Redemption!

Another day is up and about

And the loneliness persists.

It is as strong as if I were alone.

When life becomes a constant mess,

And the only words that come to mind are

‘Get out of here!’

Depression becomes the order of the day.

Misery is comfortable

And logics take a strong mind.

When mistakes rule the world

And apologies became a daily routine,

When the mind loses its sanity

And reasons give way to cribbing.

When we become a burden on the people who love us

And we lose faith on ourselves,

That’s when the clock strikes twelve

And the truth dawns in…

Change!

Fight!

Become yourself!

The mistakes we made in the past

We cannot undo,

The time we lost,

We cannot bring back.

The things we broke,

We cannot fix them again.

But the mess we made,

We can clean it up again.

We cannot bring back the beginning

But we can give it a new beginning.

So let us redeem ourselves

Let us be the person we wanted to be.

Let us the walk the path we were meant to walk

And let us stop being afraid of our steps!

If life already is a mess,

The worst we could do

Is mess it up some more.

But if we succeed,

We could bring back the sense of self we had lost.

So let’s keep fighting!

If we lose,

We will be back to where we began.

If we win,

Ours will be the world,

And ours will be the life.

So stop fearing,

Get your gear

And get, set, go…

Because O’ faithless wanderer,

Life is too short to lose yourself

And too long if you be someone else.

So make your own way,

Set your own goals,

And walk away to the mountains that await.

For in this world,

The golden letters will fade,

But as long as you walk your way,

You shall always remain…

What do we call the people?

There is enough ridicule in the world
to amuse anyone with a sense of humor.
There is enough frivolity in the world,
to crush anyone with a pinch of substance.
There is enough cruelity in the world,
to redefine meaning of humane.

Common man,
a victim that has been,
since the dawn of time,
victimizing its protectors.

The ‘feel-ers’,
who are kind enough
to discard their  ‘feelings’ in a jiffy
and change their ships,
the platoons and symbols of sacrifice,
the first ones to abandon
a sinking ship.
History is proof.
The Church,
 the symbols of humanity,
burned Galileo alive;
The innocent bystanders,
bystood innocently
 the great pyre of Science.

The people,
the symbol of love and integrity,
the fighters, the patriots,
the first ones to renounce Chanakya -
who fought for their country,
the first ones to write books
on Alexander The Great,
who ‘came’, who ‘saw’, and who’ conquered’!

Martyrs, or Martyr –makers?
What is the right name for people?
People – who worship Gandhi
because he never took up a weapon
but let Indians burn,
And never speak of Savarkar,
to fight for their country.

DEAD is the word for them,
breathing corpses
the watchdogs of American companies,
the critics of their very own companies.

 Dead,
the people to criticize the Government for five years
then vote for the same govt on the fifth.

Dead,
The people who comment on everything
and hand the baton
when it comes to action.

Dead,
people who criticize the producer
and consume his very product.

Dead,
the people who condemn an artist throughout life
& quote his great works
on his funeral.

Dead,
if they are not dead
then who knows what they are.
But one thing is for certain
Whatever people are,
they most certainly are not human!
THEY MOST CERTAINLY ARE NOT HUMAN!!