Life as it comes..

I'm sure each of you daily experience some or the other thing which makes you sigh or wonder how unpredictable life is .So much that, when things go as per the plan or schedule it leaves you even more shocked. But you’d be happy when you know that nobody living/surviving/existing is an exception to this aspect of life.   Especially when everyone happen to be part of this vicious social network which can make a celebrity or an outcast out of them in minutes. Leaving aside exceptions like Salman Khan or Jayalalitha who clearly are above the Law. Life certainly is unpredictable for the woman who was married off to a stranger early or at the “right age” according to society norms and now is a daily victim of marital rape. More so after the rejection of repeated pleas to criminalize marital rape. We in India,are so acclimatized to such crimes that we are just one step short from even declaring it a tradition. Life certainly turned unpredictable for the man who owns a c...

There it stood Rock Steady The calmness of an ocean on the exterior God knows covering what rumble inside So impersonal looking yet the most personal space for its inhabitant ! Made of brick or stone or costliest wood is that of value or the priceless life it shelters ? Blocks of house in a row as they stand, acting as milestones of a passing memory ....  

Those stolen glances Towards me, your confident advances In range of my sight yet so far away while my dreams has you in my arms ,lightly sway .. Those beautiful eyes, flames me up with its heat Not wanting to look away when our eyes meet I see you talking to her and then to him Oh how I could in your words for hours just swim As the breeze blows onto your face and messes your hair I almost prepare myself to fight with it for its dare !! In my head is revolving a buzzing bumble bee Could someone just explain what is it thats happening to mee !!

When I first held him in my hands There was placenta & blood stuck to his hair strands Oh! how proud I was to become mother to a baby boy there was no bounds to my new found joy As he was growing up to be a tiny tot I narrated him stories of how for peace & freedom people fought I got him aeroplanes & swords to play for fun little did I know that one day he'd give up his pen to seriously hold a gun As all mothers I had dreamed that my son would become a big man & for society build a steeple but I never accounted that he could go on to head a group of terrorist people I had dreamt of seeing him famous someday & gave away our television after seeing him as a "wanted" that day .. When I first held him in my hands there was placenta and blood struck to his hair strands When I held him today for the last time there was blood stuck to his head along with a bad name There was once no bounds to my happiness for being blessed with a boy...

You know that feeling ? When you're just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into your bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you're tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you it's okay. But no one's going to be there. And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you. But you're tired of waiting. Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong, And for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you won't be. But you're still hoping. And you're still wishing. And you're still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes. You're fighting. -anonymous.

She never knew normal and she got things only great there were people around 24x7 attending to her every hassle or fret Some felt her feathers weren't of a nice shade & others said they weren't at right places While some discussed of how to increase her security by putting another lock covering her undesired  castle with more laces People told her of which time to sing and the tune she should hum like she could even produce sound from her throat that had long gone numb As she looked out of her window She saw the flying bird's shadow her face filled with envy and despair for that freedom was something she could trade all this unwanted care But quickly she put a brake to her giant thinking wheel lest they hear her thoughts too and try to seal (it) So meet the golden bird in a cage .. Or was it that she was just a normal bird with normal wants, put in a golden cage ??

It lingers on the tongue those words unspoken trying to connect atleast through eyes trying to give sound for the heart to speak the memory refreshes sitting by the river after so long lips smile while the eyes cry you remember of the time when it lingered on the tongue those words unspoken however hard you tried I sit by the river side watching the clouds above me slide watching my reflection in the water trying to recall the things that matter As those memories into the water fall from my mind ripples form ,separating the pond-skiiers entwined they again reflect of a time when I tried communicating through eyes a time when they fell on the eyes of a blind ...