A lot of questions; elementary but probably unanswerable…
Why is it, that,
Caste ridden society can never progress
Yet no society has known to be sans-caste?
Why is it, that,
A man is tongue tied seeing his beloved
When they are meant to chit-chat for eternity?
Why is it, that,
Men need borders to keep organized
Whilst the heart roams scot-free?
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I only wish these masterminds, spend their time and effort on something worthwhile!
The word sums it all up, I guess. An unfortunate and unforeseen force, created by the arms race; there is no stopping it now for it spreads its stink all directions. A modern day terrorist need not be a bearded man with Arab clothing and a Kalashnikov. Of course such silhouettes still exist, but like any group with extreme intentions they are learning the act of survival.
You meet Sam at the XY airport – a guy who looks handsome, intelligent, well learned, and well mannered and most importantly can look straight into your eyes while striking a conversation. He has to board his plane and departs in haste and quickly blows the plane to smithereens!
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And the puppets continue to believe they are the masters of themselves…
The puppets dangle from the strings,
The puppets are here to dance,
Moving to every little movement
The puppeteer decides to make.
The puppeteer swings a thread,
Cuts another, and entwines two in one;
The puppets know not what is next,
For, there are no rules to this game.
They have no senses, but believe they do,
For the puppeteer is a master at this play.
To think with one end and survive with another,
That’s all there is to this silly little game!
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Are we confining ourselves by tormenting our minds to always think about the most inevitable concept of any life?
Human beings are such strange little creatures. They are so very easily cheated by the twin phenomenon of birth and death. They laugh and celebrate birth, cry and despise death. They feel so very safe in their tiny little shelters which they call as their home.
And they try to live a journey in between the cunning twin siblings – a journey which they so affectionately coin as life; a life which they manage to clutter, with morals, values and relationships.
And they are so very confident that these set of moral rules will lead them to the immortal hand which has forged them. Ha! I really don’t think the so called god would have had the same thing in mind when these humans were pushed down from heaven or whichever higher altar it may be.
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Call it karma or fate some feelings turn out to be truly inevitable and gross realities as is in this story!
“What is your problem with fire?” asked Shyam.
“Nothing man, really!” Guna tried to lie to his friend.
“Cut the crap, will you? Anyone could notice you were not so very comfortable during the festival.” said Shyam referring to the Bhogi which was a day back.
“Okay. I’ll tell you, but promise me you won’t ever blurt it to anyone else. Will you?”
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My first story; an attempt at ‘twist’ing the tale 😀
Just a thought which occurred to me while going through a magazine which described the killing of thousands of Fowls during the Bird Flu attack…
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