And so it starts, a brand new year. Life goes on and day after day as nothing much changes, everything is different in a few years. It’s like watching the sun and while we never really see it move it changes position right in front of our eyes.
So often so many are so lonely
In a world full of other lonely people,
How is it even possible to get so lonely
When everyone wants to find someone
How do they not find each other?
I guess I know how.
Strutting around like the studs we are not
Looking to find someone who understands us
While never really showing who we really are,
We each hiding in our own special closet,
These closet of our fake identity behind which
We are all alone, humanity becomes a lonely species.
Add a little bit of your love
To wherever you go
And Whoever you touch.
Sprinkle it out there
For whoever needs it,
Spray it in air
For whoever finds it.
Continue reading “A Single Ray Of Light”
It’s those who want to change the world
To their idea of better,
That are keeping it from becoming better.
Change will not come from a revolutionary leader
Who wants to make the world as he is.
Change will not come from
A place of power or influence.
It will come from the masses.
Continue reading “Shine And Let Shine”
I read a terrible news in a news portal today, it painted a horrid picture of what monstrous deeds humanity is capable of, and not for a cause, not for their beliefs and miss believes but just for their own selfish sadistic pleasures. I was feeling deeply disturbed and enraged to the point that I felt my faith in humanity diminishing, but then I came across a post on Facebook shared by a friend, that restored all my faith in humanity again.
He had shared a link requesting contributions on behalf of his ex-colleague and mentor Anurag Bhatnagar whose wife, Puja has to undergo an urgent liver transplant and is currently admitted at Max Hospital, Saket, New Delhi.
With a towel tied around his neck
Like a cape, he flew.
He fought the monster he read about
In fairy tales, when he was feeling blue.
He rode his imaginary horse and waved
His wooden sword like a white knight.
He was going to be a hero, a savior,
He was going to fight for what’s right.
Everywhere I look
I see posters telling me
What I want, what I like,
Who I am and who I want to be.
Sometimes I look away,
Sometimes I buy into their story.
They talk about free will
Continue reading “Flying Inside A Box”
It is messy, too messy a fight
The process of getting from wrong to right
The ruination of what is, for the inception of something better
And even then it is a game of trial and error