Friday, January 19, 2018

I feel infinite


It’s the stars, and my scars
that steal the light, heal the heart.
It’s all there is
It’s all I am
I feel infinite.

It’s neither the sky, nor my eyes
that’s raining or draining me of life.
It’s all love in the world there is
It’s all me.
I feel infinite.

Where’s the string, and the ring
that brings me peace and brings together my pieces?
Music is all there is
It’s all I listen.
It’s all I am.
I feel infinite.

Oh dear God! What is love,
on this earth and up above?
Faith is all there is
It’s who I am
It’s all me.

I feel infinite.

Friday, January 5, 2018

It's Different


It’s different
how the world looks at you
when you don’t play
by their rules.
It doesn’t let you stay
sane amongst the fools.

It’s different
how the world works.
When you work hard
to survive,
it stops working out
for you.

It’s different
what the world makes you do
when you’re all alone.
You either become an obstacle
or a stepping stone.

It’s different
what the world gives you
when you make it big.
You lose something great,
yet call it an achievement.


It’s different
what the world teaches you
when you think
you know it all.
You learn to fly high,
yet struggle to even crawl.

Before and after science: Vital signs of a fallen world


 It’s not easy living in a world where colours differentiate between good and bad. It’s hard to live in an era that defines you by your colour, caste, creed even after 70 years of its independence. Though we proclaim ourselves to be one of the most developed countries, but deep inside, we are still that hungry old vulture craving for dead meat. Science and economy might say that we would be a superpower by the end of the year 2020. Even our former President of India, urged the whole country to spread our wings and set it on fire, but in a metaphorical way. But, we are a sensitive breed. We take things in its literal sense and we take offense easily. Because, we have nothing better to do, right?
Science evolved through ages and we went from tablets to laser treatments, but our ideologies on religion, caste and sub-caste, and their sub-sub-caste have become fragile than ever before. The country has done great deeds as far as scientific explorations are concerned. They have reached the moon; even crossed it and landed on Mars. But, the reason we are creating a religious apocalypse on our land, is because of our thinking. I may not be an expert in educating people about religious doctrines. I may not know the intricacies of any caste, why and how they were created. But, one thing I do know for sure, and the whole world knows, is that, the world won’t develop if there’s peace. Chaos is the fuel for progress. Even if an artist wants to create a masterpiece, he/she has to disrupt the creative thinking process in order to design something extraordinarily magnificent. This ideology doesn’t apply to politics. It doesn’t appreciate beauty of positive vibes. The reason we still lack behind is simple – we don’t let science decide our religious inclination. We have to accept what we are and that’s getting difficult in these days too. Why do we succumb to easy violence? There are some vital signs that show us that we are living in a fallen world –

We are easily offended
It is not that we are weak, but it is our sentiments. It’s the same analogy that says, “People don’t kill, guns do.” We are a country with population that has given the Americans and British, a decade full of nightmares when it comes to employment. On the contrary, we also hoard a population that doesn’t have any jobs or have chosen not to work at all. Reason – they get handsomely paid for leading some of the most controversial protests and dig for content online and offline from where offense can be taken easily. And who pays for creating this entire ruckus? YEAH! You got it right!

We are a greedy, insecure breed
No matter who runs the business, who runs the nation, or who runs the world, everyone thinks that they could have done it better, if they had a chance. It’s not the position they are interested in, but it’s the greed for the perks attached to it. Nobody wants to develop a village and bring it at par to the metropolitan cities. Instead, they invest millions and billions in developing a city that’s already developed. For instance, Mumbai had local trains functioning perfectly well. The introduction of Metro did lessen the burden on local commuters. But, so did BEST; and monorail. The authorities might have their own reasons to justify their investments. But, did it do any good? The stampede at Elphinstone Road Station is just an example of what really the authorities care.

Creativity has no value
There was once a man who made an impact by protesting differently. He chose non-violence. I wouldn’t say he became the “Father of our Nation” for his creative approach, but I appreciate the creativity he chose to implement. I there were more creative ways to protest. Blocking the roads, torching public and private transport, and causing inexplicable hindrances to public in general, have seriously become a passé. And even if someone tried to conduct a ‘peaceful protest’, authorities would just laugh it off and treat it as a joke. Why do you think stand-up comedians these days are jailed more often than any corrupt politicians or government officials? (Read vital sign #1) Their lack of creative understanding hangs on one side of the poetic justice. On the other side, is the brain-dead justice system performing a ballad of war-cry. The Censor Board bans every movie that points out the loopholes in our country and promotes movies that films maximum cleavages. When the Censor Board Chief was taken over by a person who was eponymous to creativity, the whole country had high hopes that the future of Indian Cinema was about to change, but in the end, even he turned out to be an upscale Pahlaj Nihlani (statement copied from a tweet).

There is no life
Whether it’s about the safety of women, roaming at night (or their freedom to do so), or safety of children going to school, or even about elders going on a pilgrimage - None of them have a choice to live their life freely. The male-dominated society has very little to offer to the safety of women. It is always the women’s fault for being born a woman. The misogyny in this country has no end because we all want our sons to carry the name of the family forward. But, if their son’s sexual orientation is not in place, he dies too. Every old-mentality person in the country who rules the constituency; the chair; and the rulebook, has to go. Only then, there will be change. The country with the second largest population in the world is shy to utter the word - SEX in front of their children. That’s where the education system takes a colossal descent. They skip the “Life Process” chapter from text books. “How do we pay our taxes” is not part of our curriculum, but “How to draw a rhombus” is. When these children grow up, they will become a flagrant generation full of misinformation or a curious breed that’s hungry for sex. In the race to make our children hip, well-versed with the trends on social media, we lose on feeding them with family values and keeping them in tandem with the harsh reality of the world. Either way, we are at a tremendous loss – the serial rapes led to the loss of faith in humanity, the education system led to the loss of childhood and most of all; the loss of respect for elders. Because, in the end, they are the reason for us to become what we are today, right?

After everything that has happened in the past, and everything that’s happening today, one thing is crystal clear. No amount of scientific explorations can find a cure for the chaos caused by religious outfits. Religion, in itself has its own atmosphere. People living in that planet, eat, live and breathe the air of ignorance. Change is something allergic to their system and talking to them about logical progress is Greek and Latin. On a lighter note, there are people in this world who can even speak Greek and Latin, literally.


Finally we are no one


The air is getting warm,
the breaths, heavy.
Is this the end
or the beginning
of my melancholy?
The words have begun to fade,
I hear footsteps over my head.
Is this the soil where I was born?
Or is it where I am going next?
Oh! It’s the tears watering the rose.
It’s quite close,
to what I think is death.
Life is the most beautiful,
at the end,
I suppose.
Because, that’s when we are
everything or nothing.
Silence never felt so awesome.
The abyss never felt so complete,
What are we without a little emptiness?
What are we, without pain?
We maybe mortal and soulful, but
finally we are no one.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

I see land


It was sunrise, I saw the dawn
of my days in time.
I was engulfed in the rays
of timeless joy.
Oh Boy! What a sight
of the effulgent light.
Bring on the storm,
throw in some thunder.
Deep down under,
I will still be warm
and giving.
Oh Dear! What a sight,
it’s such a kaleidoscopic night.
The stars are aligned,
to tell a story to unwind
the souls of the angels.
Here’s to the journey,
of the unknown,
together or alone,
this baby won’t sink,
into the heart of the ocean.
Life is precious and here I am,
singing, dancing,
and loving it with all my heart.
Menacing, yet meandering, the depths,
I find the way, and it finds beauty.
Through your lens,
I see the hand
that’s steering me to destiny.
I see the sea
understands,
the struggle of a broken heart,
I can now clearly see the seagulls,
singing to the beat of my pulse.
It’s the land,
of spirits,
of surreal souls,
I see it all.
I see land.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Not my best friend



Dear Bangalore,
I don’t think I like you anymore
I hoped you would embrace me,
tightly in your arms,
but you suffocated me to the core.
Oh Bangalore! I don’t like you anymore.

I thought you’d let me breathe!
I hoped you would make me feel at home,
at my home,
but you left me alone at my door.
Oh Bangalore! I don’t like you anymore.

I thought you’d be by my side,
In my good times and bad,
but it was my bad
I didn’t know you kept scores,
Oh Bangalore! I don’t like you anymore.

(to which, Bangalore says -)

Dear Ameet,
I don’t think I like you anyway,
You came here as a guest,
and you left one fine day,
Oh Ameet! I don’t like you anyway!

You thought you’re special,
but there are millions like you,
who are here to stay,
Go away Ameet, I don’t like you anyway!

You felt I’d hug you and welcome you home,
Didn’t you know? You were living in an ashtray!
Hey Ameet! I don’t like you anyway!

No Gods can save us from going away,
It has to be this way,
If you wish, you can pray,
I maybe the one who betrays, but here’s the thing –
I don’t like you anyway!
Oh Ameet! While you’re leaving, please be okay!

Monday, August 28, 2017

Waiting for a miracle


The mirage isn’t real, the moon isn’t near,
the hope, probably feeble, and life, certainly terse.
A verse, has to be written
to tell a story.
Because this fairy tale, is getting gory.
You wished for a smile,
and walked through the isle,
you wished for the reveries to come true.
A fine friend, you expected.
A flawed foe, and a marred knot,
you got.
While I hopefully craved for the dawn,
you eclipsed into despair
with a resentful scorn.
Emotions began to take turns
on the weighing scale.
My pains versus yours,
versus our trust getting frail.
Giving up may not be your forte,
and winning may not be mine.
Deprived and devoid of love,
we live together,
waiting for tides to change,
waiting for a sign from Above,
waiting for the impossible,
waiting for a miracle.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Shocking Similarity Between Dunkirk & The Prestige

In every Christopher Nolan movie, it is very difficult to crack the Easter eggs in one go. But, here in just one attempt after watching his latest war epic – Dunkirk, I was able to draw one shocking similarity to “The Prestige”. Eager to know what it is, right? Here goes –




There is a scene in Dunkirk which shows the helmets of the deceased soldiers lying on the beach, just like Robert Angier’s hats lying in the forest. Though I felt it was a mere coincidence, but both being Nolan’s masterpiece movies, I couldn’t help but notice this huge similarity. Nolan might have done it intentionally to connect the fact that such an evacuation was nothing less than magic, or a miracle (also called as Miracle of Dunkirk).

Like The Prestige, Dunkirk too plays in three parts. For those who do not know the three parts of The Prestige they are - The Pledge, The Turn & The Prestige. Without giving out any major spoilers for those who haven’t watched, the three parts of Dunkirk is divided into timelines from three different perspectives. That’s all I can give for now. And if you are from the lot of people who haven’t watched any Christopher Nolan movies, please don’t sweat it out. Dunkirk won’t compel you to apply your minds. It simply tugs the deepest corners of your heart with its raw emotions and soul-stirring music by Hans Zimmer.


Nolan never fails to amaze you and this just gets more interesting from here. Maybe there are many more references that are hidden in Dunkirk. Maybe he has hidden Michael Caine somewhere (as a voiceover on some radio). We just have to watch it over and over again, which is a common practice for every Nolan fan.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The battle within: Why do we need our demons?

Let’s face it. Every once in a while we’ve come across situations in life which either annihilates us or glorifies us. Nonetheless, they have been our moments and we can’t get rid of them even after we’re buried. They might die with us, but they will live on forever in the ones who has shared our lives – father, mother, brother, sister, wife, children, friends... everyone. In short, our secrets are never ours to keep. You had a fight with your friend, you tell your sibling. You had a fight with family, you tell your best friend. You had a bad day at work, you tell your other half. Not every secret might be worth sharing, but if it’s killing you inside, you share it anyway and see what it does. If it dies when shared, it proves that your partner is mature enough to see past it and embrace you for what you are now. If your secret grows from being a dark entity to a monstrous mistake, it means you shouldn’t have let it out in the first place.
That’s the flipside of every relationship. There are some monsters inside you which not everyone can bravely face. It would haunt their memories and taint your relationship for life. These are the battles you should fight for yourself no matter how much you love your other half. Because you may be strong enough to survive the aftermath, but your partner may not. Your partner must be struggling to either get rid of his/her own demons, or make peace with it. Whatsoever, those demons inside will never leave. You see, it is like this! If you are determined to be cynical and sceptical, the demons will enjoy being with you. It’s not your fault that you are negatively inspired. Maybe that’s how you’ve learnt to fight your battles. You feel so obsessed with winning that you never realise what your inner demon is doing with your soul. Sometimes, you have to lose to find yourself and all artists and the poets tell you the same story. There is a thin line between ego and self-respect and most of the times the lines are blurred. We end up massaging our ego in the name of keeping up to our self-respect. But we will realise it only when we lose something or someone that we value the most. Until then, whatever we say or do just seems too whimsical or exaggerated.
When it comes to living with someone who’s totally new to your life, the first and foremost rule is reciprocation of everything. Nobody in a relationship is willing to surrender themselves completely at the mercy of the significant other. If you have been living your life a certain way for a couple of decades, you are bound to live it likewise even after. What matters the most in a relationship is compatibility. How flexible we are to adjust with someone’s family, friends, behaviours, lifestyle and emotions. Expectations will be plenty from both sides. And they have to be met by both. “Why should I change?” is the killer in every relationship. If your demon realises that you are willing to let it go, it will never leave you. It will fill you with all sorts of negativity and make you the worst possible being. But, is that your fault that you’re weak enough to terminate it from your mind? May be it is your fault. Are you willing to accept it? Maybe not! Well, faith is something man-made. God didn’t put it inside us. If it was, we’d all have it as standard equipment built into our soul system. Faith comes from the acceptance of what we are! It stays with us with the thought that whatever we are, good or bad, if we can change it to be happy from within. It will leave you when you are blinded by agonies with expiry date. You don’t see that it’s all temporary.
Imagine you “adjust” to change and even live with it for the rest of your life. Do you think the demon has left you? NO! You have conditioned your demon in a way that it comes out only when you need it. The demon becomes your slave and not the other way round. You start to live for what’s in front of you rather than what you imagined it to be. You start to make room for more memories in your heart instead of miseries. You become a lively human being with a heart full of love instead of someone who despises every breath you take. In a way, it is your demon that will live with you till the end of you. All the people around will eventually vanish. All the emotions will gradually fade away. But, as long as you’re alive, you will make the people around you feel worthy of themselves for having a gem of a person like you in their mediocre life.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Time as a Creator


It’s divine, how our souls meet
It is the confluence of worlds,
the most vividly dreams.
It’s heavenly, how our smile screams.
Not for a moment, not for a second,
we wish to be away.
A lifetime is just a day,
and that’s not all.
It’s powerful, how timeless our love stays.
Let the scars heal, let me feel,
your love, unbound by frets,
let us live with no regrets.
It’s lovely, how our emotions unveil.
Because time is the cure,
with your madness so pure,
chaos now has a beauty,
and time as a Creator,
has done its duty.
It’s beautiful, how our lives endure.