Greed .. the end of humanity . Forests razed . Rivers , oceans polluted by our couldn't care much attitude . Chimp babies snatched away from their mothers to be sold in international markets .. And the adults hunted , skinned and sold as each body part fetches money .. Whales killed and the oil, blubber and cartilage are used in pharmaceuticals and health supplements . Shark fin soup .. a delicacy in several countries because of which sharks are netted , their fins sliced off and then thrown back into the ocean half alive/ dead . The list my friend is endless . The question is ... Will this ever stop ????
We live in a world obsessed with celebrities , status and materialism . Where( no offense meant) but the birth of an actress's new born son becomes breaking news whilst a nation fighting hunger remains a ticker in the news world
Where fan pages about a celebrities child grow many folds and copyrights of a peekaboo picture of a powerful couple's child brings in millions by cash only adding more to their overflowing coffers
While an unsung hero fades away into oblivion in the blink of an eye ... did you know ? ... "Ordained the “Forest Man of India” by the former president of India, Jadav Payeng planted a tree a day and created a man-made forest (bigger than Central Park) , in majuli island assam bringing to life a swampy lifeless stretch of land . “I’ll plant till my last breath.” - he says . And there are many like him who keep doing their bit away from the limelight .
Perhaps one day I will see a world where the unsung heroes will be the ones who will get the true recognition they deserve . For in the ordinary lies the extraordinary . Simplicity over opulence . Selflessness over egomania .
To the girl who hesitates to call herself beautiful ..
I saw you stare back discreetly trying to gauge the reflection that you have always repudiated
You quietly wiped that lonesome tear that slid down the Payne grey pallor of your once quinacridone pink tinted cheeks your umber brown orbs silently spoke volumes of the turmoil that rakes your beautiful alizarin crimson heart
Each night you sit down with your words to write for they are the only ones who make you feel beautiful
In a world that wears shades of renaissance gold you hide yourself behind vandyke brown pigments forgetting that everything gorgeous need not be vibrant sometimes it is the subtle shades that capture hearts /You are a mosaic of varied hues A piece of art painstakingly brought to life You are beautiful But only if you feel it in your heart/
Ever wondered that every single creature alive around us has to struggle in it's own way to sustain ... Nothing comes easy and one has to keep moving no matter what .. so when you come to a pause in your life take a breather and look at that little bird who leaves behind her fledglings unguarded to fetch back morsels of food ..her each flight is a flight of faith .. without which this world cannot exist . If she can . You can .
Particles of sand remain in your fist till the time you hold on to them with a gentle touch. The second you clench it, is the second they all slip from the minute gaps of your forceful fingers.
So is the tragedy of love. The day you have to hold on to it a little harder, is the day you can feel it fade a little more. Love can never be compelled. It must flow naturally. Force can never make love stay. Neither in the doers heart, nor in the receiver's.