You are still the one…

 You are still the password of my laptop,

Thinking of you still make my eyes bright,

My b’ful day still starts with you,

With you I call it a night…

My lips pronounce your name with care,

My fingers still yearn to run through your hair,

My toes still write your name in the sand,

My face still misses the touch of your hair strand,

I still don’t believe that it is true,

The only one who didn’t understand me, t’was you,

Was I an idiot, or was it your cute stupidity,

But it was always you I wanted till eternity,

Think, my dear, of those lovely moments,

Remember, it was just you and I that in them,

Our intimacy was divine, our luv pure,

Then why the hell did we break up for sure?

I kneel on one knee, my head is bowed,

You are still the one I seek from the crowd,

My heart whispers a silent sigh,

Its still you I need, and my hopes are high,  

My dream you are, my horizon you,

My breath is short, my words are few,

You are still the one I worship, Yea; its true,

My luv you are, my life you…

Terrorism; for all it is...

They murder our hopes, instill fear in our hearts, rape our supposedly bright future, and manage to
get away with it, thanks to the religious sentiments flared in their speeches and dead militants being
portrayed as legends. Who says that dead men don’t tell tales; well they shout the word of terror and
themselves rest in graves while the public still struggling to get on with their own life face grave dangers
of never returning home.

Humanity begun by war against nature to survive the cold and rain, the struggle continued when
kingdoms were formed, and today the war is against the fellow brother. Terrorism is not limited to the
bomb blasts and mass killing; it starts at the tender age when a tiny heart is terrorized by glares of a
mother during toilet training, and it continues in form of bullies at school. What we know of the terrorist
activities is the much later form, when there is lack of education and/or veteran approach towards
brain-washing. Religion is often used as a tool here, and sentiments are deliberately hurt to portray the
rest of the world as an enemy, and the only word taught is ‘kill’…

I venture out of home and receive multiple calls about my whereabouts, I cross my child’s school gate
to ensure the institution is still safe, and I return home as a triumphant warrior, who has survived yet
another day of a possible RDX attack. It’s not safe to let my young son go to the community park swings,
it’s not safe for my daughter to stir outdoors when the sun has resigned for the day, its not safe for my
lovely wife to wear her favorite neck-piece I bought her for our last anniversary, and yes, I am forbidden
to visit crowded markets.

The war is not against the militant groups, neither is it against the independent small time crooks, the
eternal war wages inside us, that we cannot finish off this serpent of terrorism, and that we cannot do
away with its roots, bribery and corruption being the chief among them.

For once, let us understand, terrorism knows no sympathy, it has no mercy on children or the aged, and
above all, it has no religion. The so-called protagonists of terrorism are not the God-sent creatures who
have the aim of improving the world, in which you and I strive to live in, they are people who have no
mercy, no soul, and no conscious. They are not here to provide solutions, they are here to kill, and if you
are not with them, you are against them. You kill, and then die/get killed, and they go on in search of
another such ‘martyr’. To them you were a stepping stone, and to the victim, you were the devil himself,
and yet you think you are serving humanity! God bless you, and give you the power to sense what is
right for you and the world you live in, and above all, what comes first, your religion or the mankind.

When the going gets tough..

When a lot is to be done,

It may be a target to achieve,

Its not the data figures which concern me,

Its your own self-belief…

You’ve always had the power,

Look back and remember the days,

When all you had was hope,

And God showed u ways…

You were born to make a mark,

All it requires is strong will,

Be not fearful of the steep climb,

The view would be awesome from top of the hill…

C’mon, u can do wonders….yet again…!!!

DUTY BECKONS

A youngster indolent, suddenly found himself being called,

A badge was awarded, an appointment made,

Suddenly he was set apart from his contemporaries,

And he stood facing the secondary.

A stranger to diplomacy,

New to power and rank,

A definite follower was told to pilot,

Could he bear the burden?

A revelation for him,

He took it as a challenge,

To set an example, an example was needed,

To make a change, a change was needed.

The initiation was tough,

Friends became acquaintances,

A prudent was created,

Reformation was far easier than maintenance.

The bullies got a shock, superiority wasn't welcome,

The mass changed form, the word is opposition,

Popularity among the pack was lost,

He carried on!

Life was something else now,

Something beyond the usual consideration,

Consciousness reflected responsibility,

Commitment was pledged,

Someone expected something!

No doubt he had a status,

A second glance was guaranteed,

But not all was a bed of roses...

Friends changed topic on his appearance,

Laughter subsided with his passing-by,

Not exactly what he wanted,

It's really lonely at the top!

He misses the teenage stuff,

Has got to be role-model,

Away from all the youthful fun and pranks,

He has to carry on...hasn't he? 

Was It, Or Wasn't It?

It had never happened to me,

And never had I wondered.

Was it my innocence,

or had someone blundered?

She never looked my way,

Never she smiled at me,

But she was my only ray,

Though never were together we.

I saw her often through my window,

Going in and out of her house,

Often, had I thought of her,

My heart was in total chaos.

In my dream, I saw the image of her,

Together we were crossing the Nile,

And as the sleep began to blur,

I got up quickly with a smile.

Dressing up was no problem,

Nor were the flowers I would buy,

The only problem was the anger,

When I saw her with the other guy!

I caught him by his throat,

And flung him aside,

Meanwhile she ran,

Looking for somewhere to hide.

I told her to come out,

For she needn't fear,

It was then that I saw,

That little rolling tear.

"I knew you loved me,

I knew you cared,

But I wanted you to tell,

For I could never have dared!

I am happy to know your love,

But you were a little too late,

You missed the Dove,

My parents had already laid the bait!"

A child miseducated is a child lost…

For centuries, the system of teen edification and personality development for a better future has undergone great changes. The mode of education, from ashrams to schools and finally to home-study institutions via internet, has developed so much, that now a child has greater opportunities to learn and better milieu to grow.

     However, the children now, generally speaking, are on their way to the world of fantasy, the world of fashion, the world of drugs…the world of doom! They are leaving books they ought to study; closing computer programmers they ought to work on…the censored magazines and websites are high on demand! What should be the echelon of a child’s knowledge scale; the debate is still a failure.

     The main method adopted by teachers and parents for keeping the next generation on track, is, -on teacher’s part- apathy to the child’s misbehavior; and on the parent’s part, ignorance of the same. The parents are not to be blamed, they never knew about the misdeeds of their child in school or hostel; the teachers are not to be blamed, they could never comment on the misconduct of the child, or they would be beaten up by the student-union and the child, of course, is not to be blamed, for he never knew the difference between what is right for the society and what’s not. Now the question arises- WHO TO BLAME?

      The child is kept in the premises of the boarding-house, allowed only weekly or fortnightly outings, which are spent by the child in shopping/merry making…cinemas! The teachers are busy with the course books, the school politics and yes!- the new job opportunities for higher salaries. The parents…well they are not available for comment, they are either out of station for work purpose, or they are simply minding their own business. The father in the office, the mother in the kitty-parties; back-biting, and the grand-parents have already been sent to the Old-Age Homes!

     The basic element lacking in a child’s education is not disciplinary classes, it is just mere ignorance and indifference towards the future leaders. They are just handed over wads of bank-notes to solve their problems, which are usually spent on the teenage diversities- girls, cigarettes, motor-bikes, fancy clothes and spiffy hair-do’s. The key knowledge of what a society is made up of is certainly something alien to the child’s course of study. His incapability to understand his responsibility owes highly to the medium and methodology of imparting knowledge and another potential is wasted. 

    It is high time that instead of just overloading the child with information, we start to tell them how it can be utilized. How self-improvement would lead to a better society, a better culture, and make the world a better place to live in…!!