Tuesday, 1 September 2015

We ... Defining a world of two

From dusk to the breaking dawn,
He and I have shared an intense bond

Upon me peaceful smiles does he bestow
And unconditionally my tears does he own!
Sinking them in his whitish skin
Whenever to my eyes they akin!

My silliness does he adore
On my undone beats does he dance and flow
From sunken infinities of the skies...
To his brightly-shadowed cloudy robe!!!

And all this time...
We have said.. But we never spoke
Solitude and the dark
Has telepathied and synchronised
The said-unsaid feelings hidden our hearts' core!

Yes today we lay
Far away from togetherness...
But two united souls are we
Partners in an accompanied-solitude are we!

And a world of two we quote!
Me... Here on this land
His dreamer... His counterpart!!
And he... The moon... High up there
My night time story... My all time delight!

Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Grow up... They say

They say I have grown
Out of thier arms
Maybe out of their minds too...

Now no lullabuys need to drive me to sleep
No swings can stop me from monotonous weeps
Now no fairy would come to fulfil my under the pillow wish!
And no wanderlust around me would the angel swish!

Is that what growing up is?
Yes! They say!

When sleep in my eyes does flair
The eyelids do unknowingly drop a tear!
Then...in the dark night
I search for a hand that pats my head
Yes, I seach for fairy tales to be said...

But...
It is my hand and some self cooked stories
Of the shadows of those toy ponies
That wipe off the tears
Trying to restore those midnight glories!

Independence it is... They say!

For once it may seem a shadowed bay..
But your road was yours...
Be it today or yesterday!
You might walk it 'with' some
But to walk it FOR you there would be none!

So, when time would pass,
Being alone will no longer be a lightless path...
You yourself will be the lamp light!
No longer will it be a dreadful night!

And that is what they say...
Be patient... Stand...
Grow up!!! They say!

Tuesday, 18 August 2015

She ... The warrior

Look...
There she runs
Proudly wearing those scars and bruises
After bearing the shot of your gun ....

She knew no bandaids would heal her pain
She knew even the prayers would be in vain...
She knew nothing could un-crease her strains...

So she the warrior of her game,
Stood up... Took off that dented case
And her soul did she untame...
Free from the ties that hit hard  at her brain...
Finally closing the blood blotted chapter of her life's book
Because many more chapters lay untouched...
And the story goes on from life to death!

Tuesday, 11 August 2015

The Undawned Dawn

Daytime... what's that?"said he

A bump head does daily peep ... 
Not from the mountains but from the ashened heaps...
With guns and rifles reloaded and complete 
Blowing off the lamp light, 
Making the envior so dull and gleem
As it has forever been ... 
This for us is the daylight beam!

A roof no longer means safe nights... 
If in the bed a man lies... 
The terror of the army haunts his dreams...
Blood and tears all around do seem!

For once when these eyes do close ... 
Never do they wish to see another such daylight! 
To face the cruel rulers' voice that's turning hoarse!

No eyes would ever wish 
Such a scene to witness... 
A morn so full of bloodshed! 
As when the dead and steady eyes
Outglow the aspirations once ever believed 
When the lifeless bodies 
Flash the moments together weaved 
Darkness is better to be seen...
As in its darkness, 
It would hide the flowing blood seas ...

Oh how I wish for that usual morn 
Void of this ashened sky 
And this fearful undawned dawn!

Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Our Last Bit to Sir Kalam

Last evening,
The setting sun could not promise another hopeful morn,
To those who wished to string along
With him... That teacher, that guide, Our missle man
Yes, he Dr. Abdul Kalam!

No...
No conference had he to attend,
No meet has he now to oblige,
As He - the Lord this time,
Was lucky enough
To enjoy sir Kalam's company,
And to relevate his insight!

And so, his soul is off his body
On its way to embrace the heavens!

We know that from now on,
No faces would be as lighted up in his wait
As they did the previous dawn...
For with him one can't ever again
Spend another honoured morn!

Here are we - his people
Standing with shackled feet, cuffed hands and muted lips!
Had we got the chance to be the ones,
With a hope that he would re-exist,
Thousands of souls for him,
Would give up their life
With utmost might and will!

But for him we'll do our last bit,
We'll thump our shackles, bang these handcuffs,
And ring aloud those gongs and rattles
In literal senses... we'll work and work
Until we can soothe his soul...
With strength and energy in us as a whole!
And then encircling this soul
And bouncing him gently over these percussion beats...
We'll bid him a last goodbye...
By our last bit,
Sending him high up there,
Higher than these mountain peaks,
Higher... To the heavens!

- the_inkdiary

Reservations... Yes FAIR!

Reservations... Fair or unfair...

I say reservations are fair. Reservations are a surity, a guarantee that yes everyone can ... And each person in the nation will tomorrow be standing at similar levels...

Today, the nation is stretched out. If the born privilidged be the visage ... then the underprivilidged be the legs... And the middlemen all stretched into a 3.2 million sq km body.. Yes the nation makes big fat man...

Like we humans have proper   and different systems for different organs.. The same way we, the people of different casts, societies and races are altered and unaltered blood. All of us run in the same big fat mass. Even the unfiltered blood passes through the most elite organ, the heart reserving their way through the veins. So, to me, sanding against reservation sounds just like cutting the veins so that impure blood does not enter the heart... Betterment is then just a dream! The fact then comes into say - cutting viens is merely suicide ... In this case it is the suicide of the nation!

I ask why isn't it fair? You, who has the resources and potential can work hard and get through hardest of examinations!
Now, think of those who never got a chance as yet! They niether have an encouragement nor the exposure! (Imagine would you ever get through these if no one ever insisted you to study and qualify these?)
Those once ever left out communities have now got a chance to rise... That's their ray of hope... That is their encouragement!

Also just because another person is getting an opportunity and we aren't does not mean that we excoriate its existance.
Reservation even if not your cup of benefit tea.. "It is fair". The privilidged got the opportunities by birth, the reserved earned it by law. Simple and clear!

Another argument that aims at  shackling the feet of the supporters of reservation is that it discriminates people.
I ask, why? It never does divide... It unites different streams into one. This is all a societal tantrumic ideology.  We the people shouldn't even think about the line of seperation between the reserved and unreserved. Classes and casts sit there up in our mind. All we need is to get over the discrimination there. Because here the change begins from within! We need to clear our concepts and ideals first! 

Reservations have handed the  less fortunate ones a rope, pulling them out of the vicious circle they have always survived in.
So reserve...
Reserve BUT to a "limit"!

Todays' practical senario goes this way. A poor man did not get a job just because he is nowhere reserved. Now HE needs reservation!

Today, why is my neighbour, who lived a life similar to me, having got a lower rank than me, sitting in the topmost university of the country?
Reservations!
He simply USED his anecestors'  pain! THIS my friend was the loop hole! Reservations for the castes and tribes was a thought planted years back... But now times have changed.

The once ever left back classes are now empowered. For them reservations have worked their best. So, why are we dragging the same ideal over the years? Generations have come after that, empowered... And maybe many of them have overpowered the mightiest of the people! So do they need reservation now? I say no!

Reserve for those who need it. Donot scratch and pinch the scars of tomorrow... Heal the wounds of today. Donot empower the ones in power, spread enlightenment to the needy!
It is now time to wake up, see what is happening and respond to what the world needs. Reserve for the needy, donot merely oblige the empowered!

Now is the transformation era. Changes are a must! We now need proper systems to bring up the poor and unprivilidged, they need reservations. So now lets move out, think, act, reserve, respect!

- The_inkdiary

Saturday, 1 August 2015

Whats' more than a family ... Friends!

When a spicy memory 
A funny dream 
Or the thought of a  friend
Who scared you with a fake scream 
Makes your cheek feel heavily raised
That is when your smile comes up 
Taking you back to those seamless days...

That gang... the ones I used to sit with... 
The endless chitter-chatter that we did!
All that was a long time ago... 
And never to that time would our road curve!

The canteen days still tickle our tongue 
When the last bite mischiefs come to mind! 
Those innocent fights and hearty regrets 
Still force a tear into the eyelids! 
Those days... that togetherness no longer persists 
But the memories still bring out a bliss 
Of those soulful colours of lovely days like chintz! 
Making each one long for the gang to come up all over again!