Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Thrill Will Kill

These dark woods are enchanting mother,
so are the shallow seas and the green cover;
Infact your marvels are just too many to discover,
Every Child born on your body is your lover.

But since all the best things come in a pair,
What's the point of daunty hope without gloomy despair?
A spoilt child has done what even Gods wouldn't dare,
Drinking her mother's blood, she is certainly beyond repair. 

Go Green

Together We praise the joy of living;
Generosity of nature, God's believing.
May this raging earth forgive us for being mean;
In this hour of need, we promise to go green.

Together we stand for you all waiting in oblivion;
Thanking God for making us his best creation.
Shameful are we for disturbing his great equation;
We blame no one but ourselves for this drastic situation.

Dear Mother, We will always be known by your name,
You nurtured us and we returned the favour in shame.
We exploited you over and over for a progress so lame,
Knowingly neglected our mother as angrier she bacame.

But now, For your rescue we promise to take a stand;
We shall make the sea cleaner, greener the land.
Promise to suture your wounds, always at your command;
With our Joint effort, we shall cool down this burning sand.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Hope - Rebellion : Sanity - Unity

It seems to me that one can only cling to hope in times of uncertainty. Hope is the light we seek in the darkness of our follies, our own weaknesses. Deep down inside, everyone wants to be strong, independent and free. "WE want to be absolutely free."

What this seemingly dangerous statement carries is an immense amount of hope. Because we want to live from our lives from our true character, one that is reminiscent of the power of light in the darkness. We crave for this freedom as the very basic of our instinct. Although it might not always be projected on to the world as such. It often comes out in a rebellious sense that threatens to take a shape of battle of opposing egos that just seeks to be vindicated at both individual and societal levels. The voice of rebellion is the voice of our true sanity, but its hardly conceived to be so by the society. And as opposites collide, not to collude but to elude one of reality, the bigger picture becomes obliterated. Moderation is the key, as we have been reminded time and again by the more eminent voices in the society- the voices of Peace and Co- Existence.

If you want to test it - try thinking of one person, thing or phenomenon that is absolutely bad. Now try to defend its evil quality knowing that it is bound to change as all things must, and truth shall come to you. "Absolute" is a myth. We live in a world so interconnected that all the properties of all the persons, thing sand phenomenon are relative. And that we create distinctions only to facilitate understanding. These distinctions after facilitating primary level recognition become a hindrance in ascertaining the true nature of the subject. Being free from distinctions or 'pre-assigned characters' obviously is the universal tenet of freedom. Does everything in nature seeks freedom?

No, it seems to be that they seek a connection. One can discover herself by being free but that discovery too shall lead to a vital realization that 'United We Stand, Divided We Fall'. This discovery is quite a humbling experience, one after which freedom becomes meaningless and hope transcends to reach out to people to vouch for greater Sanity, which shall be collective in nature, rather than our true individual sanity. I observe that most of the happy people of this world are not truly free, but connected. They sacrifice freedom for a more essential quality - Unity. One who hopes for unity os rightly the learned and those who want for us to change as a collectivity are indeed wise.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Music Mystery

Music is the silence between two consecutive beats.. rest is just sound.. why? As soon as the song starts.. we wait for its end.. like the end is about to unveil some secret.. but the end of every song is silence.. but strangely every time the song is heard.. each silence is different from the other.. like what is conspired in a song is conveyed to a part of our brain which cannot explain to us what it understands..