Waiting for a Miracle!

Oh god, oh god, where is the miracle?

Why don’t you tell me where to look?

Guide me to the path, towards pinnacle,

Which stones to turns, to read which books? 
Was is it in the past, when I was blind?

When I was kid, in my mind that wasn’t sane,

When I fought my insanity to become fine,

When the world was less cruel and life was a game. 
Oh Lord, oh Lord, why don’t you tell?

Just one question and I will be free

Am I the Hero or Villain of this fairy tale?

Or is there a different role in my Destiny?
Where is the miracle? I ask you again,

Is it in the future for which I am prepared?

Where I will dictate the rules of this game.

Where Sun will be obstacle and miracle will be shade. 

Oh God, oh God, reply to me once!

Why this illusion? Why this charade?

Why make me dull? Why make me dunce?

Why are you making me walk in this naked parade?

“The miracle exists and I have given it you, 

I have presented you with quil of your destiny, 

Why do you cry my child, why looking for clues?

Why beat yourself in the invisible game of mutiny?” 
Daily prompt- Waiting

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Brave New World.

Urgent Message to World! To the Brave New World!”
“Oh God! Why did you hid this book from me?” 

This amazing piece of dystopian future and literature have crafted an image in my mind which is scary and yet so accurate. The Philosopher and writer Aldous Huxley, have played everything so wonderfully accurate that you the world it creates is fairly similar to our reality. I often wonder myself that whether the book 1984 and Brave New World are the blueprints of society. 

The Brave New World has so much power in its pages that it is the evidence of vividly known idiom, “Pen is mightier than sword.” 

It will not be fair and even justified to the reader if I accidentally reveal something from the book; hence I refrain myself from speaking about the literature it is concealing. 

Yet the ideologies and the structure doesn’t let it wander in Dystopian Fiction. I really feel compelled to tell you, instead I will WARN you that the book will, at several points will have you confused and connected to the world around you. 

I have found the map to blueprints of something I believe is of greater importance and I will continue to explore. 
If you have the void created by functioning of society then this book will help fill the hole with delicacy. You will need an open mind, you will have to discard the theories and your egos to dive in the depth of words waiting for you. BUT, this adventure is worth it. 

I dare! 

How many of you have been bullied? If you were bullied, then I am not sorry. I don’t have slightest guilt or remorse to offer. Because if I had read about you, or heard about you, I would have done what most of the people do.. “Tsk-Tsk… poor soul”. And I might have said few things about how it’s bad and how we should not do it. But is that all? That’s it? That’s fu**ing it!? Someone died, someone has been troubled just because he is different and all you could do is move the muscle of your tongue and make that sound. 

We both know you will do that again, and trust me I know that many of the readers have left on that paragraph, calling me dumb names, making fun of me, or doing things that could remotely effect me somehow.. those are the people who pushed that kid in the locker, danced on his desk when he was talking to his friend, made fun when he wanted to be more like his dad or someone more inspiring that “swag” or “Justin Bieber”.
 That little guy you pushed in that locker had bigger dreams than your ego. 
But you couldn’t accept that could you? You wanted to feel superior! And how? By picking up on the guy who just want to be accepted. Who just wanted to be another face in the crowd, not a weird disease, not a clown, not someone who wants to be remembered as trash. You call them, you hurt them, you sometimes even go to hunt them down! Because your ego is more important than his mental health, physical health, and his life.
You don’t care if he is cool in his own way. You don’t care that even after all that you put him through all he wants to make you his friend. Maybe someone he could show his magical world to, someone who would pick that stick from garden and fight some Dragon before calling him weird. But to you it’s all just stupid, isn’t it? After all, you don’t care about all that, you don’t have the guts to look in the eyes of that kid, now grown up, to even ask for forgiveness. 

But you have little shame in you, don’t you? I am trusting in you at this point, maybe not shame, but regret, guilt, that is eating you up. You have imagined walking down the corridor in his shoes and you have imagined how would it have felt if you were the one to get the beating for no reason. 
Maybe you have that guilt, maybe your child is being bullied, or maybe he took after you and became a bully. Ask him, talk to him, you don’t want to have the same regrets like you have. He needs someone who could guide him, like you needed someone who could have guided you. 
Be a parent. Don’t encourage bullying. 

Daring

Value of sacrifice. 

One should always value oneself more than the sacrifice. Sacrifice reside in the deed not the world itself. What’s the point of sacrifice when it’s Value is worthless. 
It doesn’t ask, it doesn’t preach. 

It doesn’t hide, it doesn’t seek. 

It lies to eyes, in light it denies,

It’s not that far, it’s quite near indeed. 
It lies in the glass which a mother rejects by lying,

It lies in the blanket when there is nothing to hide, 

It lies in the bread harder than concrete,

Value of the sacrifice lies in the deed. 
It hides in the smile of the lonely mother,

It lies in the courage of tortured daughter,

It’s denies the right to the preacher in guise,

Value of the sacrifice lies in the deed. 
It finds its way in the brothers’ quarrel,

It finds it’s bay in the drunkard’s barrel, 

It hides from out the player best of greed,

Value of the sacrifice lies in the deed.
It stays in the pride of painful back, 

It stays in on the cheek crimson after slap, 

And it surely doesn’t live in the group of Holy beads. 

Value of the sacrifice lies in the deed.

Graceful Shiva.

Om namah shivay. 

May Lord Shiva enlightens your path and guide you away from destruction. 

I bow to Shiva ask for blessings, 

For the sins he eradicates, 

And his ways of teaching. 

Neither a god, nor a father, not even a teacher nor a disciple,

I bow my head in his feet that are divine,

As he destroyed my cunning rivals. 

His hand that gave me blessings and shelter, 

How he gulped the poison churned from the sea, 

And how he contained Ganga, in his hair, in the time of disaster. 

How he dances and how he remains calm, 

How we look up to him for patience and virtue, 

How he transfuses the energy from his palm. 

For he is the might Shiva, the warrior and a sage, 

For he is yogi and for whom we are same, 

Who doesn’t discriminate among the mortals,

Who didn’t became the king to propel. 

The Lord of destruction, the Lord of salvation, 

Told us how he is not complete without Shakti,

We bow to him who is Shiva. 

The third eye of his, omnipresent in universe, 

His blue throat proof of his patience,

His rage which contains earth’s destruction. 

I bow to Shiva, the Nataraj, the elite, 
And I bow to Shakti, without whom Shiva is incomplete. 

Graceful

Dilemmas! Necessity of evolution.

Now you see child, why dilemmas are necessary. 

Why they are required for the growth of humanity. 

They give humans a chance! To pick among the two. 

Former or the latter, which truth is true.
Once there was a child, 

To be a grown up he cried, 

His dilemma was simple,

He grew up and regretted his life. 
Once was a solider,

Hasty on the border,

He had to choose between brother or border. 

He killed the former and chose the latter. 
Once was a man, kind and gentle, 

He was the priest of the highest temple, 

He had to choose between purity and virtue. 

He fed the child and let the stone die of hunger. 
Once was a king, of a realm unknown, 

The plague had his kingdom blown, 

He had to choose desertion and death, 

He left the kingdom to rot, and long he was gone. 
The tales are many, the truth are few, 

Truth is the morning, lies are the dew,

Now you have the chance, to choose between the two. 

Former the or latter? Which one is true?

Dilemma

Pretender. The dumb-charade.

Paradigms of periods preconceive perhaps,

Regardless rejoining, rejecting rejoice, 

Eliminating elements egocentric to every-

Time, to tell the tale to the treachery’s teacher too. 

Engaged eloping from eccentric end. 

Neither nonsense nor nuance, nor 

Denouncing deeds, destroying democracy.

Egging the eyes of enemies equally energized. 

Readily red redemption; reeking of rendered rendezvous. 

Daily prompt.
Pretend

The imaginary friends.

In the past I often stumbled upon the meaning of anApology. Is it that I am accepting a defeat? Or am I letting someone’s belief be proven from mine? Or is it simply a senseless social responsibility to function in the world as humans?

As my logical brain had taken most of the decision I went with the third option and I found it be working quite nicely. But that was when I was a kid. For me that time it was another word said to have the relationship intact rather than letting it die in the name of my imaginary friend “ego”.

Little did I knew that my imaginary friend would harness from the hormonal changes and as I hit puberty the imaginary friend hit it as well. Now when it came to apologize I had better excuses and I could just let them see how wrong there were. I often told them why and what I did in order to avoid the labour of my lips mumbling, “I am sorry.”

Now the imaginary friend has an imaginary friend of it’s own, the “isolation”. And “ego” loves “isolation” so much that it cannot function without it. It would often drag me out of social conventions just so the “isolation” could grew as the mentor “ego” saw to it.

Now I have, like most of humans, a childish debate but not the attitude towards apology and I am feeding both of my imaginary friends as they now control me.

– Another human

The ticking clock- a poem

The Clock ticks and it says nine,
I grab my bag and run to hide,
“I have an ache in my tiny stomach,
Mommy I think I should rest on the hammock”

My mom buys it and I am free,
With games and friends I will glee,
No more division of my cells,
Now I will play with my few friends.

The homework won’t bother for another day, 
That monster I have slayed is gonna stay,
In the books where it does belong,
Not in my brain to make it numb. 

Billy the bully won’t throw me on ground,
I won’t be pinned in the “lost and found”
I will enjoy the relishing dessert,
And afterwards maybe, a little homework. 

The clock says its ten and now I rest, 
Mommy don’t know about the pain in my chest, 
Maybe it will stop after I doze off, 
Or as the uncle said when the clock will stop. 
It’s a weird looking device on my wrist,
The numbers don’t go up, maybe it’s stupid,

Mommy cried again, she yelled in the phone,
Daddy has left, he is never home, 
The Clocks in my house are never the same, 
But if my clock says zero I will win the game. 

The depth of plan. 

..”You see Daniel, I was staring in the hole. Those eyes were staring back at me. I swear to god it was not fake. I am not making this up! You gotta believe me!” Said Pamela pulling Daniel’s collar. 

She claimed she had seen her father on the night before yesterday. Who is in prison awaiting his fate to be announced any day and see the world smile one last time from the gallows pole.
“No no, it cannot be sweetheart. There was nothing down there. We did it. We survived that hellhole. Now no one can touch us.” He remembered how hard it was to pull out the skeleton from the grave. As he waited and waited along with the moon, from the gravestone.

“But I saw him! I swear to god! I watched him crawl out of Mum’s grave.” 

Annoyed Daniel hissed at his sister as she went on and on about the episode she had. Maybe she is schizophrenic or maybe the guilt is residing in the Depth of heart, gnawing it slowly; spitting venom at her reality. 


She was surer than the moon that watched over them that night. Yet her own brother was questioning her sanity. She tells him that after they were done digging out the corpse of their mother she watched their father crawl from the grave, he stood next to the gravestone, touched the engraved name and kissed it once before turning his head and fixing his gaze in their direction. 

This is what she has been trying to make Daniel believe, but Daniel was as stubborn as his father. He says nothing was there, they simply dug out the grave, took what they were looking for and drove off. 
It is a possibility that he saw him there as well, but his conscious already knew that the father has been displayed in the public execution. In reality both of them have the gift of watching things that can be either divine or horrendous for normal populous. They see things that are there but the brother discards them as hallucinations. 
Pamela says, “Why don’t you believe me!? You must have seen him as well. Didn’t you? You saw him, right? Why the hell are you denying that! You saw him and I saw him what the hell is happening!? Is he okay?” 
“Look Pam, father.. ermm.. has been executed 2 days ago. The trial was over I just needed to have that ring removed from her finger. Something about it came up after he was executed.  Now if we can prove he was innocent then we can live off well for the rest of our lives.” 
“but didn’t we frame him to take the blame?” Asked a surprised Pamela. 
“we did sweetheart, we did. But you know he didn’t leave anything to us, she didn’t leave anything to us. Both of them donated everything they had. Him to that whore and her children and she did to that foundation she was working with. In the game of becoming great they left out lives deeply scarred. And this!.. this could be our chance! You can go for your modeling career and I might even start something close to a business. But we gotta stick together, we cannot prove anything if you or me say anything about father being visible to us. They will call us crazy and we will lose the case. We need to be strong..” He leaned in for the kiss and his lips parted from the sweating forehead of hers. “We need to be one!”