Recorded, are Victors They rival before rise. Rival, Allies and Axis Rise the First World War Rival, Hitler and Mussolini Rise the Second World War. They arrive before decline. . Decline the Mughals and Marathas Arrive the Rajputs Decline the Portuguese and Dutch Arrive the British.
Skipped betwixt, are a few fractions Of the gnaw of hunger pangs In starving homes. Of the innocence in lads Bullied through battle bases. Of the experience of grannies Toiling as nurses. Of the beauty of goddesses Peeling off skin naked for copper cents. Of the Turkish tenants in foreign land Butchered by foreign plagues. Of losses of Losers Losing for victors.
A few fractions observed of the whole happened A few fractions perceived of the whole observed A few fractions recorded of the whole perceived A few fractions jotted down of the whole recorded A few fractions published of the whole jotted down
//This is about how a whole lot of human experiences, ideas and practices, the background massacres and sufferings that formed the past and affected the history, aren't always put in light by the historians. Rather than telling to not repeat history, we should focus on not repeating the past, which is the whole of the reality.//
'We're distant My black, your white Your black, my white.' You're right.
Still and all Let's talk grey. And the 256 other shades of grey Your screen can show. And their infinite combinations Of their infinite permutations You can see.
Still and all Do you see? You put limits to your greys And put blames on your inability To sense them apart.
Still and all Do you want to see? You start to roll your naive wheel of monochrome Each time. Different speed. You grain the moments in observations And heap the years in experiments.
Still and all Spectrum the black and white on pallet. And grey yourself. Relax in the smoke As you zing in the slate Blush with the puce As you put a lump in throat with charcoal.
This time a little less distant Your grey, my grey My grey, your grey We're right.
//Life isn't always black or white. Instead, it is a spectrum of grey which we happen to seek with chances and feats. There are different opinions and further variations in the same opinions. How close we can get to each other, traversing through these variations, is what it is all about acceptance.
This writing is a progression showing how the differences when first noticed, are looked down upon.The most important is, do we even want to see the greys to acceptance? With awareness, comes the next part of working on yourself as we get to jumble through sorts of people and situations for lifetime. We feel and learn to fill up these gaps between shades. It starts from oneself to reach the society at large. //
Smoke, slate, puce, charcoal: some of the shades of grey
From being with a man who was there in every of my ups and downs to the man who wanted to rip my clothes off to find what I hide inside this fabric . From knowing the man who spoon fed me to the man whom now I spoon fed . From growing up with a man who was curious that why I shriek in pain during menstruation to the man who now know each deep point about my vagina . From walking with a man whom finger I hold to take each step to the man whose finger now I hold to teach him how to take a step. From learning the line that *Men are the protectors and maintainers of women* to the slogan , *Men will be men* I don't remember when I grew up while hanging between these lines "from this man to that man". In these 18 years of my life I observed life of every man who came in my doorstep. And some profound awestrucking phases I learned by observing them are as follows ..
1) THE CRADLE. I don't remember when I first started talking , walking or eating . Nor I remember the most beauteous and memorable moments of my life . But whenever I sit beside my father , he take my hands in his hands . A lovely smile kiss his lips some tears of glee and he says " O my beloved ! It pains me when I think that one day you will leave me alone and just your giggles will be the only melody left for me to stitch all those phases of your life back . From the day I first saw you in your mother's arm peacefully sleeping . I was proud, I am proud and I will be proud to have you as my daughter. When I took you in my arms to the day you saw the first spot of blood . And as others said you started to move far away from me . So that I can't understand what you are trying to keep a secret . But my love how can I not know that one part of my body is in pain? You grew up into a beautiful lady. And now you will be someone's honor. Please never ignore him or leave him . Whoever he will be . You don't know how much we men hide that if we start saying this all out aloud maybe the mountains will melt into the river of tears. Not every man is same my dear." Time moved on and with the grace of Almighty . He blessed me with a brother . The little munchkin who played in my arms . Cry when fall or get hurt . Whom I teach each syllable and metaphor to make a structure of a poem. Grew up into a serious person . Sometimes his aura even scares my soul. The boy who cry his all problems out on my shoulders . Now his shoulders are this much high that I can't reach his height. But yeah , it's not his mistake . My parents and the people threw stones of words on him . Whether he achieved something or he failed. They always tried to show him that he is not worth it. Sometimes I think the same words my father said to me he can say them to him as well . Listen to his thoughts , problems . The body changes he is going through. He can't share this all with my mother like I do. Nor he can share with another man. Even little words of kindness can motivate him. But no one tried and slowly he stopped sharing his things with anyone. Gulping his problems he burped out sighs of nihility.
2) OUR BUSINESS SECTION. "Most alpha particles passed straight from the gold foil which implied that atoms are mostly composed of open spaces. Some alpha particles were deflected, suggesting slightly interactions with other positive charged particles with in the atom." (Rutherford atomic model)
Most alpha(men) when step out of their homes their first attraction is the beauty of a place. Even if they will go for an interview. Rather than thinking about their own clean appearance mostly their mind is about how the interior of the place is or how much income they will get, meanwhile some men are different from others rather than looking around the vivid description or income of that place they think to do what they are comfortable in their little world, Where their thoughts give different aspects on our business section. Though we think that men don't give any efforts anywhere but they are the pillars due to whom our houses are still standing upright. They are respect worthy .
3) MEN WILL BE MEN. This slogan which we all read everywhere. This is the cause of indifference between genders. Not every man is same. People have made their minds this much narrow. That in each colloquy men are roasted. I have seen girls who shiver on the word man. Not because someone has raped them but because they have been taught that men are animals . They can rip their souls off. Even they don't trust their own brother and father. In this world there are two types of people good and bad. If a man can rape , flirt a woman can also do the same . Many cases has been reported about a woman molesting a man . Little boys are being raped by old woman . I'm not saying that the rapist are good people . I'm just saying that before being a man and a woman we are humans . I don't follow feminism or meninism. I follow humanity . So be kind even men have a heart beating behind those scars.
4) CONCLUSION. A man is an infrastructure of love , kindness , bravery , feelings and wisdom. Also he as a human cry , feel , get hurt , pain erupt in his veins , little things also hits him at wrong spots , he also have mood swings. But , he conceal all these emotions under a doughty veil. He cwtch thorns to protect flowers (women). ___________________________ It is not to offend any soul . Much respect to everyone. Thank you so much for reading this.
The sky is afraid of falling in love with the Earth but little does he know he has already stumbled into the rabbit hole. Every day, every night his heart skips a beat when he looks in her bright green eyes brimming with love and innocence. 'He's just guarding her', 'its nothing but his duty to protect her from the universe' he tells himself, oblivious are both for they love each other but neither of them knows, for both of them know that their love is in vain reserved for bed time tales. It starts with the horizon and ends with it. It is eternal yet forever incomplete.
Every star embedded in the caelum shines to express his concealed love. Despite being warned by the sky, occasionaly one of them falls to send a kiss to his lover while the sky blushes hues of scarlet and tangerine for hours. Their separation fills him with grief and his thirst for her love is quenched when tiny pearls of water roll from his eyes and drenches his lover's parched soul. There is no greater pleasure than to watch her dance to the song of rain and rejoice and bloom on recieving the sheer elixir of love dripping from his azure eyes. The cool zephyr tossles her long hair and soothes her body and cwtches her curves, her adorable giggle ringing like melody when the breeze whispers her song of love in his ears.
The sky fears his love might not be enough, that she, so rich and beautiful deserves so much more than bearing with his mood swings and separation but the earth, the passionate lover that she is adores and embraces and craves all the shades of blue and yellow and violet and black. She accepts their distance as their destiny silently loving all his insecurities. And everytime they lose themselves in the depths of greens and blues of their eyes, and dwell into the beauty of their scars and voids, they forget the distance and forget the fears, what remains is eternal love.
Curious thing, Time. To say the degree of happiness ,directly proportional and forlorn is inversely proportional to the rate of particles slipping down the sandclock won't be an exaggeration.
This year I experienced the sandclock emptying at the rate of a myriad of particles per second to infinitesimally small particles per second, getting all hyped up and drained away, getting the most beautiful flowers and realising they were artificial all along. There have been moments full of content and also longings and wait for months. There have been setbacks yes, but they say you are an arrow and every setback is just the preparation for a great launch. Sometimes you hit the fruit but it doesn't fall but that doesn't mean you can't have it. Maybe you gotta climb all the way up and pluck it or just pull the stone a bit more to launch it harder. If you just miss the fruit at the lowest branch doesn't mean you lack the ability to grab one, maybe the one at the highest branch has been destined for you, you just have to hustle harder.
If the stars don't shine for you, don't whine and wait for them to.
You are a firefly darl, carry your shine along.
And don't mourn over lost opportunities or gone ecstasy. Know that every freaking moment is special, if you want it to be.
Just like the onset of twilight every day, there have been joyous times and lovely memories and beautiful people to cherish them with, followed by pangs of loneliness and desolation in the most crowded places but no I am not complaining and neither should you.
Know that its okay, you'll be okay.
As long as you believe in yourself, there'll be no stone left unturned. But belief, at times you just can't. That is when you remind yourself of the sun soul. You are the center of your universe, the eternal flame lasts in you. Distance yourself from the ones who don't value you. You may appear a dot lost in the blackness, wandering all alone amidst myriads of other dots but know that you are a whole, complete in yourself, capable of burning it all and also the reason of their existence.
Your mind is a terrific thing. It is capable of completing the most amazingly ardous tasks but is also a home to self doubt. It knows it can but will always 'ask' you if you can. Trust yourself, there is no goddamned task you can't do. This doesn't mean you accomplish everything in one go but you will, eventually. No matter if it gets slowed down due to obstacles, a river will always meet the sea. And lastly love yourself, this is actually the first thing to do. Accept yourself for who you are, take accountability of the situation you are in. Its okay if you fucked up, everyone does. It just means you tried and if you didn't, then do! Remember that even if there is no one beside you, you have yourself and you are enough.
YOU ARE ENOUGH. ______________________________________________________
Very raw and random. Not the best of my works (ik._.) Just wanted to end the year with a hopenote. Take care dearies. Love y'all. Merry Christmas!♡ ______________________________________________________
"Rain rain (don't)go away, Come again another(every) day. Little Johnny wants to play"
When the sky downpours its happiness, i feel like an impala who moves with the first rain.
Windows afore my study table open as if a host welcomes the guests. As soon as the windows open, the petrichor drives the pages of my diary to and fro, the pen betwixt my pages drops down as if the pair is asking the, the pluviophile to scribble the tenderness of mizzle.
Not only the presence of b12 diverges my drowsiness but the quintessence it carries is just like fuel to heart and food to my soul.
The eternity when it rains at 3 AM makes me balter. The divine scent from doughy loam makes me chant for serein that belongs to the infinite skies.
They say it rains diamonds on saturn. But for me the rain here is enough to console my soul. And i thank the creator for not giving me life at Antarctica where it rains almost after 200 million years. Else i would've considered my existence tacenda.