Big blue blanket above my head, Condensed clouds invading white spread, Eternally lived and gonna live for years, Time to time it shed its tears, Does sky fear from anything, Lying there alone at heights, Stars piercing it's darkness at nights, Witnessed meteroids and many deaths, Sky listened our secrets and regrets, Sky never gonna die, It's for us he cry, We fight among us, We busy in internet world, Unaware of damage to earth, We ain't recognising her worth, We are running from truth living fake lives, That's what sky says, "Cause I am scared that I am getting dark with dust and pollution, these piercing rays of sun gonna destroy everything . " May be we can't get what we have lost, But we still have some and we should protect it at any cost. #skyfearc#writersbay
Humans set boundaries, Birds don't, These boundaries can't be seen, But felt, These invisible chains, They tightened as I grew up, I want a cathresis of my boundaries, I want to melt, Break, Run away, Where no one can chase me, Where there are no boundaries of any kind, I want to fly away like these birds, I don't want a part of sky, I want whole sky , Sharing with every human and animal, No restrictions of language, Color, caste, normality Or anything I just wanna fly away , high and high. #picturec#writersbay
She / her I wore you like bangles, Everytime I look at them, I don't feel ashamed anymore.
These beautiful, radiant colors, With them I shed my dolors, When I listen to jingles they say, All bad voices calling me fade away.
I wore you like bangles, That take away my all painful tears, Hiding my scars and fighting my fears, That I don't need to shadow her anymore,
Now I let that woman dressup beautifully, That was once killed inside brutally. From shirts to suits, I discovered myself, Taking me from darkness of uncertainity to rainbows of confidence. #worec#writersbay
That you can , No matter how hard it is, That you will try, Again and again, Until you reach where you wanna be,
You gonna fail thousand times, You will feel like shit million times, You gonna be hopeless, sleepless, tired And even after all efforts, you will feel like nothing,
That after cramming lots of books, Getting insulted over and over, In the end when you will look back,
All sleepless nights, All hopes, All effortss, Insult, hardwork Gonna pay back,
Because it's written in stars, It is to be destined, It's carved and it will happen.
"Believe in yourself, have faith, Ultimately your efforts will be paid, slow and slow , part by part, Putting your soul and heart, This too shall pass,you'll pass through To shine like diamonds you gotta take abuses too. " #writersbay#creativec
I am here in my imagination, Standing at the shore watching calm sea, But like moon was unhappy with his calmness, He is making water dance, Water rises, water falls,
Tides, high or low are disturbing sea, Like waves rising to maximum , And then losing enthusiasm and falling, Small and small waves then made a huge , gigantic wave, It hit the shore and a lot got submerged,
When it went back, shore wasn't the same, Like after every stress wave, high or low, We don't remain the same,
It changes us unoticingly, Tide changes shore like it take something from it or give something to it,
It breaks in to thousand pieces, With every piece, it's pain ceases, Like tearing, hitting doesn't affect it anymore, It's broken in to fragments and I still adore, I tried to put them together and recreate, But I guess now it's too late, Sometimes I feel we give too much importance to heart, Lemme just ask why is it only heartbreak? Why never brainbreak? Brain got hurt too, brain got broken too, Brain always chosen to be strong, And heart to be soft but it's wrong, Brain gets hurt, brain also breaks in to fragments, Its birthgiver to all your sentiments, listen to your brainbeats, Heart gets emotional sometimes but brain always stays concrete.
It's too cold outside, All others have a place to hide, I also wanna feel warmth of home, But I dunno where they have gone, It's just me alone, river and mountains, May be a new family, they know all my pains, A couple of birds , they don't give me attention, And A lot fireflies shining in all dimensions, I am sailing in another direction, I am doing my best to find them , no gurantee of perfection, Alone is better I thought when I was with them, But now I am just a flower with stem, Who will dry and die in cold, But I am doing my best to hold, I fill find them someday, May be tomorrow or may be today.
You are grasped by a mortal fear As you see it's Friday the 13th You'd plan your day So that you step out the least You get out of the bed on the right side Any slight creak is an ominous sign You avoid flights and you skip odd stairs You can't sit on a table with thirteen chairs... But the day my brother's blood was shed in the battlefield of your war A war without any reasonable cause I correctly remember it wasn't Friday the 13th. The day he was enrolled in the army service When his dream of singing was legally murdered Also the day when the flag arrived with his cold corpse lying under These days etched in my memory were not Friday the 13th. When my boyfriend returned from the blood bath Losing his arm Not to mention his rugby dream I was sitting beside him Unable to utter a single sentence of solace I was sitting on his right And he was now deaf on that side That day he caught my hand surreptitiously And murmured cautiously That he'd killed many a child and broke down On days I guess that were no Fridays the 13th. The day when my best friend Died on the war front Treating his friends, he was a surgeon That day he had last called And was trying to crack a joke All I do was to choke On my unwept unholy tears Next day I heard he was a Martyr That day also was not Friday the 13th. I detest your faith Cautious on a particular day Dripping blood and spitting medals On my poor brother's long lost grave.
Hey Kissie, I had to work hard to bring you out of the closed attic, where all my old stuff was chocked to rust. But you still smell the same, only a little sweeter...
You know the time now is 12 am, the first time I'm writing this late. Mom and Dad, downstairs, think I am asleep but it's just you and me who know what's happening...
I never imagined that I would be awake at this time of the night and think restlessly about something, or someone...
Ok I know I must have built enough suspense in you by now. But believe me it's worth it. So here we go...
Today was our first day at the school after the long summer vacations and everyone was super - excited about new session , new teachers and new friends except me who was bothered about the new textbooks and the huge syllabus in front of me.
Everyone was in corridors walking, giggling and laughing out loud with their old and new friends. But I ,as you know, was in the class , alone and restless.
The bell rang and the whole gang roared back into their classes waiting for the teacher.
She arrived and we all greeted her. We sat and she started with the boring attendence ( I don't see any point in taking attendence as if it has ever bothered anyone, just wasting time for nothing)
But this attendence was something special because when she was about to take my name, a boy plunged in disturbing. Everyone's eyes turned towards him and I was irritated of how he disturb my attendance.
A tall boy with all ragged uniform, no tuck, no tie, untied shoelaces and uncombed hairs said, " May I come in ?"
I would have said 'No' but our Mam didn't agree with me. And she asked him to get in and take a place somewhere. He chose to take the last bench which was far away from mine because I was the first bencher. Yes only and only one common thing , I was sitting alone and he too.
I ignored him. The class started. I was very concentrated from the first class itself because the syllabus frightened me again.
A bell rang and it was our break. It didn't matter much to me because I still had books in front of me. But I heard some noises behind and turned to see what was that.
I was flabbergasted to see my classmates group around the fresher as if he had been an old accustom. They were laughing and enjoying. He had made friends with everyone so quickly.
I felt alone.
But I ignored again.
Another bell rang and another teacher arrived and I again concentrated.
And the next thing happened was the last bell. Everyone has already packed their bags to leave. And they left as soon as the bell rang.
I , overburdened by stress, started packing by bag with less strength. I was about to get up but then.
The fresher had spill his complete water bottle on me...
When the last bell rang , it was me and him left in the classroom. He was going out of class drinking water but accidentally toppled over the edge of the bench and...
Ugh... I was shocked by this incident.
He too was shocked of this accident.
My school uniform, my bag , my books , everything was a complete mess... I had never been so angry. I shouted at him at the top of my voice. I was in tears.
He, on the other hand trying to help me out, worsen the situation and tore my notebook.
"Gosh! You are just unbelievable", I shouted.
I asked him to get out of there. He went outside. I packed everything and the damp feeling sucked. I was all wet and unsteady.
I staggered out of the class and saw him still waiting for me. 'Sorry' was the first thing he said. And this time it was the 10th or 11th time. I shot an ignorant look and started walking away.
He followed me and asked if he could help. Yes I said and handed him the moist school bag. It was heavy but he agreed and carried it through the empty corridors of school till the empty streets of my house.
We didn't talk to each other in the journey.
In front of my house, I took my bag. He whispered sorry again but this time I replied back to him saying It's ok. We exchanged a smile.
And then , it all started with a simple Sorry... ~Anshika ________________________________________________
1. I'm trying my best to be the person I wish I had when I went through bad times, maybe I'm not succeeding but I'm trying.
2. When I say I'm fine, I'm not but I dont want to tell you because I feel like I'm a burden even though you may be genuinely ready to listen to me.
3. My social anxiety has stopped me from doing a lot of things I wish I did and I'm still struggling.
4. We should all stop being judgemental.
5. Please listen, I understand it takes a lot but please show some effort to listen, maybe thats all what someone needs today.
6. My smiles are fake most of the time.
7. I've never had someone to listen to me and I've bottled up too much that now, I'm too tired to explain everything that happened.
8. I'm always tired, mentally.
9. Parents have their own problems but find atleast an hour a day to listen to what your child is going through and be there for them.
10. Showing Racism and Sexism towards children from a very young age makes them feel inferior and superior according to their skin colour and gender, which causes a lot of problems in future, I've faced those and now there's a lot of unlearning going on.
11. The world could be a much much better place if we all just gave ourselves some time to sit and think, I'm trying and I feel everyone should too.
Today is the birthday of the very celebrated and senior most mirakeean, Shri. R.Raghavendran. Everyone will agree that it is very difficult to match his poetic skills, enthusiasm, knowledge and above all his compassion that reflects on his writings.
Chasing after the elusive happiness, we don't even have a clarity as to the source of money to feed our families. Educated to be programmers and working overtime to get machines do the thinking for us, we have lost basic humanity.
Compassion is replaced by competition and empathy by envy.
What we created was a greed fuelled and decaying "Median Junta". Acceptable standards were created. All those things which were considered to be the normal were documented, either in scriptures or in minds. The number of those accepting and following these standards amounted to a huge number, they were to be called "Normal".
In any society, the badge of being "Normal" was bigger than anything, and a sure shot guarantee of a comfortable life. That also led to the creation of equally large margins. People falling out of this zone, that is, those above or below the median were the outliers, "Abnormal" janta. They were tormented and destined to a life of painful grinding.
The Median Junta rues the ultra-rich and despises the poor and the sick (more hate for the mentally sick). They secretly aspire to be extraordinary- to rise above the median but since that is a real challenge, they do not hesitate from creating insurmountable hurdles in the paths of those who are.
It would be very wise, though very painful too, and not at all easy, but still the most fulfilling decision you ever made, if you choose to disagree and belong in the median junta. If you choose to make yourself able to look into your eyes first, without guilt of letting it down.
If you follow love and compassion for others, not being ashamed of your looks, decisions and failures, choices and being OK with less money.
If you love yourself and do not fall in the trap of waiting for the special someone who would make you feel great and happy.
If you choose to be responsible for your well-being by doing whatever you do because you wanted to do it, not because you were dictated to do so.
If you could stand for the fallen and be caring and empathetic, and accept your faults and not be ashamed in saying sorry first. Then, my friend, you are out of the race of the Median world and its mediocre junta.