Never ending needs..

How hard can money make life? Our relationship with money is quite ambiguous. On the one side it fulfills our needs and on the other side it encourages never satiating demands. So, the whole world is in one race, the pursuit of money. I wonder how beautiful life was earlier as there was no money. People felt content. They didn’t know about anything else than their small world. The only thing that they desired was love, and food to survive. How simplistic life they were living! The advent of money has engulfed everyone in its blindfold. Where ever I see, I can find only one cause behind every deceit, betrayal, crime and misdeed. People are killing each other, betraying each other just for money. All the relations are fading and the only thing that is unprecedently glittering in everyone’s eye is money. The time that humans used to spend with each other is now spent in accumulation of wealth. This urge to become richer will someday burn the whole world.


Irredeemable loss

Dear Grandma,

It’s been five years since I lost you forever. We all knew this was an irredeemable loss which will have a resounding affect on our lives. Till date the wounds are fresh and resonate the same question in our minds, “why God took a great soul like you away from us?” You always gave me strength, you always inculcated positivity in my life. No one can ever fill the void created by your absence. The selfless love that you showered around can not be retrieved. I know your memories will always make me feel your presence, but I want to have a sigh of relief in your lap, I want to savour your food, I want to tease you, I want to relive all those moments with you..


Bitter coldness

The pervasive coldness

Withers my heart

Time and again

The efforts go in vain

Faces change

Intensifying my rage

Till when will the masks last

Till when will the notes work

Cause my heart ain’t gonna heal

The different wounds with same notes


Irredeemable loss

Today while delivering lecture on plagiarism, I realised how overdependant we are on technology. There is not even a single query that we try to resolve on our own. To rescue ourselves, we never even realise that we have brain at our side which can unravel any puzzle. Our academic skills are gravely deteriorating, we can’t even write a single piece of paper without taking any sort of help from internet. The analytical skills that humans have possessed from the aboriginal times and that have helped them to evolve are now seldom in usage. No one is realising the importance of creative writing skills. If this trend continues, soon there will be no writings which could help us to escape from this world and to transcend the domain of matter. Our soul will starve for food. We will be bereft of the artists who reflect the complexities of an age in a very subtle manner..


Never seen, never felt

I could hear her incessant cry of despair

entrapped in a room

with no one for her rescue

no one to alleviate her sorrows

many heard her painful shrieks

the screams piercing their soul

so deep were her wounds

never seen, never felt..



Sometimes everything appears tormenting. The way things combine to augment stress, leaves me in a state of utter despair. The dilemma of whether to let myself submerge or not always rings like a loud bell in my mind, taking away the peace of my mind. Each day I try to emerge out with double force but get suppressed even more gravely. All way around people come to stifle me to hell but I stay for more. The more I see, the more I want to see, the death of humanity.


RIP Humanity

We live in a country where human life has no value. Everyday a woman is raped in every part of India and the irony is that in these parts they also pray in front of Mother Durga. The height of diplomacy is that on one side they are devotees of Goddesses and on the other side they are the rapists. These people go to holy temples daily but never bother about the real abode of God, i.e. human soul. Their souls are contaminated, their eyes are full of lust, their mouths are full of abuses, their mind is full of vicious thoughts but still they go to temples and think that they have their right on God. These monsters think they are religious and go to temples and chant prayers but not even a single one of them have miniscule knowledge of what actually is written inside these holy books. They never bother to gain knowledge. For them religion is all about going to temples. The priests are the most corrupt persons and fool people by sprawling fake knowledge. They try to overpower people by creating fear of religion in their minds. But now it is high time to realise that when a girl can get raped in the most sacred place and tortured to death, then are they really sacred? Is there any holy book which justifies this inhuman action. Raping a girl just because she is Muslim is this what Hindu religion preaches. When will people stop exploiting on the name of religion. Where were the lacs of Hindu gods or any god pertaining to any religion when a small girl was getting raped brutally for eight days in a temple. Do government still needs any time to decide their punishment.