You could hide a drop. How could you hide an ocean? Sometimes all you can do is just give up.
You could walk all the miles alone. You could offer a hand but it is will  that  holds.
You could be whole. How could you present yourself in bits? The blind heart can never see. Bits or whole..how does it matter?

Medals of pride

Garlands of gunshots on brave hearts
Not they wished for.
They did, for their fellow men's breath
To smell the fragrance of life,
Burning like fireflies,
For keeping the fire of warmth to light up many a home.
Cries of their beloved and little tender hearts they buried within,
And walked away to find their graves,
Without a waning wink from the nation's pride.
Threats of thundering wrath break bones, but not the springing spirit of the soul struck soldier
Triggering thirst of power the devil moves
Mightier is the mind of the men in uniform
Dare they let them reign
Pouring out pain in their hoping homes
They pour in hope into frightened souls.
Shame if our lips, their names in pride if we don't  mutter
For lives they serve their countrymen on a platter.
Jai hind!

Do you?

I sing, I remember
I don't, I still do
I dance, I remember
I don't, I still do
I write, I remember
I don't, I still do
I paint, I remember
I don't, I still do
I walk, I remember
I don't, I still do
I laugh, I remember
I don't, I still do
I talk, I remember
I don't, I still do
I play, I remember
I don't, I still do
I sleep, I remember
I don't, I still do
I look, I remember
I don't, I still do
I think, I remember
I don't, I still do
Do you? even once?

Dreams

Muddling my cold feet into a colder ocean bed
Lying like a string on a sitar and sensing the music that flows out of me
Flying away like flakes of snow under a striking January sun
Oozing out like a rush of champagne on the split of its cork
Dripping out like honey after a labour of love
Lighting up like a flash on a sun struck mirror
Softening like warm butter on being churned up
Falling like a fruit into the hands of a gleeful child
Peeping like a diamond amidst loud crystals
Bending like the yellow in a bright rainbow
Becoming the sound of silence in a conch
Dreams are these of fleeting ecstasy
that are seen
Closed eyes and open hearts
The welcome is due for moments to rule
For dreams come true.

Conservatism

The Indian communities have enthralled, amused and fumed me all equally at one time. Crazy isn't it? Secularism is unconsciously overrated or is it that the conscious intelligent minds willfully overdose the term and silently take the escapism trail?

Soceity sat upon a set of rules to conserve the community but not necessarily to narrow down the space of one's grey matter. What we witness today is precisely an unfavourable outcome of the same.

Conservatism is not about staying indoors chained in fear nor is it about shielding oneself from the commotion born of casteism and religion. It is about nurturing the ability to see things sensibly and acting upon it.

Conservatism is not about canvassing morality and making a big hue and cry of it. It is about maturity and balance that could be inculcated from early years. It is about mixing the right potions for each individual.

It isn't about a dhoti-clad being labelled classy and cultured or frowning at the sight of a little black dress. It is about the aura and presence one exhibits amongst people.

It means humility, approachability and understanding. It means working within one's conscious boundaries to cross them with intellect and concern. Well, yes. I am conservative and I have no issues about it.

The life learner's early lessons

Learn to value yourself if you haven't, as you will appreciate your worth when it isn't seen.

Don't get carried away by words as you may not notice the actions when you fly.

Communicate, because it's a small world and you will have to smile again. Let that be free willed.

Invest yourself in another person, not for returns, but with a trust that you will be cared for.

Attend to those ambiguities. They are far more powerful than your blind faith.

Niceness is like a boomerang. It's not a weapon to strike someone. Hurt and it hurts you back.

Love isn't a deal. If you can sense this much, allow it or just be.

Willingness is often an offspring of intense connection and desire. If sensed, it is an incredible experience.

Humans...super

"People are awesome....." some heart hitting music and a kickingly inspiring three minutes and thirty seconds video (to be solidly precise)  froze me there.
It isn't very seldom that I don't get a sky high feel, the moment my eyes screen through some stupendous brow raising stunts that just barge into my cell phone as forwarded videos. Following jokes even as stress busters don't truly push me to get the clock ticking for some easy lazy moments. I would rather have a hearty laugh with the kids giggling on the streets or just looking at a dog trying to catch his tail.
Passionate performances always kindle me. I guess it does that to all of us. I get compelled to look at the super abilities of these incredible humans. Their grit to be their own mentor to get that potential sky rocket gets me floored enough to get up and get going. They are all similar in the way we think of them as different. Similarity in undeterred will and opulent optimism must have never come easy to them, I suppose.
I guess it's just one slip, to think or not to think that's the LOC for us. The able humans don't think and get super while the others think and worship the superhumans.
Being human is being super. What am I and what are you? This is just the twist of a nerve ending. Let's see what it can do.
Be awestruck. Be awesome.