I DON’T WANT TO RESIGN!

I could have only wondered if I hadn’t asked for more. But then, this entire thing of complacent abnormalities has just kept me at bay from a lot of idiosyncrasies. Perhaps, we ought to know what we could ponder upon rather than some imperfect clause that just makes a gullible prey to today’s fathomable yet not retrievable benches. However, in spite of asking people to clearly defy their rights and duties, that of insubordination to one and unreasonably subordinative to another for the mere sake of improving favours which yield returns in future to the next past imperfect generation. It’s clearly a question of not asking people to talk about preposterous allegations openly or to convince others to understate that their power lies in the top echelons of bureaucracy and because of tenacity with sheer hard work that has raised them to this position. What more can people ask for, when the head of a party makes a treaty?

This entire insignia of Birds of the same feather flock together or just All worlds a playground and it all happens in a game is a clear indication of tyranny this democracy can confront. What more can happen if people resign? Simple: they will be cajoled first, bribed and made merry next and if this doesn’t work out (which in most cases does happen at lightning speed) then a godfather comes over and spills his magic beans. Alas! Mind convinced, heart revived, secret package delivered and old associations are so dramatically restored. I would only believe that assurance is the best of all advices. What more can I ask when I need to tender my resignation to the person above me? Oh, those uncontrolled emotions and the need to change the society is just one of those impulse biometrics that our mind seems to tackle. Now it has become all the more ME-dia oriented. I make the news, and bring dark things to light. And then my electricity bill goes for a toss for the achievement I have done. How can sensationalism make this sudden episode of helpless “breaking news”? Well… my dear reader, that’s how it is when outfits are not stitched properly or for that matter when benches are not closer to what the bar can offer!

Love - Giving and Taking

“Love is sublime”

A quote truly written with a deep thought, a perspective of one’s emotions, a feeling of care, warmth and affection and all other psychological admonishing sensitivities coined and known universally as LOVE. What is Love? The Lexicon interprets it as “deep affection or fondness.” But, many call love to be universal, and that it may appear to be surreal or vary in forms. Yet, it is a phenomenon in this world that can never ever be affected by anything and will remain to be everlasting.

Love, a four letter word is a complex terminology. Why? And the answer is vast, not measurable and intense. Parental love, brother-sister love, neighbor’s love, relative’s love, stranger’s love and so on and so forth. Each of it is unique in its own sense, totally different when it comes to terrible situations, challenges our actions and tests our patience, energizes, aspires, inspires people to do things for the sake of love. God made man or however the religious and the science theories of evolution of human kind project; one thing is for certain that we exist at least in a scarce nonchalant harmony for the simple reason that we love ourselves, others, strangers and everything else available, exploitable and harnessed. While sometimes, love happens even before we could think, more often than we rather think; it turns out to be a peculiar, closed, personal and abstract time phase of belongingness.

After these intricate details and an effort to build up the glossary of love parameters, I find that love is an experience and this experience can be given or taken. Love isn’t a tit-for-tat condition, a give and take policy that needs a memorandum of understanding unlike all our evocative bureaucrats. Nor is it a one sided affair like a road that restricts two way traffic because a white ambassador is speeding with it’s beacon light making sounds and revolving that appears like an ambulance in emergency.

Quoting one of my favorite lines from the movie The Holiday, where my darling Kate Winslet gives her opening powerful monologue “I have found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose, I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It’s called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. Oh god, just the sight of the person! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms.” Hats off to Nancy Meyers for bringing such appalling meaningful treat on love that has made this romcom a hit.

Now, let’s go back to my Love. Wouldn’t call it mutual. Invariably love as a feeling becomes personal and close. A mother’s love to her child is unique and nothing can be compared to this love; friendship is also a form of love that binds people for times, a youthful love advances from infatuation to relationship. The question arises as to if love could be measured? A big No! Why? Because it is not a physical quantity. Hello! Wasn’t love supposed to evolve from humans who are physical? Then why can’t love be measured? While some say, just like every morsel of rice or crystal of sugar can’t be counted so is love. The eternal combination and over usage of uncountable nouns right from our textbooks to emotional mother-in-law movies. That being said, love has its own exceptions. Can love be sold? Yes! In kind for sure, helping people because you love them or as Nancy Meyers says that love can also be found for the night, in my interpretation by paying, as all those helpless souls do. However, when love as an entity becomes factual i.e. people tend to utilize love for personal favors or gains then that is called opportunistic love. And contrastingly, when love becomes partial, it creates envy, jealousy and finally leads to hatred, revenge and destruction. When love grows so intense that it becomes ever so difficult to even carry out your basic activities with ease. It’s the highly distraught form… The possessive love: a dangerous one that has today becomes the cause of terrorism, wars, murders, extreme gender inequalities and other heinous crimes. While possessive love is good, exceeding its limits gives room to suspicion, lack of trust, adamancy to do things come what may; while religion, marriage, values and virtues, level of liking and the sacrifice to give care and warmth become the main contributors.

Taking love from others? Honestly, it’s as difficult as it may sound. Our brain is so complex that we at the very thought of liking something, pounce upon and grab it. And when it comes to love, we take our own leisure time to think, to analyze, and exhibit. The probing question: If love if impromptu, why is love never given back? People give and expect love and when they don’t receive the same, feel ashamed, humiliated and embarrassed and at times go to the verge of killing oneself. Be it suicide bombers in the name of religion or the martyrs of war sacrificing their lives. All for the sake of love!

People should start reciprocating to one another in a down-to-earth attitude, show care and concern to others and more importantly help your loved ones in you own small way. And doing this not only makes them happy but out of impulse expresses love. While love is felt emotionally, it is like a photo album - the reflection of memories clubbed with emotions and feelings that make us laugh, smile, cry, hug and over all send that sms or make that call or plainly write a mail. So, giving and taking love mutually exist but it’s always good to go the extra mile and give love and not expect love in return. Doing so will build up your persona in a conventional way. At the same time, have a heart to give more and remember only the good and fond memories for times to come.

Begin to give and take love because we know “Love is precious!”

Inclusions

If there were to be a certainty of how well you can define your consciousness being addicted to pleasure; it definitely does predefine the longings and cravings of those timid notions haunting you for all the wrong and right reasons. It’s not something that is uncommonly different. It’s just a matter of getting a kick at an uncertain time and makes it an inclusive thought-set. I have always been fascinated by the sheer power of how eyes can drool at an entity, an image of expression, an emotion that is predictable yet in suspense. How you can at times think that it’s better to stare than approach and demand what you wanted.

We all are surrealists and tend to stare at others, create challenges that are vivid, try to make up to things that we have lost or plainly stay put in our enclosed kingdoms for misconceptions and inhibitions. However, speaking things and doing things is different and practicalities are always countable. Even though we muster enough courage to break the usual syndromes, I don't think it's just as easy it seems. But truly, it's important to be what you Want to be and not what others want you to be/do. Such Hippocrates are a plenty but we tend to follow what others have shown just to be in their good books. That apart, idiosyncrasies do remain... nonetheless, being artistic is creative, and being surrealistic is mentally surreal-ed!

Having said that, I have survived these inclusions and still remain frantic of what I can possess and reclaim. Out of what my life is, I cannot predict as to what people can accuse or abuse one’s notions or persona because of their inability to retort back. As well, I have known this over a period of time that jealousy and hatred are complex psychic characters that have been profusely infiltrating man’s brains ever since he has become a citizen of being in the state of nature. Whatever your ideas are, leave the others to explore and transform and not rebuke at what they can’t. I have read enough of itineraries and after every one of them, exclusions and conditions apply follow suit. So I strongly believe that no matter how people include or exclude you, face that big broad smile, throw some attitude and agree to the fact that you are unique in your own way. For if there are inclusions, there are always exclusions and conditions do apply for all those seekers of conditional packaged closeness. Until then, don’t keep bragging about being outside the league but put a step forward, hit the road of societal blues and get your ball rolling as you succeed. And just as I learn, every journey is a new way of experiencing oneself and the world around. And it hardly matters if it’s with or without inclusions especially when you like what you are doing!

Cheers to the inclusive times. Au revoir!

Words not thrown at random

PROTECTION: contraceptive, rubbers…play safe.

An illusion of standing up

A decrement of false alarm
A scare, embellishment, hullabaloo
A bloom of uncertainty
A fire exit crowded and bombarded
A stampede at a sanctum sanctorum

A battalion of selflessness
A chase towards anonymity
A pursuit into the wilderness
A track dug deeper, risking consequences
A loop that beholds truth, shuffles and plays back
Knowledge, wittiness and greed fill the hemisphere

Impulse, momentum and torque
No more a physics lecture
A synonym irreplaceable with metaphors of distrust
A blink that rediscovers immunity
A transmission that creates transgressions
A chastity of vengeance, motivation a new definition
Adversity, catastrophe and literature with hidden meanings
Provide choice, a liberty and a sense of nonsense

A code of conduct that is never met
A rule of goodness that is matted out
A slogan that creates publicity with no action
A cinema of gory, a motion of trouble, an aperture of combat
A photograph of remembrance, an introduction of population
The sterilized manicure with no pedicure
A touché, a sayonara, a namaskar

In the name of the ambassador
To the verdict of criticism
For the writings of blind pens
An ink of protection, a thumb print of agitation
An election of perseverance, an edge of simplification
A word, phrase and a sentence; an idiom, an antonym and morose behavior
Pure trance, pure poorness, pure mixture
Gullibility once reckoned, never changed

Thinking of those innate moments,
A memento of re incarnation
A revision of chapter
A rework on magic
The unholiness of surrogacy that inspires aspires and respires!
A determination that beats talents and dynamites minds…delusion unified!

candle lights are not in proportion to watts

DESPERATION: the status of ejection

An act of poison

A slurp of desire
A thirst to eternity
A revelation of equity
A mindset of pestilence
A journey towards accomplishment
A massacre to the desperation of challenges

Attrition of situation
Helplessness of indecency
Lameness to false humor
Backbite to live the moment
Inebriated labor to feed the folks
Services that promise false currency
Empathy, sympathy and insane arrogance that juveniles diminutive souls
Entity that creates obedience

A fear to speak the truth
A perfect ness that doesn’t seem to justice
A gullibility that takes over the ownership
A little hope that destroys mild possibility
Blackness that apartheids the convincing part
Commitment, protests and struggles that meager homes
Love that becomes inevitable due to suspicion
Couple broken in synergy; admonishing, baptizing, foreplay

The frottage of emotions
The cynosure of snaffling
The enigma of orator
The habitat of freezing dungeon
The shackles of unbreakable torture
The eye of advertisement gimbals
The graduation certificates that involve 10 crucial rounds
The new attire that exhibits crevices unseen

A worship that devotes nothing
A war that crimsons lives
A nation uprising to turmoil
A cabinet of intelligence in drain
A life of white collar job
A retirement with pride
A strength that is broken, embarrassed, humiliated

A year sentenced to confinement
A burglary of mind, etiquettes and discipline
A throttle that never ends and looks surprising
A cliché resume that symbolizes performance
Desperation to be real, live and existing

Not to mention the mediocre brains that changes the face of path…
A carnival of weak that shed tears,
A tear in wounds, an attraction melted in our own hands… be the judge!

Near Far

Distant dreams

By the pier I stood and watch the ship sail away;
By the waves my thoughts drifted
By the breeze my feelings strived to explore
My innocence knew no bounds
Making me rediscovering my ancestors proclamation

When the masts sail, I trembled for the pirates
When the anchor was pulled, I scared for the sharks
When salmon was noticed, I felt excited for gold
When the blue water shadowed, I looked for the albatross
Sea sickness drenched my soul like an angel in a dungeon

Can the creep of the wind be less astounding?
Can the little rumble create a tempest?
Can the purple haze testify the serene blanket?
Can the little umbrella keep me from the testimonies of life?
Can the sudden ceasefire make me a new person?

There is no caress, there is no feeling
There is no strength, there is no valor
There is no bigamy, there is no divorce
There is no possessiveness, there is no cherishing
There is doubt, and it is passive

Society can never consume, but explode
The lanterns run out of oil, recreate forest fire
The water turns green, with peril of penance
The creativity subsidizes, with the erosion of mind
Its dangerous, a threat and a chance to venture

By the streams of ocean, does a river make its journey
By the spectrum of horizon, the zenith plaster
By the jinx of voodoo, the eyes strangle
Darkness and evil never lie nor sleep
They jeopardize, they retreat, they engulf

Can my melted heart be broken?
Can my scented life, blow fresh breath?
Can I respire to a few counts?
Can I step up to be what I am?
Can I get out of the boundaries, and the home principles?

The odyssey has been created, revamped
Self, Conscious, Soul, Mind,
All are at stake, welfare at the cost
Epic stays, future lives

surpassing teenage mind

MIRACLES OF MYSTERY

Was Solomon treasure a fact?
Was goliath a gigantic man?
Was Samson a hair advert?
Was Moses a true believer?
Was intercourse a sin by an adulteress?
Was the mystery of miracle a true possession of vision?

Is blood the red vine?
Is rain the crystal stalk?
Is honey a metaphor?
Was birthday a rebirth?
Was construction a permanent disaster?

Was crying a true disguise?
Was pain a real pleasure?
Was paper a life giver?
Was food a time survival?
Was death a life massacre?
Were you a true nuisance?

Was satisfaction a true bliss?
Was betrayal a right attitude?
Was floor the best ground?
Was nature a book animation?
Were doors an eye opener?
Were legs a broken ligament?

Was message a symptom?
Was disease a taboo?
Was knowledge a creation?
Was mind a delusion?
Was click the right snap?
Was leaf a green chloroplast?
Were sperms the ova saver?

Was time a constant constraint?
Was scent a nasal touch?
Was life a commotion?
Was air an amalgamation?
Was sex an exhaust sleep?
Was masturbation the teen trance?
Was miracle a truth?
Was mystery an answer to all questions?
Did I write it or was it a mystery?
Who knows? As long as you live people live
That’s a human and that’s a soul