Stories

Silent winds shout outside my window
And a street light flickers in disdain
As I watch through the pale yellow
Haze that has gripped the inner mountain.

We can dive deeper for limits also have stories
The deepest, the highest, lonely from eternity
If only someone would reach beyond the mysteries
To uncover the greatest treasures of humanity.

Lightning flashes become visible now and then
Even the Gods have their own stories to tell
What happens to the wishes of the roads we take?
Even she had her share to which you should have listened.

There must be stories similar to mine,
Waiting under layers of dust; to shine
Everyone feels the storyteller's pain
What about these stories dying in vain?

Why have I decided to give society(read Facebook) a break?

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I have recently read the Shiva Trilogy. If you haven't, I would urge you to do so before scanning the article further. If you have no plans to read the books, then you may proceed. I will just be using the central idea from the novels but I would be happier if the idea gets disclosed to you through the books and not by me.

$ The flipping of the coin.

When does the greatest good turn into the greatest evil of the age? Can you identify evil? These are the questions, the thirteen hundred page long trilogy is all about.
Internet, surely is the greatest invention of this millennium with Facebook being the pinnacle of success. Unfortunately, it has also become the greatest evil of this generation. It has lent voice to every corner of the globe. Surely this is a dream come true for the founders of humanity. But nonetheless it has also opened the gateway for probably the most harmful evil of all time.
Honesty is a virtue. So is humanity. I don't know if it takes courage to be honest. Giving up what is not rightfully yours is certainly not a sacrifice! Yet, how many of us live by this virtue? But this is how the world has always been. Personal gain at expense of others has forever been a part of life. It doesn't differentiate us too much from other animals. Even if after millions of years we haven't learned the actual art of living, one is forced to wonder what was the point of the early civilisations!
So how does social networking enter the picture? Well, when you hit at the very core of the beliefs people live by, they retaliate. A social network unites the mass. So when a leader makes a silent call towards humanity, she is being criticized in union. Of course, some people know the difference between humiliation and criticism. But the mass is composed of those who are unaware of this subtlety. This results in ambush- of morals, dignity, culture and future.There used to be a time when only a little section could have had their say that would have a wide audience.

Noise, disguised as Voice can cause serious damage.

 I have left Facebook for a reason. Of course, it was the best platform for my mind to reach out. But it has been diluted beyond measure. My social circle, however small is still polarised. The minute fraction which has the capability of understanding maintains a dignified silence. I have always been expressive. But the realisation has finally dawned on me. There are classrooms and there are markets. Quoting Satyajit Ray from his film Agontuk,
 "Even Socrates used to indulge in discussions. But those were at the highest level."
It is time to organise the classrooms. Yes, I would still be as animated there as I have been in the market.
The problem is not the solution but the concentration of the solute.

Let the dawn arrive soon
For the western bank is afraid
Of the ghost of intruders,
Let the rays of the new Sun
Vapourise the mist and end
The long search for answers.

See you in the classroom.

Peace.

I would shoot you, in colour.

Why would I shoot you in black and white?
I would rather present to you the shades,
The colourful ones of your master spirit
The lens should be honest in front of a mermaid.

My eyes are not meant to see your enigma
They have a soul, nourished by beauty
And deep into you it sets a panorama
Let the whole world indulge in subtlety.

There were angels on earth
And fire,invisible through air
But they have gone into hiding
Awaiting the release of the master.

Yes, I would capture you in colour
And set you free, the way you are
I have a soft numbness in each corner
Since your eyes shot me without measure.

Those Left Unanswered

Blood dripping through the edge of my words,
I wait for the rain of dots to arrive soon
Coma, colons and exclamations call for stops
But the stops are on a highway seeking their monsoon.

I have a tight hold on this blade
For I've bled and recovered
And in this new birth of fate
The only salvation is in being heard.

I come with a million words without thinking
Funny how you ponder in search of meaning.

Poor little devils lament over Barcelona
While the others queue for a drop of elixir
And a few write columns from Tokyo to Passadena
While the rest believe in the silence of eternity.

I come with a million questions at your door
And I find myself answering as you approach the lock.