Limitless

Winds of change . The wind blows ‘cross the mighty motherland, Made of hills, plains and sands. Traversed by the raging rivers, A land full of givers.   Givers of knowledge so vast, Harboring ships with their masts, Bearing any flags, Not knowing that they would turn ‘her’ riches to rags.   To shed the rags of bondage, Her children gave us the adage, “Fight for swaraj, our birthright”, And “No one can challenge satyagraha’s might.”   The times have been changing, But the winds have stopped blowing, Telling us that we have indeed progressed, But we also have transgressed.   Transgressed to such an extent, That we are now indifferent, To those who betray our “mother”, By saying, “Oh! It affects some other.”   We forget that we might be that some other person, And while the corrupt hold our “mother” for arson, And the debauchers roam around in glee, Our mother will never be free.   The winds of ch...

Whose fault was it anyway?                                               Whose fault was it anyway? They said at a parley, To discuss the fate, Of the less fortunate. Anger surged on the outside, Of the fortunate sitting inside, Arguing over the issue, While saying, “please pass the tissue”. Tissue to daintily wipe, The mouth after devouring fruits so ripe, While not so far from this superficial grumble, Empty stomachs did rumble. Rumbling stomachs slept on the tracks so cold, “Help will come”, they were told, By the Lord! It did arrive, And eased them of the burden to survive.

Footprints Has anyone seen, Little footprints so keen, On the sandy shore, Where the wind blows galore. Inquisitive footprints that freely ambled, Near the lowly hut that was in shambles, Running along the shoreline, A pair of which were mine. Mine, or were they figments? Of imagination’s colorful pigments, Washed away by the waves that rushed, Memories, that got shushed. Shushed, but now awaking, Is that a cuckoo singing? I swear there is no change, In its melodious vocal range. Change I do observe, In the memories I now conserve, Gone are the happy footprints, Replaced by ambitious newspaper prints.     Prints bearing the works, Of those dining with fine forks, And silver-plated knives, While the ordinary crowd like bee hives. Hives of confines, Social and mental fake “I’m fine's", Strangling of fictional aspirations, By the grim factual realizations. How will justice reach the strangled? R...

BLUR OF MOTION When the blur of motion, Will cease, Only the graveyard of suppressed emotion, Will be left to appease. At whom will you so hatefully scorn, When you realize all are forlorn, Shadows will henceforth exist, Where drizzled joy’s heavenly mist. Existence will be as empty as a dirge, With no soul left to purge, Of its sins, All that’s left will be pins. Pins of the forgotten “what if’s”, So foolishly trying to scour clean, All the past tiff’s, Trying to regain the fractured “has been” Fractured pieces of the invincible mind, Fallen from its Herculean might, Some left behind, In uncertainty’s darkest night. A night so dark and deep, A void so difficult to fill, Gently lulling into the deepest sleep, Even past the mighty mind’s will.

Dear Tris Prior, It's been a long time since I have thought of you. I have to admit that you did blur out in the rush of life, but were never forgotten. I met you when I was 14. I have one question for you, why did you do what you did? As I ask this question, I realize I have the answer already. You did it for love. You died to save Caleb, your brother because even though he did deceive you, you loved him. You went running into the surveillance room and put the gun on your forehead for Tobias, because you loved him. You underwent the truth serum trial in the Candor headquarters and told the truth about Will’s death because you loved Cristina. You went across the wall and strived to find the truth , for Tori, for your family and most importantly, for your city. The most courageous act of yours was to change your faction to Dauntless which you did for yourself, for the love you had for yourself. You were true to yourself and did justice to yourself. In this world of...

जीवन का सार। जिसकी कर रहे हो तलाश, जिसके लिए कह रहे हो "कि काश", वह है तुम्हारे पास, तुम्हारी रूह सबसे ख़ास। रूह है एक रेशमी धागा, जिसे ढूंढने हर कोई भागा, जिसका पता है अनजान, बसेरा है उसका जान। जान तो है ज्ञान का महासागर, नहीं है यह अहंकार की मिथ्या गागर, जहाँ रूह की निर्मल नदी मेंं द्वेष का पंक नहीं, सारा संसार है वही। यही है जीवन का सार, क्षीरसागर को करो पार, पापों को दो हार, यही है निर्मल, निश्छलता का अंतिम पुरस्कार।

The Double Tap Conundrum The entire millennial generation is hooked onto the social media. This is not bad or good either. It’s a personal choice. The need for social validation and being a pack goes back to the times when humans were hunting and staying in groups. Times changed drastically, we all started hunting for food using supermarkets and our arenas of food became the wonderfully decorated aisles and the sale boards. Our clothing issues changed from covering for protection to covering for self-confidence and happiness because who are we kidding, everyone feels confident when dressed properly and looking dapper. Our basic needs are still the same, with the addition of the internet and the accessories and additions that come along with it. Social validation is one of the most important catalysts of human development. If a person feels like the society like and confirms him or her…then that person feels satisfied in being. When a person, let’s say Jane, posts a p...