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

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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

Idiotic child. 

Where did those days went where love was a cookie and fear was a monster.

Where did that time went, homework was easy and naps were funny.

Where one pocket in pants meant we were gonna be rich. 

It didn’t matter if it was dollar or dime. 

Maybe the sun won’t shine again and maybe I won’t be so fine.
Life when was not a puzzle but a pizza with cheese. 

When it was not a debate who is a friend and who is an enemy. 

When games were not so complicated, 

When politics was just a subject. 

Now we rely on the game of politics and have ourselves saved from fine.

Maybe the sun won’t shine again and maybe I won’t be fine. 
Oh it was easy how simple the life was, 

A few chores now and a chores then and that was enough. 

Mom and dad were always there they weren’t sleeping in ground. 

They were there to hold my hand and spin the things around.

Now they smile, now they dance, only in pictures and films. 

Now they won’t come to save my ass from this paradigm. 

Well maybe the world is not cold and maybe I am not ready to fold. 

But the Sun won’t shine and I won’t be fine and life’s gonna be a bitch. 

Teachers, People with many roles.

As we were kids, reckless and free,

We met a clan called teachers,

We were stunned as we looked at them,

We mistook them for preachers.

They held our hands when god wrote our Destiny,

They guided our paths away from blasphemy,

They called us their owns without hesitation,

And they walked with us in the adverse situations,

As we were pots of mud and water,

They crafted us as sons and as daughters,

They became the water when our knowledge ran dry,

They lent us wings to help us fly,

They held the sword to craft our characters,

They became supports to hold our structure,

For us saplings, that the world discarded,

They became gardeners and didn’t leave us unguarded.

This is for those who didn’t ask for returns,

Those who protected us from the futuristic burns,

This for those who evolved us as creatures,

As we bow down before our beloved Teachers.