Harboured Emotions.

Hiding behind mountains of words,
Or dams of silence,
Outbursts of emotions.

Harbouring the electric energy,
Dangerous for sure,
When breached.

Mend the cracks,
For safety,
Secure.

To each his own.

Can eyes capture beauty? Can beauty be beheld?
Is beauty a joy for ever? Even for the beholder?

Does one mean everything, for The One, for the rest of their lives?
Do promises hold their ground, do they survive?

Can love stand the test of time? Can time really fly?
Can love be summarized? Or is it just glorified?

Can time heal all wounds? Can wounds not leave scars?
Not leave any hint of pain? Inflicted through egoistical disdain?

Does love mean the whole world for us? Does it grow roots?
Does it make one grow fonder? Or compiling years make it wander?

 Do lives get entwined with each other? Do two  hearts beat as one?
Do souls find their mates for ever? Do they exist always together?

To each his own, answers to questions vexed.
Everyone's idea of love, differs from the next.

What matters most is the experience of love.

Either  momentarily or for eternity.
Love heals broken hearts and souls, back to whole.

Questions?

Answers to all our questions are buried deep within us.
Dig a little deeper and they shall find us.

We don't find them for we are dishonest with ourselves.
Let honesty do the searching and they shall find us.

Questions don't arise for we expect answers from others.
They are directed towards others  for we  are afraid of answering them.

Let integrity do the questioning and the answers shall find us.

Trust

Trust is the essence of a strong mutual bond. Everyone has their own perception of trust. It is difficult to understand and estimate it. The sanctity of a relationship can be easily compromised if there is slightest of breach in trust.

It is not a constant, it is a random variable. The value keeps changing with each action. The action could be the slightest of change in the whole equation.

Trust is also not a bank account where one keeps getting interest on it once it is earned and deposited. The Principal has to be maintained otherwise it keeps fluctuating.

It is like hard earned income, very hard to earn but easily spent or lost if one is not handling it judiciously. One needs to earn it, save it, invest in it, cherish it and finally enjoy it.

"At home"

The restlessness, the breathlessness, the sleeplessness, the anxiety is all put to rest;
when all the souls and energies belonging to a household are  safe within the  confines of the Home.

No more  do the nights make suspicious sounds, no more do you desperately wait for the birds to start chirping at dawn,  no more do you wish for someone to be awake at ungodly hours to converse with.

Heart, mind and soul are at rest;
when everyone you care for is  within the safety of the Home.

Summer 5

Let's escape to a place where the water hasn't yet evaporated from the ponds, lakes and rivers.
Where bare feet can still walk on dew covered blades of grass in the mornings.

Let's go to a place where chirping birds are the only alarms in the mornings​.
Where silence wakes you up as sunlight peeping through the curtains.

Let's escape to that place where peacocks scream and dance to forecast the weather.
 Where ants predict if the rain is approaching working untethered.

 Let's go to the place where flora blooms announcing the temperature of the day.
Where sunflowers tilt towards the Sun till May.

Let's escape to a place where time is told by the length of the shadows.
Where meal times dictated by commotion at the gate by the stray dogs, going to and fro.

Let's go to a place where sparrows still exist due to lack of telephone towers.
Where people keep bird feed in bowls outside their homes with water.

Let's go to that place where people converse sitting together and not "Chat".
Where people connect through emotions and not internet.

Let's escape to the place where "web" means spiders catching dew drops like diamonds.
Where "net" means fishermen trying to catch fish near islands.

To a place where the breeze is still cool at five in the morning.
Where you wait for the day to unfold with great longing.

Virtual illusions.

Illusion refers to " something that deceives by producing false or misleading impression of reality."
In today's world, when social media is at its pinnacle, people, young or old are convoluted in a never ending maze of illusions.

Illusions arising from the desire of an individual to be a part of something. Social medias have groups, groups which comprise of all kinds of relationships. School mates, college mates, colleagues, neighbours, family members, cousins. Worst of all, a bunch of strangers tied together like a rope by some common interest. Think about an acquaintance and you can accommodate that person in a particular group.

The reason behind this culture is the basic need of a human to belong. To belong to someone, to belong to a particular niche. The need of a person to believe that they are wanted and are of value to someone, anyone.

How real is this sense of belonging, and how much of it is mere mirage?

A blast of personal information, photographs, opinions are exchanged between people everyday. This regular food for brain creates the most deadly illusion.
You see a bunch of faces that you remember from childhood or  faces you see every day but do not connect to on a personal level. Faces of people you know inside out. Their images, their photographs, their opinions, their advice, their sense of humour bombard our brains everyday creating the illusion of familiarity.

Familiarity, which may or may not be real but misleading impression of reality. For those faces are imprinted on our conscious everyday. This familiarity  creates an illusion of " idea of a person" in our brains.

 Imaginary persons are formed in the  subconscious, they are actually real  people but their behaviour, their characteristics  are moulded as per our own likings, only the faces remain the same and the subconscious gives birth to a new individual.

While using social media, one must stop for a second and ponder, if these people you have formed an " idea of" are real! Is one really  safe in the  virtual company of such dual individuals, whom we assure ourselves we know yet are stranger to.

Strangers I knew and missed.

Stranger is a person with whom one has had no personal acquaintance.They  are strangers because we don't get to meet them. They stay strangers because we choose not to meet them.We do recognize them as we see some of them everyday. These are the ones we can claim to know and miss.

Waiting for the office transport at a bus stop, I used to check my watch daily by the presence of a middle aged gentleman. He would keep pacing between a tree and a bench till his ride arrived. His restlessness calmed me down as I would know I was on time. He always wore sunglasses, even on cloudy days. Sometimes his head used to turn towards me and stay for longer than a casual glance. May be noticing my perpetual frown, just like I noticed him.

Under the tree used to stand three children with their mother. Children, who were somehow always charged with energy, pulling at each other's bags and water bottles. Ruffling each other's hair. Talking loudly and their mother stiff with agitation and praying for the school bus to arrive. Her lips pursed and anger wielding in her eyes.

Then there was this Air Force officer who used to walk straight and proud in his uniform with a briefcase always in his right hand. He would cross the road then scan each and everyone at the bus stop. Nod at a few people and wait patiently, standing, never sitting down on the bench.

My favourite though was a St.Bernard. Large, brown and white, red drooping eyes and a face like a sand bag. It walked its owner. The owner thought otherwise. The St.Bernard used to pull the leash whenever and wherever it wanted to stop, halting the owner in mid inertia. The owner embarrassed at his helplessness and always masking it with a smile would be jerked again into a walk, whenever the dog wanted to move again.

While we waited, an elderly gentleman wearing a golf cap would walk out from a lane and stop after every 15-20 steps. He would walk and stop, resume walking and again stop, and so on. Never ever did he miss  even a single day.

Most disturbing was this person who appeared to be made of concrete. His body language never changed, arms folded across his chest, face blank and expressionless, eyes focused on some distant thing. Always at the same spot as if he was transfixed there. He was always there when I arrived and my ride always came before his, so never saw him move. Sometimes he freaked me out by being so motionless.

Stangers, yes! But they meant a lot to me as these were the people who eased my nervousness everyday. I could relate to them, they were the ones who imparted familiarity to a new city.  Their absence used to make me a little lost as they were the ones who calmed me down as I reached the stop, piercing my way through a sea of unknown, alien faces.
So I checked on them daily and wished them well.

Enemies Of Humanity

Written in 1991, everyone can relate to it today.

They are the ones, who live to spread death; mislead by enemies of humanity, their souls have fallen in dirt.

They are the ones, who kill for fun, no matter what is done; obsessed with violence, they find no other way, but do not know that their children may also fall prey, to the bullets of the guns, which bring widowhood, anxiety, sorrow and pain.

They think, they are superior to us, but have committed greatest of crimes by betraying  their nation, just in mistrust towards us.

They have till now pierced nation's heart, for those, who once were a part of this very nation, now divided by political bars.

Not only do they support those, who sliced their mother nation's food bowl but even drained half life from her wounded soul.

They who think will free the people, don't realize, are snatching right to live, in multiples.

What freedom and peace can they attain? When their own mind and body is caged in devil's fist for certain.

Which nation can they be building? When have broken flourishing homes willingly.

What joy and progress can they achieve? When their way is brutality in chief.

Whose tears do they promise to consume? When their conscience is already buried in tombs.

What life can they give? When themselves don't know how to live.

No eyes to see the truth, they are blind to the core.
No ears to hear the cry, they are deaf, filling the world with hatred.

Not that we hate them, its their deeds we despise; lets tell them they are humans and not God's alike.

Let no child become an orphan, let no mother be devoid of her child.
Lets tell them they are wrong and we may retaliate.

Lets tell them to live and let live on our land, for the day is not far when people will not accept fate's hand.

Beware! the ocean of fury may rise, among those who have sacrificed their loved ones for a meaningless cause, wiping their existence once and for all.