Strength or dignity?

Yes I believe in the power of destiny
but I also believe in the power of choices.


I believe in practicality
but I also believe 
in the power of belief!


I stand at a fork
both ways are less traveled

but one way requires dignity
the other strength.


Each as prestigious
but only one to be chosen.


So I choose dignity
for strength will always follow.
I choose belief
for 'will' will always follow...

I!

Veni, Vedi, Vinci;
I came, I saw, I conquered.
I dreamt, I created, I flunked.
I learnt, I copied, I succeeded.

Blindly we follow traditions
with no knowledge of their reasons
sabotaging their purpose
and slaughtering their integrity.

I 

A single word that has ceased to exist.

Human race 
is not becoming selfish.
Human race 
is losing the value of self.

Self sacrifice we speak of
but what will you sacrifice
when you have no self?

'Ideas come to life'
and are slained
by the Peter Keatings of this Earth.

Honesty, Purity of Heart, Love...
meaningless, purposeless talks.

Honesty is not spilling one's beans.
Honesty is being true to one own self.
To proudly speak your opinion.

Purity of heart does not mean 
cleansing heart with a bleach
or going to Amarnath, Mecca, Vatican.
Purity of heart 
is the ability of being able to define self.

Love...
Lone one self.
Love one's dignity.

I is not a curse.
I is Creationism.
I is truth.

I is SELF!

For Forever...

Perhaps it's just better not to say
Perhaps there is nothing to say
just silence.

Silence that engulfs the mind
Silence that stretched on
Silence that is more beautiful than words
Silence more meaningful than worlds.

Who says it's a tragedy
It's nothing but inevitable.
Who feels it's agony
It's nothing but silent comprehension.

It's not the end, just a beginning of something new.
It's not a truth, just the ending of a methodical lie.

It's here, it's new
and for forever to come. 

It exists, it survives
for deaths to come.

It screams in vain and falls silent in pain
and learns, just learns...
learns to live
learns to respect
learns to survive
learns to strengthen 
learns to be,
unlike many in past,
immortal.

Short but beautiful,
lied but truthful, 
honest but un-understood,
lies above all mountains,
sleeps below all oceans,
a small pact of hearts
that now are free to find its bounds...

P.S. I love you... 

INDIA, 2011

Where King Cong is crowned
and Anna Hazare is bound.

Where there is a single voice 
that yells 'India is for Sale!'

Where oil is as precious and rare as dignity.

Where merit and poverty cease to differ. 

Where elections ensure 
FDI's 'India is consumer' funda.

Where votes are given for good looks
and not for brain books. 

Where all this happens in one go, 
there will you find a caption written 
in white gold:
'Welcome to reality,
Welcome....
to Incredible India!

THE TRUTH!

It's a world of darkness, 
It's a world of wonders,
It's a world of miracles,
It's a world of gospels.


Life, the ultimate mystery of soul.
Lie, the ultimate contentment of a mole.
But sometimes, they say, 
a lie works miracles.


Truth, like a vulture,

flutters overhead
poising for the kill.


The happiest man on Earth
is the one who never lies
but then isn't a white lie 
as valuable as an ivory elephant?


Ironic how calamity succeeds a calm.
Ironic how peace is shattered by a storm.
Ironic how a truth devastates all. 


I'll take a thousand bullets for your lies
but do not speaketh the truth.


Believe what is not to be believed,
say what is not to be said,
lie where lie is not to be laid,
but speak not the truth,
come whatever may.


In the wake of Sun, 
I'll hear your voice.
In the chant of love, 
I'll speak your verse.
In the peace of a lie,
I'll shatter your truth.


So let the world delude itself 
into believing it'a kind of benefactor.
Let the silence prevail 
for today a lie is a gem.


You need balls to hear the truth
and still accept the status quo
and still believe the one you love
but you also need trust 
in your ownself before you slay other
for a truth when spoken by the liar 
is a white truth which is always 
blacker than a white lie
for that is the way of the world, my friend
live it or you shall die!

HUMANITY

So beautiful and graceful
the world has become,
economically awesome
but humanely gruesome.

Like night has to gather
like clouds have to rain
like pain has to prevail
death has to occur.

So why is there
no time for the dead
no one in the church
no one attending a cremation.

Why is this world so pretentious
nothing but a feigned caress,
a fake tear blossoming from the eye?

People talking over the dead
laughing over the very coffin
and nowhere else
but in the House of Christ itself.

Disgusting is the word
that comes to mind
when I see all these pretensions.

Is there no reason left
to cry for those
never coming back?

Has the humanity gone
like tsunami in the Indian ocean?

Is there no groping around
looking for a reason
to adjust yourself
in the absence of a beloved?

No more pain no more tears
all humans care about
is a stupid fear.

Homework not done,
boyfriend's with another girl,
an essay left undone,
physics not learnt.

Is that life?
Is that the only motive to survive?

God save this world.
In your own home
they go without a soul.
In your own lap
they climb to escape a trap.

Save this world,
no human is here
only the mutant spawn
crushing humanity,
asphyxiating rationality,
and spreading in this world
all the anti-God, anti-human spirit
so that love is executed
and in its place left behind
is nothing but an emotionless,
inhumane lie!

WHERE'S THE REASON?

Is this a lonely bush 

I do not shed a single tear

for there is not a strength to waste.

I'm not alone

for I have myself. 

I'm not lost 

because I know where I am

And where I have to go.

But in this strange array of thoughtfulness

I have lost the answer 

to the one question that matters the most.

'Who am I?'

My story has become so great

that I have become insignificant.

I'm not miserable

I've just lost my purpose.

Where the direction leads 

I just appeared at a crisscross.

I know where to go

but I can't find the reason to go.

When mind loses its trajectory

when life becomes a meaningless 3-D.

I know the answer

but not the question.

I know the code

but the quest is lost.

I know my way

but the meaning has faded away.

And no I'm not lost 

I have my senses

But no I can't win

because I don't see the reason to fight.

No I'm not alone

I have my thoughts

with a promise of sticking around forever.

I have my memories 

that will last a lifetime.

I'm not friendless

I have my imagination.

I'm not a kid 

but no I'm not mature.

I'm not dangling in mid air

my feet are firmly on the ground

But I've lost the ability to make them move.

I'm not mindless

but my mind's stopped working.

My story's become so great

that suddenly 

I find myself insignificant...