With every single extinguishing candle, she was burning thousand times inside...
With every single rain drop falling down on the earth, he was drinking thousand of his own tears inside...
I wish they should have been with each other but fire and water can never be in a single place, either fire extinguishes or water vaporizes. So this was something planned by God and his nature; How can i be powerful enough to change these laws? So she still burns inside and he still drink those tears all alone. Overall a balanced game, a balanced pain, maybe this is it, maybe this is life...
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Brilliant Wars
"Hey mamma..!! see that's a shooting star."
"Its not a star, we are in mid of a big war."
(To him his mom was an open book store,
out of curiosity he asked more n more.)
Mom what is a war ?
Son, war is a game of immense power,
in which riches still survives n poor dies,
everything goes expensive, no matter pulses or wheat
some still manage n many are left with nothing to eat.
(And again a question strikes his mind
as someone's filling the mind which was initially wind.
And she answered to his every single shot,
as if she had seen,understood or suffered hell lot.)
Who plays this bad game ?
It's played by group of people known as government,
and everyone around suffers so much,
it could lead a running country to a crutch.
(He was really hungry but they had nothing to eat,
he knew the conditions and thus he thought to cheat,
Whats more elegant than a mother teaching a child ?
The questions he had were unstoppable n wild,
only trick to avoid hunger known to that innocent child.)
Mom, for whom does these bells troll ?
These bells are for the people who died.
Who have killed them mom ?
They are killed by marching patrols,
who are all leather n weapons without souls.
So finally what gonna happen when this game will end ?
Nothing, nothing at all,
we may go in anyone's part,
they play to win only lands and not hearts.
No one really cares about the conditions of ours,
these really are not the brilliant wars,
these really are not the brilliant wars.
(And he slept baring the hunger with all his powers,
The Great Sahara's of her eyes got filled
as emotions crossed all the bars.
Still thinking "Are these really Brilliant Wars?")
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Salt
Bright lights, drowling liquors, loud music, lots of money around you, hotel beds......... Who don't love those things ?
Don't worry, as always, i won't be talking here about some special secure life seekers here dancing and enjoying in pubs , bowling arenas , discs and hotels.
As they say, life without salt is tasteless. But what if the same salt comes with the side-effects ? What if the truth of same salt makes your taste horrible ?
Bar girls, Prostitutes, call girls......... these names sounds cheap ? Or cheap those characters ? Or may be professions ? or we hate them all ?
We were taught somewhere that "Everything happens for a reason", we implement it everywhere we mess out things, but have we ever used these standard lines with so called cheap bar girls, prostitutes or call girls ? Never ? and Why not ?
Allright lets be practical, its all for money and hunger. Money , hunger , hunger, money........ These things can make rich people tax thieves, part of corruptions, muderers and what not, then how can we assume those poors might not be influenced by these same strong factors ?
Someone sells her body for money for family, handicapped relatives, to make sure their children
study in good schools and many more problems. But who care ?
Allright, lets see how would have been their first stripping infront of those wide open, red, untrusted eyes....... The only difference or similarity between this situation and a rape that have clicked my mind is "Rape is when someone forcibly strips you off for his hunger and this situation is when you yourself rape yourself and your soul just for your hunger or your deeds". What is more easy then, getting raped or raping yourself ? A place where you are helpless and you can't control those touches, those eyes watching wide open, those mouths coming to you as if a stray dog have luckily founded a piece of flesh and he is biting and tearing that piece of flesh with so much ease and enjoyment without even noticing (though it can notice but hunger here rules body) that the flesh is of some other dog of its own kind, wow. And on the other hand serving youself to those dogs when you are really not helpless enough. What would have been more easy ? (Depends on views, i don't want to change anyones views on anything right now).
How can these women kill their souls so much and so easily ? Moreover after that how do they face their relations ? or lets ask it other way. How does their relations face them ? Sometimes and somewhere these relations must have forced them in that odd field, or sometimes they might not have been lucky enough to have a family, and thus some good society person must have guided or helped them in finding those dark doors and who knows what not happens in our undercovered white society.
How much guts and courage it would take to get raped everynight (souly) and facing the world every next morning, working for your home, going out to buy vegetables and daily home products from market, to take kids to school and to get them back from there ? Some says sex workers are helpless and have taken the easy way out. How could it be easy ? and How could someone be helpless when they have pair of hands to work and pair of legs to stand on and to move on ?
At nights watching so many good society people highlighting you with flash lights in their hands
and hiding themselves behind the darker side of the lights(rather shadows). The direction of those lights changes in mornings(generally) when those society people comes in light as good business men, law people, lecturers, bright futures, government servants, middle class person or low class labours and those night heroines are thrown again in shadow and disgraced maybe because of boundations of our society rules or fear of loosing good prestiges and clean images they have. And the night heroines, flashed so much with bright lights that their souls seems faded, dimnished and dark even in the sun's light.
The only difference between the actual victims and the people who uses them for fun is :
"One is not involved in what she/he is indulged to"
and
"One indulging itself to what he/she is involved in......."
Yes they need money just like us but there is something more that they want form you and that's "RESPECT". And if you all can't give them a good eye then please don't even look down to them. Always respect what you can never even try to give a chance in your life. Respect each and every character of society, sometimes you never know how they are helping the society or how they are surviving (of course these things somewhere and somehow helps to balance this society, else crime ratio of rapes and all must have reached the heights; Thanks to them who clean this society by filtering it in a good/bad way).
Now just hoping that these questions were not too much of salt in your food..!!
Don't worry, as always, i won't be talking here about some special secure life seekers here dancing and enjoying in pubs , bowling arenas , discs and hotels.
As they say, life without salt is tasteless. But what if the same salt comes with the side-effects ? What if the truth of same salt makes your taste horrible ?
Bar girls, Prostitutes, call girls......... these names sounds cheap ? Or cheap those characters ? Or may be professions ? or we hate them all ?
We were taught somewhere that "Everything happens for a reason", we implement it everywhere we mess out things, but have we ever used these standard lines with so called cheap bar girls, prostitutes or call girls ? Never ? and Why not ?
Allright lets be practical, its all for money and hunger. Money , hunger , hunger, money........ These things can make rich people tax thieves, part of corruptions, muderers and what not, then how can we assume those poors might not be influenced by these same strong factors ?
Someone sells her body for money for family, handicapped relatives, to make sure their children
study in good schools and many more problems. But who care ?
Allright, lets see how would have been their first stripping infront of those wide open, red, untrusted eyes....... The only difference or similarity between this situation and a rape that have clicked my mind is "Rape is when someone forcibly strips you off for his hunger and this situation is when you yourself rape yourself and your soul just for your hunger or your deeds". What is more easy then, getting raped or raping yourself ? A place where you are helpless and you can't control those touches, those eyes watching wide open, those mouths coming to you as if a stray dog have luckily founded a piece of flesh and he is biting and tearing that piece of flesh with so much ease and enjoyment without even noticing (though it can notice but hunger here rules body) that the flesh is of some other dog of its own kind, wow. And on the other hand serving youself to those dogs when you are really not helpless enough. What would have been more easy ? (Depends on views, i don't want to change anyones views on anything right now).
How can these women kill their souls so much and so easily ? Moreover after that how do they face their relations ? or lets ask it other way. How does their relations face them ? Sometimes and somewhere these relations must have forced them in that odd field, or sometimes they might not have been lucky enough to have a family, and thus some good society person must have guided or helped them in finding those dark doors and who knows what not happens in our undercovered white society.
How much guts and courage it would take to get raped everynight (souly) and facing the world every next morning, working for your home, going out to buy vegetables and daily home products from market, to take kids to school and to get them back from there ? Some says sex workers are helpless and have taken the easy way out. How could it be easy ? and How could someone be helpless when they have pair of hands to work and pair of legs to stand on and to move on ?
At nights watching so many good society people highlighting you with flash lights in their hands
and hiding themselves behind the darker side of the lights(rather shadows). The direction of those lights changes in mornings(generally) when those society people comes in light as good business men, law people, lecturers, bright futures, government servants, middle class person or low class labours and those night heroines are thrown again in shadow and disgraced maybe because of boundations of our society rules or fear of loosing good prestiges and clean images they have. And the night heroines, flashed so much with bright lights that their souls seems faded, dimnished and dark even in the sun's light.
The only difference between the actual victims and the people who uses them for fun is :
"One is not involved in what she/he is indulged to"
and
"One indulging itself to what he/she is involved in......."
Yes they need money just like us but there is something more that they want form you and that's "RESPECT". And if you all can't give them a good eye then please don't even look down to them. Always respect what you can never even try to give a chance in your life. Respect each and every character of society, sometimes you never know how they are helping the society or how they are surviving (of course these things somewhere and somehow helps to balance this society, else crime ratio of rapes and all must have reached the heights; Thanks to them who clean this society by filtering it in a good/bad way).
Now just hoping that these questions were not too much of salt in your food..!!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Itna Pyaar
itna pyaar naa karo kisi ko ki tumhe deekhe binna uski aankhe bandd naa hoo paye
itna pyaar naa karo ki ko ki tumhe sunne binna usse chain naa aaye
itna pyaar naa karo ki ko ki tumhe chooye binna usse raha naa jaye
itna pyaar naa karo ki ko ki jab tum naa hoo to voh tadapta rhee jaye
pyaar karna hii hai to itna karoo ki tum agar naa hoo to uski saanse apne aap hii band hoo jaye ...
itna pyaar naa karo ki ko ki tumhe sunne binna usse chain naa aaye
itna pyaar naa karo ki ko ki tumhe chooye binna usse raha naa jaye
itna pyaar naa karo ki ko ki jab tum naa hoo to voh tadapta rhee jaye
pyaar karna hii hai to itna karoo ki tum agar naa hoo to uski saanse apne aap hii band hoo jaye ...
Monday, December 8, 2008
Am I Normal ?
Who am i ?
Just another normal person in a normal atmosphere. Normal.......?? i used this word becoz things around are not normal i guess. I was happy to be a noob, i still am. No color sense, no clothing sense. I dun count a moment where i should laugh or smile and dun even count for how long i should keep those smiles or bursting laughs. Sophistication ain't in my character yet.
I just see things normally, but everything changes depending on the way i recite them (my surroundings) to my mind and my heart. At this stage the things dun remain normal anymore.
"Fine day. All heading towards their works. Children going to schools and colleges. I can see everything silent and i guess there is no fear. Hold on..!! Did i used the word silent ? Does it mean that pollution is controlled or population is at hold or news channel talking sense or we progressing smoothly or crimes are ended or some politicians are offended ? Oh no, sorry actually the stray dog who always used to sit and bark near my bench is dead.
Ok fine lets recite it again.
Fine day. All heading towards their works. Children going to schools and colleges. I can see everything ______ and i guess there is __ fear."
You all must be thinking why i left those specifications. Even i am confused, why. Ya i have to be coz i am normal(nub). Right ?
I closed my eyes and was thinking over some problems, Progress i guess. Opened my eye and just in fraction of seconds, can say more in a flash everything changed. Hold let me recite it to my mind and heart.
"Well i can see a lot of progress here. All people around me in Suits, Coats and Pants and some other funkies in their latest fashions. Everything is bright, sophisticated and clean.
But something is missing.... what it could be ? Hmmm..... Hey did i said Clean ?
Clean ? Why clean ? Just because there are no beggars, poors or normal nubs around ?
Lets do it one last time please(yay yay i am confused noob).
I can see lot of progress around. Too much richness around. No poor, no less qualified around. Dustbins full of mess rather good and rich mess, doesn't matter, it will remain mess.And yeah dead body of that stray dog is still lying near the bench with a lot of flies on it and fragrance of rose* (hope you all know how dead body stinks). People who used to walk nearby the bench always have changed their path or have bought oxygen masks. I can see a lot of progress."
Till now half people would have conducted and strengthened their views on me. But its half of the story(believe me i am yet more mad inside).
"Some of my friends say i am depressed and i need a psychiatrist. Yes i do coz i can't change my mind i guess. Some say you can't see peace around because you are not peaceful from inside.
Ya ya but i am sorry i can't sit on a heap of stinky garbage and say i am getting fragrance of rose(now you know its meaning i hope) inside. Coz i don't want to fool myself, rest you all can."
Story continues now.........
I closed my eyes again and was thinking for a change. And when i opened my eyes i was surprised to see no change at all. All were wearing those old but expensive suits and funky outfits. I was able to see a hell lot of progress but sadly mess and that friend's dead body is on same place. And finally when i got time out of this thinking, i founded myself to be a chosen one. I differed from other people in my outfits too. Wow. The same old normal dress, but this time i had my visions saying something else. I was able to see a broom lying nearby. Now i know what i am and i beg to differ, i see normal people around now coz i am different, i am a cleaner. Someone who will slowly but surely clean the environment around coz i still can't sit on a heap of stinky garbage and say i am feeling fragrance of rose inside. A proud SWEEPER is what i am now and unlike you all i am not a part of this category of normal nubs.
Just another normal person in a normal atmosphere. Normal.......?? i used this word becoz things around are not normal i guess. I was happy to be a noob, i still am. No color sense, no clothing sense. I dun count a moment where i should laugh or smile and dun even count for how long i should keep those smiles or bursting laughs. Sophistication ain't in my character yet.
I just see things normally, but everything changes depending on the way i recite them (my surroundings) to my mind and my heart. At this stage the things dun remain normal anymore.
"Fine day. All heading towards their works. Children going to schools and colleges. I can see everything silent and i guess there is no fear. Hold on..!! Did i used the word silent ? Does it mean that pollution is controlled or population is at hold or news channel talking sense or we progressing smoothly or crimes are ended or some politicians are offended ? Oh no, sorry actually the stray dog who always used to sit and bark near my bench is dead.
Ok fine lets recite it again.
Fine day. All heading towards their works. Children going to schools and colleges. I can see everything ______ and i guess there is __ fear."
You all must be thinking why i left those specifications. Even i am confused, why. Ya i have to be coz i am normal(nub). Right ?
I closed my eyes and was thinking over some problems, Progress i guess. Opened my eye and just in fraction of seconds, can say more in a flash everything changed. Hold let me recite it to my mind and heart.
"Well i can see a lot of progress here. All people around me in Suits, Coats and Pants and some other funkies in their latest fashions. Everything is bright, sophisticated and clean.
But something is missing.... what it could be ? Hmmm..... Hey did i said Clean ?
Clean ? Why clean ? Just because there are no beggars, poors or normal nubs around ?
Lets do it one last time please(yay yay i am confused noob).
I can see lot of progress around. Too much richness around. No poor, no less qualified around. Dustbins full of mess rather good and rich mess, doesn't matter, it will remain mess.And yeah dead body of that stray dog is still lying near the bench with a lot of flies on it and fragrance of rose* (hope you all know how dead body stinks). People who used to walk nearby the bench always have changed their path or have bought oxygen masks. I can see a lot of progress."
Till now half people would have conducted and strengthened their views on me. But its half of the story(believe me i am yet more mad inside).
"Some of my friends say i am depressed and i need a psychiatrist. Yes i do coz i can't change my mind i guess. Some say you can't see peace around because you are not peaceful from inside.
Ya ya but i am sorry i can't sit on a heap of stinky garbage and say i am getting fragrance of rose(now you know its meaning i hope) inside. Coz i don't want to fool myself, rest you all can."
Story continues now.........
I closed my eyes again and was thinking for a change. And when i opened my eyes i was surprised to see no change at all. All were wearing those old but expensive suits and funky outfits. I was able to see a hell lot of progress but sadly mess and that friend's dead body is on same place. And finally when i got time out of this thinking, i founded myself to be a chosen one. I differed from other people in my outfits too. Wow. The same old normal dress, but this time i had my visions saying something else. I was able to see a broom lying nearby. Now i know what i am and i beg to differ, i see normal people around now coz i am different, i am a cleaner. Someone who will slowly but surely clean the environment around coz i still can't sit on a heap of stinky garbage and say i am feeling fragrance of rose inside. A proud SWEEPER is what i am now and unlike you all i am not a part of this category of normal nubs.
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