A Pseudo-Human Race

An eerie numbness, an uncanny unhearing

That faceless gaze for lust, strength and money;

Heedless humans wandering and hunting

Souls suspended in the flowing water,

Smothering, like a fish coming up for air.

The heart beats wildly, sweat pours down the forehead,

What is wrong with the world? Are we humans anymore?

Plummeting down a deep slumber; Stooped to such an extent,

That hollow heart and empty mind

That caters to no one’s needs.

There are screams unheard, cries aloud

And they stand still and stare,

A slap on the face, may be?

They have given their hearts away; have wasted their powers

Hard-hearted, hard-boiled, cold-blooded,

Are we humans anymore?

Those callous comments torment the spirit

Iron-hearted psyche demands for more,

Their cupidity is fathomless, an endless pursuit-

A world where solutions mete out with barely a whisper

And emotional scars rake the heart.

The ruthless rummage needs to halt

Because at the trunk we are all Humans;

Life needs to be put back into perspective,

After all, we are Humans.

So let us relinquish this blame-game and self-betrayal,

Transform hatred into love;

Bow our heads down, with our hands on our heart

And shed a tear of repentance.

Initiate an unforgettable odyssey

Where Humans walk together, hand-in-hand

Turn events that howled us to events of exultation,

And avoid rubbing salt on wounds

Instead, exonerate their whimpers;

Yes, this undiluted savagery needs to end

Replaced with feelings of penchant for humankind,

Because in the end we are humans, springing intertwined.

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Dispatch to a Friend

So this friend came to me the other day and accused me of being a paradox. He complained that your scripts talk about being vigorous and iron-willed while you, on the other hand, seem to be feeble and obscure; that you are a contradiction, full of falsehood and you drop lines on the piece of paper that you’re literally not. I let him had it at that while, because I believe I am good at pushing a pencil and am not blessed with the gift of gab. My dear friend, to you I write, I am a meek valiant. I sob at the sofa in the middle of the day, panting and yearning for something far-fetched. I am a miscalculation of theories and sentiments. While I scribble dauntless and lionhearted beliefs, I might be the most timid and reticent human being you have ever met. I am the one who fragmentizes inward and sheds bitter tears in a dark corner, rather than howling back. This ideal, prototypical girl in the back of my mind that I write about and that, in the heart of hearts, I aspire to

Hat Tip- #3

“Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?” ― Nicholas Sparks , The Notebook #photography

वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो

वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो दूसरो की चिंता छोङ, उसे एक बार गिरने तो दो आगे बढते हुए वह चोट भी खाएगा पर एक बार उसे चलने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो पछतावे, गिले, शिकवे- दिल मे लाने तो दो खुशियों की राह पर गम तो होंगे ही पर एक बार उसे खङे होने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो शैतानों की इस भीङ मे शायद वो आज बिखर जाए अंदर का इंसान शायद कही सिमट जाए पर एक बार उसे खुद को खोने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो आज नींद मे देखे उस सपने ने उसे जीवंत करा है विफलता का खौफ भी दिल मे जगह बना रहा है पर एक बार आज उसे सपना देखने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो जीवन से थक कर शायद आज वह अपना संयम खो दे तूफान भरे समंदर मे आज शायद वो हिम्मत हार जाए पर एक बार उसे इस समंदर मे अपनी नौका की सैर करने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो शायद वह उन अपेक्षाओं पर खरा ना उतर पाए बेबस होकर आज शायद वह हिम्मत हार जाए अगर हाथ ना बढा पाओ मदद का पर ना काँट देना उस उङते पंक्षी का आज एक बार उसे खुले आसमान मे साँस लेने तो दो। हक किसने है दिया तुम्हें उसे कुचलने का जमीन से उग रहे उस पौधे को पेङ ना

An Incessant Pursuit

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