Friday, June 19, 2015

On why we need not publicise and yet we are worthy


It’s interesting how the human experiences have evolved over these 25 years. For some it takes a decade to realize the changes around us homo sapiens, for some it takes changes to realize but to further culminate into becoming something more- an experience of its own. There has never been a doubt of what the human mind can create and do with it. But when a human starts controlling millions of other humans through nothing but technology, I wonder if it’s an invention we need to be proud of    ( read: Facebook) or lament about. While social connectivity is what it aimed at, it has created a new society with rules of its own, only to lift the true connectivity and morph it into a dwelling where the virtual relationships begin to be considered real and the real ones are forgone for the virtual ones. To say that the author is not a part of it will be truly false. To say that this is a society the author wishes to step out from yet stays for reasons, some known, and many unknown, will be partly whole.

As a teen, the author never thought that there would be a time when gadgets is what would replace handshakes and emoticons is what would stand from true feelings. Never was a world imagined where humanity would lose its being to nothing but technology. Here we are, in the era of 2015 where the role reversals have begun. To say that soon homo sapiens shall be digitally loving robots, is an epoch which is not far. Feelings are extremely close and incredibly far. The truth has found its co-existence with the false, which was always there, lurking down deep, like sharks waiting to pound on. Connect, is what it aimed for, and yes it has happened, but only with plugs. Of those who say they have actually connected with people, the author says “Give her the number of those you have actually connected with”. Or is it that their fake smiles and all happy lives have burnt you alive to ashes, so much so that you are nothing but a burnt charcoal, with your fingers still on the screen and heart thrown inside in a corner?

Like that little sapling in the movie Wall-e, which is the only source of life left, we homo sapiens are on the brink of extinction. It is seething us slowly and you ask what is global warming? That stranger who smiled at you and whose smile you never bothered to return did something out of a warm choice. You, however, chose your screen over a true contact, scrolling over the contact list which is long and meaningless.
And then the author asks: to become so narcissistic that the true soul is lost to an object, to lose that one touch of humanity that is left to save the planet, to network over wires than hearts, to live life over the ‘last seen’ than the actual meeting, is this what we call ‘evolution’? It’s time, we define our lives for like they say it with the hastag #YOLO.

questions

One after another pops up
Stifling, stifled, losing it’s form
Of existence, belief, faith and doubt

Their ears can’t hear
The thousand voices in their heads
The eyes cant see
For they are blind to the light around

Ripples are identified
The horizon in distance
Too far to walk or swim
The birds fly away
To homes they built together

Here the pieces are broken
Waiting to be born, to form

Waiting…..waiting.....

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

I will never be “okay” again

I will never be “okay” again
I will never be okay again,
Coz ‘okay’ is too ordinary a state
Of mine, at present
Coz ‘okay’ is not what ‘okay’ means
Coz ‘okay’ is a futile word
Coz ‘okay’ defines itself in times
Coz ‘okay’ means something but is nothing
Coz ‘okay’ is not what I felt yesterday
Coz ‘okay’ is not what I feel today, or tomorrow
Coz ‘okay’ is hollow and empty
Coz ‘okay’ is a good defence
Coz ‘okay’ never feels in being ‘okay’ itself
Coz ‘okay’ never had an existence it was made to be
Coz ‘okay’ is not what I strive to be
Coz ‘okay’ is a statement and a question
Coz ‘okay’ is transient
Coz ‘okay’ is just ‘okay’
And so ….

I will never be okay again.

P.S: Title borrowed from a quote I read on a fellow blogger named Zeba's tumbler page. It's supposedly a title of a book I'm not aware of.

Friday, June 12, 2015

Dungeons that saw light



“Do you know how this world is filled with mazes and how we end up entering another only to be relieved by finding way out of the last one?” “On second thoughts, do we ever find a way out, not until we are alive, right?” so began the saga of asking questions flickered by that moments  in which Light would fall on Pain, leading the wound to seethe than to soothe; that which took its own insights to welcome the cure at its best time. Pain was not the only one, down there, it had company. The companies of the others however were fleeting in nature, like a whiff of air, seen for a few seconds and drifting away, only to be invisible, but at the same time, being present. The other day I heard some voices, screaming for Help, filled with Agony, Misery and above all Helplessness and Worthlessness. Amidst those voices resided lakes of Anger, Guilt and Confusion. And far away at the horizon, which had yet to be discovered, lay Peace. As the voices got louder and louder and louder, heaving a want for Death and for Anguish to end, Silence befell and asserted its existence. The lakes dried for few minutes, cleared and made way for Insight, to gather itself and emerge in Hope and Faith. They always go together. Here they were sitting patiently besides Insight. Their silence eased the Pain into tiny molecules which the body felt escaping away from it. As that happened, the wounds came closer and lit up with new molecules which took the place. These were a gift from Belief, handed over by Hope and Faith. Just as the Silence weaved its magic, the Insight gave Pain a hug filled with Perseverance and Care. The echo of the loud voices faded away gradually, now beckoning the other dungeons which were unexplored, which had yet to be entered, only to make Pain feel its presence, not now, but later. For now, it knew that “it had been saved”. However, that was not the end of it. Just before this realisation set in, Wisdom, quietly perched on a rock, a witness to all the events finally parted its lips to say what was ought to be said: “My Dear, you are saved only if you want to be saved”. With this it spread its huge wings and disappeared into an opening, which no one knew about. There sat Pain whose hands were held by Hope and Faith, heart by Belief and mind by Perseverance. In that moment they seemed like a united family, ready to strive and ready to thrive. As goes for the Light, it was there amidst the Darkness.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Rarest of the Rare


Not very often
More so rare
You find a soul
That beckons you to a world
Never seen, touched or heard
Offering possibilities, dreams
With thousand wings at once.

Not very often
Rarely in dreams
You find a presence
As balmy as shade
As nurturing as a well wisher
Kindling a fire of growth
Only to lit a million lamps.

Not very often
Rarely! Oh ! so rarely
You find a being
Whose presence absorbs you
Like enlightenment reaching your heart
And when such rarity comes to life
You bid the past and welcome the new start

                              


                                     

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