Amidst the horizon of the dead..

And then there was this night, when the clock struck twelve for the first time.
There beat the hollow of the day, what the sunshine could not fade.

Skies violet and the twilight, red.
No there is no place for faith.

The bats are off to dens, there will be another moment again.
Incubus of the dark,
appear also when the mind is lurking in the past.

Can I hear a Hallelujah ?
Can I hear an Amen?

Can I know how many have been tormented by evil?
Can I see the marks you have put on your spirit?

As the filth rises, they come in with their foul stench.
From the alleys of the conduit,
That were shut and sealed.

Do you feel what I am saying?
Do you know who haunt,
Its not the dead but the ones who rise with dawn,
and we call it human.

If there is care, its for the flesh,
If there is love,
There is absence of love.
And that is why the bells toll…far amidst the horizon of the dead…


A box.

There is a box.
It feels, what it says.
Thinks, and acts,
Perceives, what it adapts.

This box is here.
But there isn’t a time, or a duration.
It has sensors,
It hears what is said,
Imbibes what is seen,
Accumulates what it notices.

A gift was once passed down to what couldn’t be contained in one,
One box.
The box couldn’t be rigid,
Neither too flexible.
It was made to stand.
Stand on itself,
On the wind and rain,
Or the hail and sunshine.

The box, traveled far off places,
To distant lands,
It heard, saw, spoke, it acquired.

Then the box was changed but set forth for the same journey.
The box continued but never came back to the start.
The box never even hit a finish line.
It reverted in a new cover, all the time.
And each time, no one knew what it was,
How it was.
No one was there.
Every one was new too.

Trust yourself

Do you know how important is it for you to trust yourself?
They judge you,
They slander you,
Censure you and humiliate you,
Because they think they know you.
Fret not, darlings, this is not the end.

You stand tall.

You know why?
Because you are brave.
From the vena cava to the cerebellum, if there is a thought that tells you otherwise,
recall darlings, those are just reflections,
Those are what people fed you up with,
Their insecurities, their guilt, their fear, their failures.
They are the reflection that you hear in the dark,
They are the ones who tell you to fear the dark.
They are the demons you hear inside of you
No, darlings, there is nothing wrong with you.

They mistake strength for weakness,
Help for love,and kindness for hypocrisy,
Achievements they have not.
Success they worry not.
Ambition they want not.

Cynicism is not in you,
Cynicism is what they feed you.
Take it out,
Take it out.
See, oh go and see the world.
The ones who have not are the ones telling you to.
But darlings, listen to those who have come out of struggle,

Listen to those who have a clear mind,
Listen to those who know and do not confuse you.
This is your life.
People will bring you down.
They will tell what they know,
What they think is right.
But you don’t need them.
This is your story and no one knows this better than you.

Don’t be afraid to pause,
Seek help when you need to,
Take a detour,
Be Brave.
Have Courage,

Don’t forget to be kind
But above all trust yourself.
You can fight these demons.
Trust yourself, darlings.

These are just my thoughts, though….

Is it not strange that nowadays a selfie would reach hundreds of people and turn up with “likes” and an honest note or a plead does not work unless there is emotional manipulation or blackmail involved, fear of God generated or fear of loss instilled?
Then what is the purpose, the idea? Just getting things done through fear? Does that mean religion is used as a tool in many instances? I am not cynical. I have had assumptions about things. Every time I think of something apprehensive or debatable to me, I think of my Boss. He has given me a very good advice. He told me that there is a wall, a wall of cynicism, doubt and debate. What is needed is a hammer and a nail and a strong hammering through to the wall till it breaks open and I see, that there is a world out there that does not function in the way our perceptions, outlined with doubts do. They just function. May be on belief, faith, hope or they just do. JUST DO.


This idea has brought my mind to such a state that I am at peace, I have my head on my shoulder and the filtering of negativity that I had already done, achieved a solid ground, assurance.

I could have never thought that what I think of, the ideas and my idiosyncrasy is not all idiotic but just roughly finished, it just needs a smooth finishing.
I have a close friend who often shuns my thoughts, calls me immature and does such tiny things that are normal to him but those which hurt or have hurt my self-esteem. Trying to redeem it has been very difficult for me to do alone.
I have met people who have gone through differences in their relationships and I have seen them from close. It is hurtful to now know how it actually made them feel, when I have to walk that mile myself.

I don’t know what hurts more. The idea of what you think you deserve or the inability to achieve what you know you rightfully deserve? Living in a limbo, inability to decide if you should stay or go, confusion between love and gratefulness. This is the dilemma of today and for most of us, everyday.


I am also struggling with the major issue of non-vegetarianism versus vegetarianism. For me it is not just limited to food preferences. In spite of what might people might say, they might think it is natural and it is the way of life. My prime concern lies only in seeing an animal die, seeing an animal being slaughtered, seeing violence, bloodshed, disappearance of humanity.
My friends say they are not the ones doing the killing. It comes packed and all they do is prepare and eat. I do not know how to approach this thought. The first sentence itself is colored with selfishness, that it compels me to judge them out and out. I judge on the basis of their kindness, if they cannot be kind to a speechless being based on love and understanding, how can they understand what love is at all? Other, how can they even love when they cannot go beyond their taste buds to a little down below to their hearts which is just above their stomachs.
Okay, they do not kill. What does that mean? Does that mean they are okay with someone taking the responsibility of doing the murder? Or does that mean they know deep inside that it is not okay for them to kill someone but they would cook their guilt and conscience with their sauce and gravy.

Does that also imply that they don’t like violence but don’t mind if somebody did it for them so that it satisfied their appetite? Does that mean war is okay as long as they are not the ones getting killed? Does that justify war at Gaza strip, the oil crisis, ISIS? It must be okay as long as we are not the ones suffering. Do we forget, we are the we, we are the society, we are the world.

How come people don’t want to consider this at all?


Do you have a wife, husband, son, daughter, parents, somebody you love at home?

Do you believe in God, science, energy, Universe, somebody you revere?

Do you know what love is?

If you see God and follow God’s words, if you worship somebody, I am assuming, worship is the highest form of respect because you marvel at God’s generosity, beauty, dichotomy, security etc. I am also hoping it is for gratitude than supplication. If you really worship God how come you can’t see Him/Her in everything, because Him/Her is the source, isn’t it?

But these are just my thoughts.

Good night. Don’t forget to let me know about how you feel.xx

It is?

Okay my dear friends, I have a two liner for you.
Think about this and let me know your thought, okay?

What could this be?

“A poor man’s ease,
A rich man’s tease?”

Drop in your thoughts. Cheers!