Speeding Light

Tuesday, 26 January 2016

Just me

Just free
Just naive
Just lazy

Just trapped
Just tipsy
Just adventurous
Just hungovered
Just random
Just planned
Just impulsive
Just careful
Just crazy
Just easy
Just brutal
Just carefree
Just tired
Just enthusiastic
Just sleepy
Just awake
Just naughty
Just lame

Just me

Wednesday, 30 December 2015

Dawn Delaying

Delaying the advent of dawn
As she embraced the night
Vehement scream of silence
She sought to pause time
As she got lost in the darkness
Elongating the affair with night
She choose to stay up till the dawn
Greets chirping birds and sunshine

Sunday, 20 December 2015

Be Too Much of You!

For those who do not believe in the concept of savior, are often tagged - Too much of something. When those kind of women do not exist the ones that exist are called too much of something.

1. Too educated, ambitious women do not find a man easily. And those who are not educated and ambitions get lost in a daily struggle of family feuds, cooking, spying on neighbors and is that what you find productive? Perhaps that is life for you, may god serve this to you on a platter, with extra topping!

Really I thought it was just for starters, and I have been told that education is the only asset no one can snatch from you - yes that was being fed to me by my grandfather, and my mother!

2. Way too independent. Well I will go for a dutch on a date.

3. I need to look pretty. Because that is what men want! To me I am the center of my universe, I am pretty in my own skin.

4. Start looking out! Really if your wonder why am I still single, I know why are you still married!

5. Be less straightforward. Do not be so much on the face. If I love you, I will still think about hurting your feelings, but if I do not, or if you have been repeatedly crossing that fine line - here it is. F*** Off!

Do damsel in distress exist anymore? Do women need a man, to pose as a saviour? Perhaps they do, perhaps they don't or it is just a matter of perspective.

P.S. Who ever you be, be too much of it :)

Sunday, 11 October 2015

My Imagination, Your Words

Look where we have come
This is far from what we planned
Afar from the reach of our imaginations
Pushed out of every possible connection
Of love, friendship, acquaintanceship or animosity
We can't place the blame on anything
Who what is it? Me, you or the circumstances
Oh no, we are those to pass our destiny to circumstances
We both refused to let them rule over us

And promised to stay true to our words
Each word of your promise were put together beautifully
Your carefully crafted words moved me
But later I learnt that you were skilled at it
To make fancy claims and justify them with a different story
It was not the one which ran in my head
Something that would surprise me unpleasantly

She was wide awake, a scream gets her out of her imagination. Her heart was pounding as she deciphered what was going on. There were men outside screaming as they spoke, it appeared that they were mocking at someone. Another scream full of vengeance. And mocking went up even higher, now she could hear women participating in a laugh riot. It did not amuse her, but got her blood gushing in anger - for what she thought was a riot turned out to be revelry, or the imagination from the past? Be it her imagination or the laugh riot, nothing was just as it seems. She was in a different world, she was in a different phase - she payed a visit to some beautifully crafted words!

Thursday, 1 October 2015

Did Beef Eating Family Provoke You?

Knaves alone reign in the kingdom of fools
It is not a free nation.
We are biased! We are hypocrites! We are evil!
The We here is anyone who justifies today's Dadri's mob killing.

Need a context on I am talking about?
Over a loudspeaker in a temple there was an announcement. They announced that there was beef in someone’s house. Beef. A food item. A staple food item for many thousands of Indians. A mob surrounds their house and ransacks it. Over a loudspeaker can be a rumour. Eating beef is not illegal. Ransacking someone’s house, however is. The mob doesn’t stop at ransacking the house. They drag the father and the brother out on the road. Beaten till one of them dies. Beaten till the other is rendered unconscious.

Read this - Why We Indians Should Be Ashamed Of Ourselves Today?

It is a bunch of enslaved cultural (caste-ist) conditioned people who think high of themselves. How these men and women define what they love is through their biases - regional, caste, ethnic, location, race, colour, political ideology, .... (take the liberty to add more)

We who kill in the name of anything! A God, Pakistan, Beef!
We are so touchy about honesty that we end up bullying activists and praising genocides.
We dedicate prime importance to our civilization and fail to think beyond out our limited knowledge.
In the internet age we fail to gather information about the world, the very many civilizations, the kings and the rulers.
We are easy to provoke and our mind does have room for empathy.
We are so human and those who come from a different school of thought are monsters.

We fail to see that while we take pride in woman power, we do the exact opposite by stopping her to enter the kitchen when she is menstruating.

Not just that - we have segmented so much that we fail to see humanity. As long as you feed the same gods, follow similar political ideology, so that we define one's supremacy over others.

We strive to find similarities and fail to respect differences. And we fail terribly at it!

I feel terribly sad. I am sorry for the brutal killing! Here take it - If your religion calls for killing, then your god is a monster.

Source: Image - Google Search

The Logical Indian

Saturday, 26 September 2015

It's not a Writer's Block - it's a Dead End

When on a dead end, make an alternate way! Never walk back.

Dead End - what does it look like? It looks like now. When you have so much to say but you wonder if your words will get past the judgmental shields and critical glasses that people don. Those who care not to know what goes on in your over worked mind. Those who list somethings are right and some things as wrong in the back of their minds and fit everyone in those chambers. A good or a bad! A friend or a foe. A hero or a villain.

What is most difficult is to set yourself free of those judgments. Honestly as I write this I am thinking about whether my words will find meaning in the mind of a reader, because today I am forcing myself to write. Not the construction of my sentences, but thoughts and ideas. If my thoughts and ideas do not get past, I am doing this in vain. It is that moment where I am looking for one tiny beam of inspiration that pushes me to put out everything. Pour all my words out, muster courage to get drafted poems live on my blog.

So here it is. It is not a writer's block. I have been writing, but I have not taken my posts live.

Why am I stopping myself? Isn't this what a writers are supposed to do - put forth uncomfortable thoughts so that those who think alike know they are normal. Or perhaps ask those questions that we all dread to face and answer. Something that is beyond their level of comprehension, or maybe something they do not want to understand?

Source - Image (Google Search)

Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Reflections A to Z April Challenge

April 2015 is over!

Reflecting over the past one month, it has been quite similar to April 2014, when I first participated in the challenge. Travel as I scheduled my posts. Juggling between work, writing, travel and a cause I am on, I missed out of commenting on blogs often, and I tried to compensate. This year I went with no theme, just random topics. Since I did not pre plan any of my posts, I focused more at writing and later fixing the topic with the required alphabet. There has been a lot of poetry this time :)