Truth behold...

...and the shrieks of silence prick my soul many a times as I can wear no camouflage in the eyes of truth, as the truth is unfathomable and so is my true self...
Its not a journey to attain its a journey of Becoming !

Awakening

The silence of the dark is viciously screaming,
making us aware of the impending danger.
All the vital signs are now together 
to exhale a message through nature.

We are in dark ages, enveloped with darkest truths,
unveiling the mask and spreading grey hue.
we are but unnerved, unrattled, unfazed,
we are unbothered, a group of comatose

Our unhinged senses, our glory of facade
will incept choosing a wretched frame.
It can't be laughed off, this time it will be tough
to let go, to not know, to remain untouched

Let the soul read the signs, to know
the fear of unknown, that looms behind

Memory

Dedicated to those who feel the same ache for a dear friend, lost loved one, a memory or a relationship. 


Like an unwelcome guest, thoughts of you drop by.
Eyes getting numb, heart filled with an ache.
Flowing tears aiming to soak the already sinking heart.
Thinking of you in unwanted moments.
From the edge somewhere, loneliness creeps by.
In remedy, trying to console the heart with faith of 'this too shall pass'.
Secretly praying to relive lost moments yet saddened for an unrealistic wish.

Your memory: a painful samsara.

Longing...

Dedicated to those who have gone through the same either for a dream, goal, ambition, or passion. As humans we all go through the same emotions. 


Pain, misery and bliss - all combined.
Helplessness and guilt, like on rewind.
Images of real and made-up moments flashing like a surreal movie.
Each imagery aiming to be more tormentingly vivid, impactful and filled with pleasant misery from the previous.

Longing: a sickness of the heart and mind - combined - not curable by medicine.

Manufacturing Buffaloes

                           

Standing in the passageway at the entrance of our department, part of country's prestigious universities. Nostalgically thinking and evaluating whether all the monetary and time investment is worthwhile in a place like ours, where critical thinking is to the minimal, where difference of opinion can prove to be fatal, where history is distorted and then glued into our minds, where things are either black or white because there is no room for gray. The weather is nice and cold but unpredictable. Holding academic transcripts thinking of the days gone by.

Reference to critique: it can only be handled by an open hearted and an evolved individual/society who acknowledge the fact that as humans, one can be wrong and only a strong criticism can make our human state better. All those moments flash-by when as a student we wanted to experiment but were not able to do so because: 'it ain't the norm', 'follow the crowd kid', 'what are you doing?! stop showing off, no one does that. Just be like others' and 'don't be over smart! I know more than you', 'why have you chosen this field? there is no scope in it'. All those urges in front of us, all those questions that still need answering. Worst of those: all those comparisons with the developed nations and the neighborhood education policies. Standing there, thinking... was it all worth it?

Junior students pass-by, religiously giving 'salams', as is the custom to do so in front of senior students or any other senior individual in the premises of the institution. Happy and gay with the culmination of their passing days, where they are getting  nearer to acquiring their academic transcripts, or 'receipts' as some call them. Having petty competitions with peers for teachers attention, comparing grades of a course the exam for which was only based on memory and in that only subjective opinions relevant to the society were adhered to and were not objectively scrutinized or some new perspective explored. The plot is perfect. Follow the norms and customs blindly, do not dare to question anything, respect elders irrespective of the fact that they have not or do not want to contribute towards building the nation by inculcating analytical thinking in youth. Everyone is aware: where the water stands still, it becomes stagnant and then it is home to many illnesses. Looking at this scenario, watching people and days pass by,  the only change taking place is on the calendar. It is always heartening to see smiling, unaware faces of innocent youth, not yet involved in further academic pursuits at an international level. Alas! Ignorance is bliss.

Going out of the department, in search of December's slightly warm and sometimes foggy sunshine, sitting on the front stairs leading to the department. Watching a herd of 6-7 buffaloes crossing by their routine parade of feeding on the perfect green landscape of the campus. A heavenly pursuit for any herbivore, lets hope an academic institutions' grass would prove to inculcate intelligence in the beasts (laugh). Or it can prove to be a good analogy between academic institutions and what they manufacture. The later would make much more sense to a critic because to her it is no different than manufacturing buffaloes. Eat, drink, memorize, moo and go through the daily parade. Holding the receipts (sorry degrees) thinking where to moo next.


P.s: Originally written in 2014 and published in a separate blog. 

Woman

A goddess of life created by Him,
Healer of the world filled with love, passion and emotions.
Mentally strong enough to bear unbearable worldly pains.
Meant to be handled with care and provided by man.

A heart so pure, she would die for the right man.
A reserve so strong, she would become a warrior for the off-springs.
A leader so compassionate, she would sacrifice her wants for the siblings.
A student so obedient, she would uphold and abide the norms set by her parents.

But somewhere along the way, roles have blurred.
Responsibilities imbalanced, and the impossible expected.
Daughter of Eve's shoulders laden with burden, and yet her rightful rights denied.
No voice raised as if all is fine, while meager retaliations hushed with the sword of norm.

Woman - goddess of life, love and passion - Arise!
The injured world awaits its healer...

An Outcry

The repressed agony in silence; Be voiced
to show the cruel some retaliation
burning blood may burn the brutal
Beware, we are still One Nation

Goodness, morals, virtues all disdain,
hunger, poverty, frustrations
are all that we retain
curtly, we are going down the drain

All is wretched, sordid, muddled up in confusion,
all good is lost and worst in profusion
what miracle will it take to revert this condition
what will it take to cast a revolution ?

Pity, many of us do not even ponder
suffice to remain as moral absconder
be-ware for I am not just playing with words
but casting all the hustle in verse.

What else can be an outcry ?
What else can be an outcry ?

Moment

Just created a moment,
Beautiful and eternal,
For me to cherish and live in forever.
Existing beyond the quantum of time,
Vivid! Not blurred by ambiguous impressions of the past and future.
Moment that could only be felt - not seen or touched.
A moment - beautiful and eternal!