Katharsis

Once again, I heaved a customary long sigh. My breaths have deepened over the years, for I have been running....running away…from a trap. It is too bad to be caged. I have shed countless transparent drops from my eyes, drops that merged with my skin so amicably that no one could see. Even though my efforts had minimized my hope didn’t. So, I struggled over and over again so I could break free through the cage. I dug my way out of the cage protecting myself on my own. And ever since, I have been running. My feet need no rest. Once again right now, the magnificent view ahead of me put me to a halt. I'm seeing a flowery meadow.... Its luminosity had been blinding my eyes until this point. But now I'm so close to it that it is soothing. I’m picking up my pace once again….faster, faster, faster. As the distance is shortening, my breath is deepening. Once I’ll be there I won’t have to run anymore. And here I am. The scenery of this meadow is straight out of my dreams….purple

This deep dark desire of penning down my most conspicuous thoughts always arises at a particular hour...the hour of surreal silence piercing through my heart, sensations and soul...the same that wanders in darkness tirelessly at stretches. And so when a mighty beam of light strikes at, it reflects and engages itself  in the most authentic activity true to its being...analyzing its justification for being...putting the body at unrest...for the carrier is deprived of its lascivious wants in a jerk ... like a lover who departs leaving behind just a goodbye note in material.   And then this deprived soul goes for hunt...unwilling to come back without finishing its quest...quest for reason ... quest for its lover . When it feels illuminated, becomes devoted because more often than not, many of its like are only traveling from one chain of thoughts to another...losing in a labyrinth leading to nowhere ... elongating the distance from the departed lover . But, it doesn't stop. Fin

Sweety Boy, t his one's for you I love you, I swear it's true. I was strolling for long bare feet The pebbles under my feet pierced through my skin The cool breeze that drunk the river hit my face When I looked at the shimmering sky,  the star that twinkled brightest broke away. I made a wish that you escape from your troubled life And come right here, by my side  Hold my hand and I'll elevate my feet Intertwine your fingers with mine, pass on the heat Blow a kiss behind my ear and whisper, "Baby, don't worry, I'm here". Thence you took a deep breath and paused to say,  "Sweety, this time I am here to stay Beside your figure is where I want to lay That's just how I will end your night and start your day For you the world I knew, I left And now everything imperfect will be perfect." And I heaved  a long sigh and said, "Baby, you are my high" For how long I'd been waiting to give this

Some five years back, when I was shopping with my mother in the streets of Darya Ganj, a fine young black boy gathers the courage to pinch my rear, not once, not twice but three times. I was daring enough to gather equal courage to pull him back from the collar and paste a slap on his face and surrender him to the mob, leaving him at their mercy. The question, however, is whether all this was really required? Why did he have to do a pitiful deed as such to be only humiliated at the end? Probably he hadn't anticipated the consequence. And that's thanks to the social structure - a patriarchy that condones and exalts sexual harassment, an administration that has no stringent laws for the protection of the fairer sex and above all a matriarchy that celebrates manhood and embraces suppression under its so-called 'valour' in the name of culture and religion. "Being a woman is terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men." - Josep

Abraham Maslow in his Theory of Human Motivation stated that while people aim to meet basic needs, they seek to meet successively higher needs in the form of a hierarchy. This theory seems to have become the mantra of advertisement industry that not merely caters to human needs but also creates them, thus establishing a materialistic culture. It is true that the ultimate decision to buy a product is in the hands of the consumer but advertisements do modify consumer needs, building a new from the previous. People find their selves buying things they do not need. The kind of materialistic culture that advertisements have created can be well estimated after the launch of iphone5. The name sells! Not many of the millionaire sons who would have ordered Iphone5 even before its launch in India would know that the only significant difference between iphone4s and iphone5 is the so-called “brilliant 4-inch retina display that allows you to see more of everything”. What intrigues one i

You want to have them. You try to have them... you're unsuccessful. You retry...harder this time. They're yours...all yours. And nobody else's or maybe everybody's. Everybody whose life is nothing short of a melodrama, or at least that is how you see it. Maybe because you ain't no intruder in anybody's life. It doesn't bother whether a stone hits you or a cyclone inhales you. Are you thinking you're a soldier?   Ecstasy  comes only after you've played GTA vice city all day, watched Potter series the next, played poker and went clubbing the next day, read Salman Rushdie the following two days and closed the week after visiting Khajuraho but you still aren't happy. And then come  hashish ,  marijuana and cocaine and trance. Nothingness, completeness, emptiness and much more. Words and appearances are mere hallucinations. For they transform you to a whole new kingdom where you are the king, to a heaven where fairies for you sing. It’

A concept to learn A knowledge to share A blessing to receive A lot is left to be at ease (with yourself). --------------------------------------------------- Two expectations to live up to. Two faces to make proud, to bring a smile upon To soar high and limit the limitless A lot is left to repay... ---------------------------------------- To fight a petty issue To envy a cunning fellow To shed a drop of sweat and tear A lot is left to struggle. -------------------------------- To touch the highest echelons To bathe in showering notes To travel across the globe A lot is left to waste ourselves. --------------------------------------- To drown in the depth of two eyes To feel the touch of a hand To hear the sound of a chiming voice A lot is left to love. -------------------------------------- To see the dawning sun To walk barefoot over dew meadows To quantify the stars A lot if left to soothe ourselves. -------------------

"Sixteen years on the streets and you can learn a lot. But all the wrong things, not the things you want to learn. Sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. But all the wrong sights, not the things you want to see." — S.E. Hinton (The Outsiders) If you are 16, you know it! You have successfully lived enough to tag ‘things’ as and how you wish. Often (rather very often) we blurt  – “Dude, I am glad to have you in my life. You’re the best thing that could happen to me. You’re the gem of a person, and you complete me. I fucking LOVE YOU soooo much!  But who in the world has given us the right to label someone as “WICKED”? [No…. God damn it, don’t say that ‘Freedom of speech and expression’ is our fundamental right! And even if this is to be considered then this very “right” has been enlisted in our democratic bible with a disclaimer stating that it is to the extent so long your speech or expression is bonafide and does not hurt others' feelings.] D

The breath of glory so divine Proudly where the stars shine All my senses rush and line Takes me there destiny mine... I'm standing where you want to reach Stretching tall to touch my feet You can copy, even cheat! But hard it is, you can never beat... I don't flaunt but money speaks I can buy you, bloody cheap! Tons of gold and diamonds in heaps You've miles to go and lots of leaps... Loud and wild, spirit's carefree Travelling, Shopping and adventurous spree Easy living, dollar$ on tree You'll turn back even when I pee... I win the bets, I win your guys Don't be sissy, try not to cry Get your fish, fry and try Be happy, I bid goodbye! P.S. Please don't raise your eyebrow... I was just trying to be Eminem-ish! :P

Drowned in sorrow I see no good tomorrow I see my dreams shatter For I lost this self-battle The ray of hope is lost Every hand has its cost Prevailing ugly silence And deep seeps the violence I aspired for the crown But I let everyone down I tripped over again My soul submerges in pain. My self-esteem begins to wither When they address me as a loser They slashed across my wings My life in danger swings I realised they all are right I see dark approaching night I don't deserve to breathe They've biased me on creed I'm called a bloody FAILURE So I end my life here REFLECTION : If you can't appreciate one's effort, don't discourage him. Failure is the first step to success. Mistakes lend you a hint to rise; move one step up. There are many parameters to success...

Sitting on my couch having my cuppa coffee When the abstract thoughts seemed haunting me   Analyzedhow unaware I was From the angels and demons in me... My soul languishing in ignominious darkness. Urging to find the being in me Did I play any role in the mystic skit by my fellow being? Or perhaps, do I really exist? It is high time I wonder who I am, Closed eyes; and colours emerged vividly When the past began repeating abstract, Battling with the circumstances Dealing with the catharsis Helping the poor soul next Thought I was the best! Was I sure who I am? "No! Check again". My will began.. They say little knowledge is hazardous Back to square one , my soul desired. Began the journey once again   Travelling my soul, felt some pain Running away from the flip side Afraid!I saw my darker side... The demon in me put me to a halt Never did I cherish the nature's laws The face with the smug Lowered my head during dusk. Mystified; I wan