My Ramblings

Who says what matters Mostly confused seldom aware Appreciation clarifies brings perspective Otherwise what remains is a retrospective. Too many voices too much applause Kicks inside yet mostly a ruse Only when it's one and almost single That it's worth turning your brains to mingle. That one voice would raise you high The depth would suffice no matter the price Weeds out non essentials to find the pure Brings you peace and life for sure. Grab on those who have been loved  For nothing is surer nothing is kinder The wayward find light souls to the vain Hope to the despair with a life to gain. _________________________________________ Inspired by 'A fault in our stars'.

फिर आई याद तुम्हारी, नहीं पहली बार हवा मुस्कुरायी तो हम भी हंस पड़े लगा आज भर लें दुनिया अपनी साँसों में पर याद आये थे वो जो ज़ुबा पे न आ सके लिखना चाहते थे कलम से सारी हकीकत डर था ...

How do I cry infront of you My eyes are peeled. I cannot blink nor can I wail With the clips and pins my eyes outstretched How do I tell you my story When you fed me sewage and stale I am not manic just in pain Jumping around even when sane. What do I tell you about My story that I want to tell Or the story you foretold. I know you forgot I am a human and not a witch . ___________________________________ Inspired by the tragic and real incidents of witch-hunt in state of Jharkhand, India where the victims are tied up, beaten, forced fed unimaginable things, burnt and killed, murdered.