Uncut wings

It so happens that I have been mentioning a lot about how I get inspired from people around me. I take their examples, try to embed the good in my life. And; definitely I don't ignore the bad in them, it's just that I don't acknowledge it. Because for me an acknowledgement can go to places and either bury you or make you a brat. But then, with all the knowledge of all that is bad around me, I can hardly wish to cherish the good. So, I translate my observations into poetry because about poetry it is known that it helps cleanse the soul. And, spirituality is important. As opposed to religion. Today I came across this beautiful Kurt Vonnegut quote, illustrated as under:                                                                   Reading this, I have decided that i would write more poems. And, f ind my heart to figh...

<Rant> Pulling hair . Non stop phone, texts and irrelevant browsing . Aimless preparation . Compromising on studies . Watching untimely movies . Being mean . Being self centered . Being obsessed . Seeking lovers with a minimal possibility of them proposing . Thinking too much, too explicit, wasting brain cells and patience . Giving more importance to trivial pursuits and letting important things take a backseat . Not prioritizing .  Listening to non sense . Being absent minded . Participating in gossip . Showing off . And even typing this you had no shame . You were pulling hair . Like shame on you . Why don't you use your brain where required . Instead of losing focus . Waking up late . Sleeping late . Taking unnecessary afternoon naps . Getting tired for no reason . You are not running in a race . True . But you are being lazy . You are losing everything you are . You are losing yourself . What about it . When it would matter the most you won't be able to mak...

I might sound like a 2700/2700 scoring Chinese student waiting for a confirmation from the IVY league but trust me this is my entire life's culmination. For an instance, if I'm stalking you I might shake hands with the devil (NSA, in this case) if need be. Leaving no stones turned, ask me what you were up-to on the 26th of August at 2:03 am when the rest of the world was either asleep, working 9 to 5 just to stay alive, boozing, masturbating, copulating or, as in my case, getting high and I'd precisely tell you that. No, I don't have an ideal photographic memory, I am rather in the analytical side of the brain measurement scale. Then how did I end up remembering such minutiae of your life? Okay, when I said I belonged to the privileged set of analytical brained, what I really meant was I have an aptitude for gossip, or as I would have the lesser mortal believe, a journalist's mind. Yes. Indeed. Ask my mother, she'd tell how I would spend hours watchin...

Among many reasons that make the person that I am, one thing for sure has to be my vision. Both mental and physical.  Before coming to mental vision, let me first briefly describe the physical one. I never needed glasses when I started wearing them. But the fad at the time forced me into it. Little did I know it would become a life long affair. I am a negligent person. I neglected my poor vision. I paid hard. I paid with my life's biggest ambition. Since then, my physical vision is among my top priorities. My physical vision has found clarity. Much needed, I'd say. Now, saying about mental vision, the first thing that strikes me is my lack of it. Best example would be this article itself in which I had envisioned to write about a particular visionary goal about which I have already forgotten. I now  have  not the slightest ideas  even  about the last dregs of it. But now that I try to remember so hard, I get it back. It's like how I have this dream to complet...

I am a lover. I am a lover of rains. It's raining heavily outside. I loved it. I even went out on a walk when it was just drizzling. I was reminded of a movie I watched recently. Jab We Met. It was a riot of colors. It had an annoyingly cheerful girl and a depressed guy. The movie was really average-ish. But there was this one song which got stuck to me. I have downloaded it into my playlist ever since. And, what's more I am listening to it while I type this out. In the entire song, the singer is talking about tears as it would flow from his eyes while he is drenched in the rain so that nobody will ever notice that he was crying. The point of view is of a girl while a male voice is singing it. That's sufi music for you or something like that. Everything is quite spiritual. So, this one line stood out to me and I can't get enough of it. It goes as follows: " Saanson ki lay Madham chalein Tose gaye barasega saawan  Barasega saawan  Jhoom jhoomke " This loosel...