Wings of Steel!

Ever wished for a Heaven on earth? Ever wanted to be in between the birds, the flowing breeze, the endless horizon and, the ever reachable sun? It’s a desire we all cradle with, penning it down in our “Things-To-Do-Before-I-Die”, a wish to grow wings. Well, only if you promise me to purse your lips I have a secret to share with you… shush! I just fulfilled mine! *wink* If not in the very same way you imagined, but… somewhat close! How? If I were you, I would keep reading…

A Plea of the Dying

Since the age evolution struck, man has been my fondest child, and I, his ever devoted mother. I’ve rejoiced in his success, grieved in his pain, bled in his greed and was plundered by his every reign. For I have seen him unfold his secrets like the seasons reveal their shades – slowly, silently, evidently. Has it been easy? I dare not be blinded by love and agree! But has it even been easy for anyone? I think not. A mother’s heart is forever delusional, I think.

Amidst death one finds life, and amidst disparity is hope. Deceived by the charms of fate, destiny and eventuality he went beyond bounds till the time animals were now perceived to be more human than man himself. Coaxing and aspiring to become undisputed, filling spaces of emotions with superficial pride, hideous acts in the name of faith – man himself would never step back from deponing that this world is purely anthropogenic – such is the blindness of his humility. May the spirits bless his naiveté’s.

A One Man Show!

What makes the darkness inside fade? What makes you hope for the silver lining cloud? What gives you strength to stand when sadness is your only kin? What makes you breath, live, love and move on?

If nothing else, life teaches us one thing for sure. Each sunrise is different. Some are bright, some are gray and some make you wonder "why". But the bottom line remains, no matter what happens the sun does rise in the end irrespective of how bleak it's radiance may be, or how awaited it may have been.

In love we find peace, in hate, solitude. In others we find hope and in loneliness, ourselves. All these years while I grew up the world taught me humility, in theory of-course. It reasoned how pride was a sin and how the world loves you more if you lose - sympathy is a gateway to all hearts. All this never really makes sense till you host your own show and see people walk in and leave. It's then when you are left alone in the end you realize, the only one you will ever have with you is YOU - it's never a duet, no matter how much you love, no matter how much you care!