A Life Circle

She was three as she played and kicked,
soft legs grazed through my cheeks,
tears raced down my face happily,
I felt blessed to have her tender touch..

I dress her up everyday to school,
I spend all days and nights with her,
Listening intently to all her stories,
As i loved the warmth of her hugs..

                                                       And then you came out of nowhere,
                                            In the name of true love, my goodness,
                                            Taking her from me, lying about life,
                                            As she slowly walks out of me..

I pretend as if i knew nothing about,
As she dreams of a life with you,
It tears me up inside, feeling all alone,
Every happy moment was just a memory now..

                                                         I crave for her love even more than ever,
                                            Despite knowing that its gone forever,
                                           As she forgets that she is all I have,
                                          And she fails to see my heart's whimper..

  You thrust her with false hopes,
  and dump her after you feel enough,
  I get her back now, all distressed,
  As i recommence my life with her all over..

An ethnic upheaval

         

Taking a break from my work at 11.20 AM, I was standing outside a tea shop sipping my “special” tea just like I used to do every day. But this time I felt something peculiar inside when I saw what was in front of me. A girl was walking beside her mom wearing a so called dress with a sleeveless top (frankly I’m unsure of its name!) hanging low well below her neck and a shorts which by itself well above her knee caps. But the irony was it was folded till her thighs were visible. 

It seemed like she was hallucinating herself as if she is walking on the roads of the US or the UK. You might immediately probe into this with furious questions like “what’s wrong when it’s so common elsewhere? Why this differentiation?? “I reckon it’s an erroneous question. The question should be "what is common?"The answer is only the 'kind of species' and nothing else. Right from the way they even name their friends ('mothafucka') and we start with ('o***'), everything is completely contrasting. This might sound so silly as an example, but these silly things start to amplify much faster than our ageing process does. At the age of 12 they receive sex education in their schools. But over here, the word "sex" is an unpardonable word for a 12 year old kid. In some schools interaction between the two genders is prohibited. If something is suppressed and compressed within a child, its going to explode one day most likely at the very wrong place and at the wrong time. This is so conspicuous. Children should not be held away from these things when they are going to see and experience one day. Instead, they should be educated. Anyways, I’m not here to voice out the flaws in the educational system. 

Human psychology always works in a very simple way which everyone is so ignorant to accept it. When something is restricted, we are more curious about to know what is in there. In those western countries, they expose their children to the world right at the age of 18 after educating them about such sensitive things. People there are pragmatic without any doubt. Some people here are sensible enough by preventing themselves from venturing into these kinds of stuffs. But the majority of the people are still at large who want to know and experience it. Maybe half of them are with humanity consideration not to venture into it as it might cost one's life but, the rest half find this as the most pleasurable thing god can instill in one's body. Well, yes, none is wrong here. As a statement with a factual meaning, the understandings are right. But the place and time parameters are completely erratic.

 By no means am I defending the brutal act of the men in any manner here. In the recent protests against these rapers, girls put forth the slogans "why should we change our lifestyle? Change your mentality". When a girl exposes herself in movies, they are called “hot” and that is taken as compliment. But when a girl is called the same on streets when she exposes, it’s abusive. Now who has a difference in mentality? The guy who calls the models as hot is the same guy who calls this girl on the streets. As a matter of fact, girls are drifting so fast towards other cultures than guys. The victims need not be the girls who are bold enough to expose themselves. When guys look at them on streets and find them interesting, they might not act on the same girl but on someone else who might dare not to fight them. A victim can even be a girl who fights for her living, trying to climb the ladder of life slowly and at last dreaming of the day when she'll make her parents proud. But their dreams are shattered just in a spur of a moment. This urge in the guy who has not seen the outside world can cost her life. Maybe he can be hanged or chemically castrated, of course that's the right thing to do. That will definitely instill the fear in them straight away. but what’s the point? Do you think the problem is solved? Is he the REAL and ONLY accused? Is everything back to zero? My answer is NO. The girls who think that they are challenging and bold are also the indirect entities for these rapes. This should also be attended and taken care with equal intensity. If someone feels this culture imposed on them is absurd, they are welcome to get out. But when you try to overrule it, it’s not only that girl suffers, but the girls who are innocents too. You might call me as a male chauvinist, but when there are people who dominate women for things that are very unnecessary, I’m willing to use my power of being born as a male to protect my sister or my friend or the girl who is on the streets without knowing what is in store for her. 

 It is not only the men who are having dubious mentalities, but the women too. Well, changing mentality is easy, but we are dealing with something entirely different, the function of our hormones. This is nature and we have to accept it how much ever disgusting it might sound. When we accept the saying “when you are in Rome, be a roman”, why can’t all of us be one among all the others in the society? Why do we try to be different? When there are thousands of dimensions of girls in India, there are millions of guys with different thinking. You can neither satisfy nor stop anyone outright. It’s always better and safe to be pragmatic than being bold. I am writing this not to justify the heinous act, but to make it evident that there are other hidden factors leading to such acts. I’m writing this hoping that one day the lives of the innocent girls will improve without having to bear the fear of getting molested or abused by these retarded men. 

Cruel laws of Nature

    So ferocious you are ,

    the king of the forests;

   You are merciless in kills,

   man-eater, cutthroat and fierce;

  As a pack you lead the jungle,

  we take a bow, O! brave one..

   Black streaks like thunder bolts,

   you move unseen and unwavered;

 Not the most cruel but ruthless,

   and we skin you,as an  honour;

  In the law of karma,it may be seen,

that you're not the only ones being mean..

 

    You are so gigantic and majestic,

    and fearful with your enormity;

   You move as a herd, harmless,

   but unaware of your strengths;

   You serve us faithfully, guiltless,

 Thus we exploit you, innocent mammoth;

you gush out your love and affection,

    for just two meals a day;

you bark day and night, unruffled

   protecting us every second;

   But  we beat you and stone you,

  one day you can teach us how to love..

  

  Slay animals, that’s what we are known for,   

     but we claim that the Gods created us;

   Never had a second thought to hurt,

   we are cruel, heartless humanoids;

 If we still allege this as the laws of nature,

   I’m neither a poet, nor this is a poem..

My Mind & Heart

I work half a day for a lifetime,
show up crazy ideas when asleep,
Though he never rests for his life,
The battle begins at the crack of dawn..

I am not a bad person entirely,
I work as the situation's desires,
But not as good as him ever,
that he always speaks the truth..

I lie whenever im asked for,
Truth doesnt mean anything to me,
He starts throbbing violently though,
A rush of hot blood runs throughout..

I lose my mind at unreasonable times,  
And the craziness crops up all over,
But he remains calm as always as ever,
I wish i had been like him all through..

I never had felt any emotions,
Though my decisions reflect them,
he feels it from time to time,
and he beats himself much faster..

I know that im always momentary,
but i can take control,when im strong,
i dream often away from the reality,    
being together, we never think alike..

Time of my life

I entered hell for the first time,

lonely,the word i frequently repeated,

i killed days as the clock ticked ten,

those were my first days in college..

First year passed unusually smooth,

soon started sleeping as the days dawn,

as friends entered my blood and flesh,

it was like entering a new world of love..

Third year was blissful and special,

time when i knew girls do exist,

i was all bright, smiles mouthful,

and i hardly bothered leaving home..

Another year passed,fourth year dawned,

exams were passing by,who cared,

teachers were howling,none bothered,

as the days flew, happiness crippled..

Last few days were blinding our joy,

moment had come,to tear us apart,

For the last time,i hugged my friends,

as i entered hell for the first time again..

The Formidable ones-Street Fighters

We are not a match to big teams,
unless we played unimaginably well,
but when the sledging starts on us,
a spark arouses,our first gear is on..

They had a strategy,but in vain,
sledging ,can't keep us from fighting,
and that turns catastrophic for them,
the only skill everyone of us possessed..

We make wrong decisions, we lose,
but rely on our unity,only to win,
we win just because of sheer arrogance,
which even the biggest of teams fear..

we play the game fine, but ruthless,
give our lives to it,but take theirs,
when the win seems inevitably strong,
we go for the kill with utter Dominance..


Dedicated to my team members,streetfighters.My best part of college life.

The God's Deadly Weapon

Hi everyone.This poem is dedicated to the young lads of Haiti island who lost their loved ones in the merciless earthquake which hit them.Let their souls rest in peace.Through this poem,let u all understand the feelings of the Haiti people.

We are from various places,

we talk in different tongues,
we have our own clauses,
but our hearts beat as one..

Differences are easy to make,

relationships are hard to sustain,
empathy on us is all a fake,
as the Gods had no mercy on us..

They say, only love can protect us,
as love is as heavenly as ever,
then we are totally against the Gods,

as they made our homes tremor..

My mom's hug felt so lovely,
she was not alive, to feel it,
as a big boulder fell over her
and i couldn't resist my sea of tears..

We were the happiest souls ever,
as i felt the love,world was mine,
now she lies stubbornly unmoved,
our tears filled with anger and agony..

The Gods created me through her,
destroyed her,just in front of me,
and how much ever the Gods regret,
i shall render no mercy on them..

Now we are resurrected and mighty,

much stronger, powerful than ever,
and next time, we see the Gods,
we dare say,we are ready for anything..