pink pink everywhere,

Not a tiny soul to care!
Flowers on the front garden,

A lake at the back,

A perch for birds at the top,

A cage for the girl in that.

He caressed the plantation around,

Filled in music in the air.

Granted love in and about,

Crushed the one that longed in there.

She lived her life in dismay and despair,

He was different in her eyes and ear,

Something else she heard and thought,

Something else she saw and felt.

Her fear was pointless, they said.

Her words proved to be meaningless.

But she knew in her heart,

His mask hid an ugly head.

The world only saw what he showed,

They believed what he told,

None made an effort to look,

Inside the house beautiful and bold.

Pink pink everywhere they saw,

Pink pink he bestowed.

The pink was not cultivated anywhere,

It was her he cut through.

Rims.

Every human is guarded by his boundaries, outlined by his verges and obstructed by his limitations. Some know their own, some act upon and improve and some preserve. Whatever way, these Rims around the person grants him a periphery bubble, with its own colours that grants them their respective view of the outside.

An inexpressive child uses his bubble to protect his innocence, a full grown resides in the same with full comfort and the weak are trapped within. This blob may be made of sparkles of love, fogs of greed, clouded by discomfort and sprayed by motivation. It moves alongwith the entity it holds and reflects its thoughts.

We all have heard about the story of the dog who tries to find his way to a bone in the neighbouring yard and on finding the same follows the path everyday to reach his food. This achievement overcame his desire to find shorter or alternate routes to his destination thus showing how success can kill your thirst for creativity.

In the Mahabharata, Yudhisthir defines fear as the power to be alert. It makes a warrior fully aware of his rival and provides time and space to prepare for it.

The Gospel of Luke has shown how the ability to look beyond human creed can provide comfort. It awakens you to your higher duties and clears the vision for the soul to see better.

The Ramayana shows how enormous success can blind your emotions. Your acceleration for your desires can deprive you of the taste of true nectar.

The history is full of examples of how virtues sometimes blind your vision for the evil and how vices often give rise to goodness.

Each one of us know a person who is made of steel but then this strength makes them hard too. Each of us have a friend who sets a bar for us but is also our greatest comfort. Each of us have a companion whom we disapprove of but is a reflection of our behaviour. Each of us are thankful for the people we love and despise of the ones we dislike. Our perceptions block our vision to look at the truth. This bottleneck at times become a blessing by keeping the tenderness alive by not exposing the harsh realities to the fragile, but at times, handicap us to realize the softness within.

The walls we create around our minds also have some windows making room for expansions, abundant improvements, high rate of errors, inflating the balloon. We just have to make sure it doesn’t ruptures out our soul, our survival and our matter. The Rim around us define us, the definition is created by us.

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