Happy Holidays Readers! Have a good one.  

WHY I? WHY HERE? WHY NOW?

My English Sir once gave us a special thinking task which made me sleepless and confused for quite some time. The task was only three simple questions, or as I call, the three Ws – Why I? Why Here? Why Now?

Why I – Why was I born? Why couldn't it be someone else? Why am I born to my parent? Why couldn't it be someone else?

Why Here – Why was I born here? Why wasn't I born in America or Somalia? Why wasn't I born as a human and not as a bird? Why here, in this solar system, in this universe. Is there another version of me in the parallel universe that is asking the same question or has found the answers to these questions?

Why Now - Why was I born at this period of time? Why wasn't I born during the Stone Age or the ice age? Will I be born again in the future where the world is awaiting for its last generation?

I spent that entire night looking for the answer. I didn't dare touch the internet as I knew I would just end up searching for movie names. Sir also told us that these are the questions we have to ask ourselves every day until we find an answer. And I think I have found an explanation which I am satisfied with.

Maybe we all are born in this period, the twenty first century where mankind is ruled by technology, to serve a purpose. If Stephen Hawking had born in the Stone Age or ice age, would he have contributed to physics as he has done and is doing now? We all are born to do something meaningful, something that has a purpose, and something that has an effect on someone else. The place where we are living is the place that will be affected by our actions. The time period in which we live will be affected by our actions. In short, whatever we do, it is all affected by the world. We all are born to serve a purpose. For some, that purpose has passed, for some that purpose is yet to come. All we have to do is stay, find the purpose and do it perfectly. So every day, ask the three Ws. Why I, Why here, Why now.

This is just merely my opinion and my answer. No answer can satisfy a mind unless the answer rises from ones own mind. So every day, ask the three Ws. Why I, Why here, Why now. I'm sure that the answer will give your life a new meaning. 

FROM ONE HUMAN TO ANOTHER

Dear reader,

This week, I’m not posting a short story or a poem. This week, I’m not sharing my imagination. This week, I’m sharing my thoughts with you. It is with great pain yet with determination I write these words, not only for me, but for you all.

Nearly hundred and fifty dreams crushed, stopped smiling, and faced real fear. We share not only a border with them, but our souls, as we stand united and see this terrible phase. The incident that occurred in Pakistan recently itself writes a new chapter in the history. This incident itself rises as a question mark for the whole world, is Islam really cruel and ruthless?

I for one, disagree with this as I have my own reasons. Maybe the ones behind this incident didn't follow their Holy Book after all. Maybe they all did this in the name of ‘Sacrifice for God’. But was it all necessary? Mothers cried, blood was shed, screams roared around everywhere. But was it worth the idea of ‘sacrifice’?

In this tough time, I pray for the souls that left us. Be it Pakistani or Indian, we all are humans and this division was created by us, and we ourselves are destroying everything. Remember, everything around us is not ours. We are just invaders of a planet that support life. We own nothing. So, we have no right to destroy anything, let alone a human life.

There is still time for a change. As Mahatma Gandhi said, “Be the change you want to see in the world.” So stand united, forget religion and all barriers fight against this, and pray for the lost soul.

Yours Faithfully,

A human being.

P.S: If I have hurt anyone’s feelings, I kindly apologise. 

THE FINAL ACT.

Title by: Achyuth.

This is the time of your life
This is the night where you shine
Beneath the dais of the royals
Before the ones of your kind.

This is your doomsday
This is your final act
Shed out your fears, hold in your tears
Act out your heart, like a normal day.

Run off the stage, into the hands
Of the ones that raised you
Escape the town, your love and your home
Into the darkness, the hands of strangers.

Hold out your palms
Catch your fate
For fate is a ruthless monster
Live, if you like it
Leave, if you love it.

 BEFORE YOU GO

From my heart, to yours. Enjoy. 

Thee shall slip into the moonlight

Thee shall hold your loved ones close

For this night be the last one

Or the beginning of a new era.

Thee shall gaze into the midnight

Thee shall count the stars

For this might be your last sight

Of the infinite world.

Thee shall speak out the words

That clings on to your tongue

For this might be your last speech

That the world might ever hear.

Thee shall let go of your fears

Thee shall lash out your tears

For this might be your last ever chance

To let go of everything you have 

THE LAST LEAP

The man behind the title, as usual, Achyuth. No words can describe how grateful I am. :) 

In the darkness of the night
By the lone water side
She held her head high
Holding a book
That earned some looks
From the ones that were uncouth

Under the gleam of the night sky
beneath the mankind
She held her book high
Showing it to the lost souls
The ones that were well read

Beside the shore
Feeling the rage
She glanced at the river
Who gazed back with regret
Knowing what it awaited in a moment

Binding the book with love
promises and what not,
she leaped to the right
where the river shed tears
catching another soul
Prey to the society
Gift for the heavens. 

SEE YOU SOON.

I have been everywhere

 On the face of the kind

 On the face of the blind

 I help people let go of their feelings

By making myself roll down their chin

I have been up there all day

Waiting to come down

 and meet my loved ones

As I sway down I meet them

Strangers of mine

But the same kind as mine

 We talk for some time

 And finally reaches the land

Some of us part ways

But some of us stick together

 We flow through path and soil,

 Sticks and stones, dirt and bones

 I still hold onto my loved one

 As we flow down the hill

Then I see a place

Where we have to part our ways

 I prepare myself to say goodbye

 Hoping to meet again.

And to feel that joy again.

To enjoy the feeling of holding hands,

 and sneaking a mere glance.