Can I scream? I have been doing that in the inside of my ruptured mind. You hurt me too. More severely that all of them. I cry but you know, the sobs won't be heard, the hurt won't show. Only songs and quotes and photographs would convey my silent weeping heart. I love you like no one else. I imagined a life with you, full of blue skies with colourful balloons, night skies like wallpapers in the bedroom, black and white sketches with splotches of paint, oreo cookies and milkshakes, laughs unlimited resonating on slippery misty-mountain tops.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
no love no glory
It's a shorter story, no love no glory. Forgotten post the moment of madness, replayed over and over again in the corners of my mind. Thoughts are such random beings, they come and go. But the one that really stays for too long matters the most. Or maybe it troubles you the most. But it's so hard to get rid of it.
Why did I do it? I don't know. I have no answer. the troublemaker and the soother, both are my friends. I am the elusive one, the betrayer, the cunning fox, the bounty hunter and the lonesome observer.So many classified secrets that sometimes I wonder -- if I break, will I spill it all?
No, I can't keep on doing this. I need to find a way from this trepidation. It's killing me over. Why am I such a loser in love? Attracting the wrong kind of men, attracting the wrong kind of advances. Cunning wolves were always attracted to bitches, more than dogs.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
A Stray Thought
It's about unexpressed feelings,
love for your family seems immaterial,
but it is about wants and needs,
sometimes selfish, sometimes greedy.
Stand by Me is the song,
that comes to mind,when I think of them.
The father reminds you of your worldly duties.
The mother loves you unconditionally.
The brother teaches you
all about companionship.
Though I'm estranged to sisterly love,
but it does come in bits and pieces,
combined with jealousy,and motherly love.
You evade your strongest feelings for them,
becoming cold-hearted and hostile.
You save your love for strangers,
falling prey to insensitivity and heartburn.
This universe is like a galaxy of stars and constellations.
You make your own patterns,
imagination flowing out of bounds,
yet purged by several emotions.
I do wish to shower all my undisclosed thoughts,
sometimes purposeless,
yet they evoke a sense of familiarity and dedication.
And I wish to leave a trail behind,
and disappear.
love for your family seems immaterial,
but it is about wants and needs,
sometimes selfish, sometimes greedy.
Stand by Me is the song,
that comes to mind,when I think of them.
The father reminds you of your worldly duties.
The mother loves you unconditionally.
The brother teaches you
all about companionship.
Though I'm estranged to sisterly love,
but it does come in bits and pieces,
combined with jealousy,and motherly love.
You evade your strongest feelings for them,
becoming cold-hearted and hostile.
You save your love for strangers,
falling prey to insensitivity and heartburn.
This universe is like a galaxy of stars and constellations.
You make your own patterns,
imagination flowing out of bounds,
yet purged by several emotions.
I do wish to shower all my undisclosed thoughts,
sometimes purposeless,
yet they evoke a sense of familiarity and dedication.
And I wish to leave a trail behind,
and disappear.
A 'Love'ly Story
A ‘Love’ly Story
Well, there's a story that needs to be told,
Yeah, the same conventional one.
About a boy and a girl,
with a slight twist in the tale.
He saw her.
She saw him.
She remembered faces,
he didn't.
He stole glances,
she overlooked.
Later, they sat together,
for every class,
for several meals,
for gossips, stories,
songs and music.
He was a dreamer,
a singer, a poet,
popular, yet envied.
She was a practical mess,
a wreck, a child,
despised, yet desired.
With the world at their feet,
the wind breezing melody into the ears,
the sky exhibiting all the lovely songs.
Madness prevailed
when the count was two,
Where every conversation was an anagram,
every compliment a metaphor,
every mood evoked an emoticon.
Trust was an understatement
thoughts were untamed,
wishes were the wings of an albatross,
smooth, feathered and plenty.
But it didn't seem like the end,
when they waved their final goodbyes.
The pages were left unnumbered,
She couldn't keep a count,
he didn't want to remind her.
But no one could concur,
that it was longing from a different life,
which kept them going.
That no one could predict,
their lives were mapped to one another.
Carved on a stone,
the traces of which couldn't be found.
That no one could imagine,
what the future held for them.
But all they hoped to
keep the spontaneity,
not togetherness,
but an undefined spirit,
tied together in time,
ticking till the end of life.
Well, there's a story that needs to be told,
Yeah, the same conventional one.
About a boy and a girl,
with a slight twist in the tale.
He saw her.
She saw him.
She remembered faces,
he didn't.
He stole glances,
she overlooked.
Later, they sat together,
for every class,
for several meals,
for gossips, stories,
songs and music.
He was a dreamer,
a singer, a poet,
popular, yet envied.
She was a practical mess,
a wreck, a child,
despised, yet desired.
With the world at their feet,
the wind breezing melody into the ears,
the sky exhibiting all the lovely songs.
Madness prevailed
when the count was two,
Where every conversation was an anagram,
every compliment a metaphor,
every mood evoked an emoticon.
Trust was an understatement
thoughts were untamed,
wishes were the wings of an albatross,
smooth, feathered and plenty.
But it didn't seem like the end,
when they waved their final goodbyes.
The pages were left unnumbered,
She couldn't keep a count,
he didn't want to remind her.
But no one could concur,
that it was longing from a different life,
which kept them going.
That no one could predict,
their lives were mapped to one another.
Carved on a stone,
the traces of which couldn't be found.
That no one could imagine,
what the future held for them.
But all they hoped to
keep the spontaneity,
not togetherness,
but an undefined spirit,
tied together in time,
ticking till the end of life.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Not Another Kashmir
The Prime Minister of India, Manmohan Singh, rightly called left-wing extremism, "the greatest internal security threat faced by the country." The Operation Green Hunt was a directive against the naxalite activities which were increasing exponentially in Eastern India, the area which runs through the Santhal regions of West Bengal, Jharkhand, Orissa, the Gond in Madhya Pradesh, tribes of Andhra Pradesh and into the Bastar region of Chhattisgarh comprise the Red Corridor.
For years, the Maoists have created a stronghold over the local population, influencing the young to join the rebellion. Being one of the most impoverished states and having significant economic inequality, the natives in these areas have supported the cause and joined the movement.
The latest incident which took place on February 15, 2010 which involved 24 police officials of the Eastern Frontier Rifles who were killed and several were abducted. The Naxalite-Maoist leader Kishenji claimed responsibility for the attack. He was quoted as saying that, "We have attacked the camp and this is our answer to P. Chidambaram's [the Minister of Home Affairs] 'Operation Green Hunt'."
On 6 April 2010, Maoist attacked the Dantewada district, Chhattisgarh. It was the deadliest attack, which killed 76 civilians. It was the first attack on armed forces by the Maoists. Police sources reported that the Maoist triggered two land mines and ambushed the mine protected vehicles carrying the CRPF units.
All this calls for a strict action from the government. The government should have acted timely, waking up to the cause of improving the economic conditions of the states. Instead, the government has released press statements and condemned the attacks.
The use of armed forces is definitely not the solution; Kashmir being the archetype of its persistent interference. The naxalite are only pursuing self-interest through a policy of terror. When will the government proclaim its power and work towards the improvement of the socio-economic conditions of these states?
These states should be governed under the president rule, refurbishing state legislature in its entirety. The civilians need assurance, financial help, growth and development – not another Kashmir.
For years, the Maoists have created a stronghold over the local population, influencing the young to join the rebellion. Being one of the most impoverished states and having significant economic inequality, the natives in these areas have supported the cause and joined the movement.
The latest incident which took place on February 15, 2010 which involved 24 police officials of the Eastern Frontier Rifles who were killed and several were abducted. The Naxalite-Maoist leader Kishenji claimed responsibility for the attack. He was quoted as saying that, "We have attacked the camp and this is our answer to P. Chidambaram's [the Minister of Home Affairs] 'Operation Green Hunt'."
On 6 April 2010, Maoist attacked the Dantewada district, Chhattisgarh. It was the deadliest attack, which killed 76 civilians. It was the first attack on armed forces by the Maoists. Police sources reported that the Maoist triggered two land mines and ambushed the mine protected vehicles carrying the CRPF units.
All this calls for a strict action from the government. The government should have acted timely, waking up to the cause of improving the economic conditions of the states. Instead, the government has released press statements and condemned the attacks.
The use of armed forces is definitely not the solution; Kashmir being the archetype of its persistent interference. The naxalite are only pursuing self-interest through a policy of terror. When will the government proclaim its power and work towards the improvement of the socio-economic conditions of these states?
These states should be governed under the president rule, refurbishing state legislature in its entirety. The civilians need assurance, financial help, growth and development – not another Kashmir.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Is It Time?
Is it time to go yet?
To another place.
Yet, something has been left behind,
I don't know what?
But I look back
at time,
of smiling faces,
of coffee breaks,
and juicy tales.
Is it time to go yet?
To another phase.
have friends to keep,
No lonely cries or weeps,
living by the promises
made in the past.
The future,
bleak no more.
To another place.
Yet, something has been left behind,
I don't know what?
But I look back
at time,
of smiling faces,
of coffee breaks,
and juicy tales.
Is it time to go yet?
To another phase.
have friends to keep,
No lonely cries or weeps,
living by the promises
made in the past.
The future,
bleak no more.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Meta-Form-o-Bliss
A colosseum of events,
A showcase of procrastination,
A stillness of being,
A moving scene.
A silence of dreams,
A cardinal of thoughts.
A curtain from reality,
A finality.
An end to dignity,
A new found identity.
A turn of divinity,
Prevailing vividity,
A casting progeny.
A showcase of procrastination,
A stillness of being,
A moving scene.
A silence of dreams,
A cardinal of thoughts.
A curtain from reality,
A finality.
An end to dignity,
A new found identity.
A turn of divinity,
Prevailing vividity,
A casting progeny.
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