Penned down

I feel like a drop of water, My true dimensions distorted by pressure Falling, along side all my friends. Clueless about our future. Shall I bring joy to a child's face? Or the torrent that drowns many? Shall I be guarded by an oyster, or Lose my identity, as if I now have any. I know not, but I do my command. Whizzing past my life with such speed. When we would realise our calling, It would be too long to heed.

Deepak tagged me about 6 weird things about me. These are the 6 weirdest things that I could think right away. Six weird things about me: 1. The one thing that can drive me to the edge of fear is dogs... I never walk anywhere near a dog. Moreso, i stop visiting friends who have dogs in their house :) 2. I always sing when I feel no one is listening. If anyone is around, I stop it. Or that is what I think. But my friends say that their listening has been hampered by my singing in the hostel :) 3. I have tried my hands at painting so much that it would put King Bruce to shame. But still my efforts have yeilded no results. I did not take bio for my diagrams end as fiascos. 4. All my creations, poems or short stories have been written well within 10 minutes. If it takes more than that I get all confused with what I wanted to say. 5. When ever I read a book, I keep thinking that people around me are one or the other char. Sometimes I get confused between truth and fiction, if I am too muc...

As we celebrate valentines day, lets just spare a thought for the love, care that was destroyed in the Bhopal tragedy, and many such calamities. Normal people, whose life changed that one night. She leans against the window sill Looking at the city go to rest Her life is perfect, as she had wanted From husband to job, Gods given the best Her little cherub smiled in his sleep As though thanking God for a lovely day. Like all mothers, she falls asleep, Hoping that all good comes in his way. This December night, Was no ordinary, For her and many others in that city - Her dreams, were to stay in her closed eyes Shattered before she could finish dreaming The tragedy: Not only destroyed lives - Destroyed their love, home, dreams and future Ordinary people, living just like you and me Lost their being, to those dark vapours.

Blades of grass towering over me, With greenery till my eyes can see. Untouched solitude without the future A tete-a-tete with mother nature. Green mountains teeming with wildlife Unexplored with mysteries rife. The grey sky screaming aloud with light The thunderous rain to arrive this night And I would have savor every moment Of this heartwarming event Rather than watching the rain drizzle From the confines of my cubicle.

"Father, is this picture black on white, or white on black" "Black colour on white, Tina" "But father why not white colour on black.. mixture of colours on colourless" "Thats the way it is.." "Father why does the lightning come towards the mountain and not the fields" "That is the way it is, Tina" "Father, why is the man rushing out instead of rushing into the house in rain" "He perhaps has some work in the forest Tina" "But you have never let me out, when i wanted to play in the rain" "All u have to do is play dear... He might have some work to do" "But papa, why is work more important than play" "Tina... Thats the way it is" "Why couldnt you think of any questions when you looked at this picture, Father" "I dont know Tina, I thought everything was clear" "But papa, you are so educated.. You must have more questions to ask" "Perhap...

I wonder how glibly to my own self About my importance, I manage to lie. Despite knowing to be insignificant, Compared to the infinite beyond the sky I believe in being a rational person. Thoughts, free; Not held in a cage; But still those noxious superstitions Bog my mind, in this hi-tech age. I pronounce selflessness as a virtue, And the chide the ones who cheat. But my competitors victories I disparage In a worthless race, him, I want to beat. I know my mind has the brilliant skill To write many verses with these fingers. But blank thoughts when I want to write And pronounced speechlessness lingers. Caught up in frantic introspection, Belief and the truth come face to face. A new resolve emerges out of this deed. Yet; How I dread the realization days!