Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Between hope and despair

Between hope and despair,
I lie somewhere.
The path in between,
Has caught me unaware.

Between utopia and indifference,
Between nonchalance and reverence,
I see and try to,
Make some sense.

And at a distance,
I see a shining light,
It sometimes fades away,
And is sometimes bright.

I talk to myself,
Is it the destination.
Or maybe it is just
A figment of my imagination.

I wish one day,
Deep inside me,
The dichotomies will die,
And I'll let it be ...

Sunday, February 09, 2014

The Magician

He was a magician. But he was insane. At least, this is what the world said.

He woke up people from their graves. This was not acceptable to the society.

So they shunned him and sent him to a remote cold land, where there was nothing but ice.

And maybe, some oilfields underneath which some company would have exploited.

He chanted his magic chant again. And the magic wand worked again.

And the dinosaur woke up from the dead. Where it was buried eons ago.

Like a Frankenstein monster, the dinosaur killed him instantly.

But he had a hearty laugh in the end.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Rapes, infanticide, harassment - Is there a solution?

Few thoughts:

Heinous crimes like rapes & female foeticide/ infanticide are symptoms of some larger malaise plaguing the society. While handing out exemplary punishment, speedy judiciary, teaching the kids and adolescents to respect everyone is a part of it, I believe it is incomplete. Some systemic issues need to be addressed to minimize these issues in long run. I believe that the most important of this is economic independence of women.

- I don't have any data to support it, but economically independent women are more likely to raise a voice against wrongdoings against her, be it physical or mental abuse, sexual harassment, foeticide or rapes. These issues are often under-reported because of economic reasons & tendency to "live with it", chiefly because of economic reasons. If more and more women are economically independent, more likely would be the protest & it will deter a substantial chunk of people from mistreating women.

- The proportion of females in the work force is increasing, but is it enough? Probably no. Partly, it is due to lack of education, but partly it is due to conservative (rather regressive) mindset prevailing in the society, where other people decide whether "job/ work karwaayenge" or not (As if they are talking about an inanimate object that they have or have acquired). In fact, I know of people who know this is incorrect, but rarely raise voice against this (or at max, raise a shrill token protest, but nothing more).
At the face of it, it is not life threatening or anything for many people, but it does give rise to several systemic issues.

- While kids & teenagers should be taught to be respect people, avoid discrimination and not have false sense of inflated egos or powers, it may not be enough. A part of this "respect" needs to be "demanded" (and this will come majorly from education and economic independence).

- There is often a stigma attached to talking freely about such issues & most important is "What will people think?" A chunk of it can be reduced with economic independence of women, since they are not that dependent upon what others will say as it might not affect her survival, which would have otherwise been the case. Also, an economically independent woman is more likely to be aware of importance of speaking up.

-Even economic independence is not something that will be handed over in a platter. Getting it might entail long struggle, disobeying few peopleand ruffling a few feathers.

Above steps might not wipe off the crime altogether (it will probably be too Utopian to assume!), but I believe  they can certainly reduce certain kinds of crime drastically.

What do you people think?

Saturday, November 10, 2012


Sometimes deep within me,
There are some voices
And I then delude myself,
They are nothing but noises.

Sometimes they long to come out,
Words that lie within me inside,
I wonder if it'll disturb the sleep,
Of people who are awake beside.

Sometime I dream of dreams,
That once kept me awake,
And that silent whisper then says,
That is was some mistake.

That I should keep these thoughts,
Far, far away from myself,
And let them silently die
Sometimes I tell to myself;

Some things are better left unsaid.
Some words are better left unspelt.
Some dreams are better left undreamt.
Some feelings are better left unfelt.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

The city

The green fields disappeared,
The landscape changed somewhere,
And that famed skyline appeared
Suddenly out of nowhere.

The squalor began to grow,
I could see people all around,
The din slowly increased, and
Tranquility was nowhere to be found

The crowds then swelled,
And, all seemed to be in hurry,
But all I could see on their face,
Was resignation and worries.

The city arrived, said the signboard
But what it said not
Was, welcome to the jungle,
Of lifeless concrete and rot.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The Shrill Voice

There was a shrill voice within,
Longing to see the light
With each passing moment
It grew louder and bright.

It didn't stay there for long
As louder became its screams,
Sounds of half-fulfilled wishes
And long abandoned dreams.

And then I asked those troubling voices
What is your wish and what do you want?
It spoke, and I replied -Your wishes are unreasonable,
And asking something that I can't.

Saturday, March 17, 2012


I looked up and gazed,

Onto the computer screen.

To write something,

With thoughts in my head,

And some ideas in my mind,

But words were found missing!

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Assorted Random Semi-Verses


Isn't every memory a magic?
Making you lose the sense of time.
Which is so much beyond the realm of logic.
Though sometimes they are mere illusions
But they keep coming back to you,
And make you feel nostalgic!

The Dark Side

With every talent comes a curse,
From every gift speaks a caveat aloud,
Even the beautiful moon has a dark side,
And every silver lining has a cloud!


The Race

Somewhere in this race,
Some time during the run,
I lost myself in between,
And forgot to have fun.

I write ...

I sometimes write random words,
Which hardly make any sense;
But I just felt that you should know,
That in some corner of this little world,
I do have a little presence!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Words fail me.

They can help to see the most beautiful,

Everything about everything, they tell me.

But when I need them them the most,

Without fail, words fail me.