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August 2015

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.

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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.

Let go.

Move on. Leave it all behind. Even if u don’t want to. I know it hurts. It has held u tight. Won’t get off.

Push it. Use ur strength. All of it. Push it away. Separate it from u. Turn away. Start walking.

Look back. Take a last look. Remember what it was like. The good parts first. The bad parts then. Appreciate the former ones. Thank for the amazing moments. Remember that feeling. It will keep ur heart warm. Will stop u from hating. Feel sorry for the latter ones. Learn from them. Promise that wont happen again. Don’t forget them. They’ll keep u strong. Remind u why u had to let go in the first place.

Close ur eyes. Turn again. Open them. There’s a whole new path waiting for u. The one that u didn’t even know existing. Jump again. Feel the flutter. Its a new opportunity. Open ur arms. Welcome it.

Give life another chance. Let it try to make u happy again. Charge up. Love again. Fall again. Be wiser. Live again.

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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