Living things

I woke up to the news about the death of 400 people in Syria, including 150 children. The one thing that shocked me more than the news itself was how indifferent I was to it. Deaths have become so common to us that it’s just like the weather forecast now; you make it a point to get the basic knowledge about it and then you just don’t care. That is the way the world is behaving with the Middle East civil war. Imagine if an alien looked down at us at some point in time. We would be the weirdest species they would ever see. I think we are the only race that fights with each other, for absolutely no valid reason at all. We are all slaves to a rectangular piece of paper called money, and get away with a lot of things in the name of power and wealth. We make up a system of beliefs and fight each other to death if there’s s a disagreement. It’s shocking that you have to go to war to prove your point. Can’t you talk it out like sensible adults? We’re not kids, for god’s sak...

It’s one of those nights again when sleep knocks on my eyelids, but my brain has more important things to go through. Rain is pattering on the overhead windows in my room, and I’m snuggled in my blankets. It’s one of those nights when everything in life seems to be pointless, and the romantic in me is shaking her head at the way things are. We all have demons in our head. They’re the ones that will be the death of us all. The ones that whisper negative thoughts into your soul and emotionally crumble you to dust. Just when you think you amount to something, this snake coils around you, going, “you’re useless. No one likes you. You’re all alone in this world.” You can feel your brain becoming empty and getting filled with this one thought that you’re no good. It feels correct for quite a while, and it can lead any sane man to his destruction. They bring you down so much that sitting around doing nothing seems to be the best thing to do. It’s like this story I read as a ch...

I just got off a conversation with my friend who hates DC a bit. Wait. That was an understatement. He loathes DC. A lot. And I like DC. I mean, yes, I do also like the new Avengers: Infinity War thingy, but I prefer Batman and Wonder woman to Captain America any day. So anyway, after the conversation, I rewatched some of the movies (hey, I’m on summer break) and finally came up with some takeaway points for both the MCU and the DCU that might pass along without getting yelled at by the little trolls under the bridge.  And these differences are as different as night and day. And that's what it is, night and day. MC movies have the basic type of plots: Person exists Has an ‘ok’ life (except Iron Man, cuz he was rich AF) Has a really bad week/month Comes across superpower The world is in danger He/she saves it Well, of course, the MC has this mind-blowing tapestry of 18 movies that all came together and boiled down to the Infinity War and the one after that. Geez, ...

The Midsummer Rain The wind blew in all directions, making the leaves dance like illusions. The thunder binds, fears of all kinds. The perfume of the Earth,  overpowers the stink of the hearth. The clouds form many patterns,  sometimes like little lanterns. Children long to play in the rain, and argue with their parents in vain. Who would want to be left behind, when the skies get kind? 20.04.2012

The Monsoon The green leaves welcomed the monsoon, on a buzzing sunday afternoon. The raindrops ploughed through the air, and made me ruffle my hair. The thunder split the sky, and roused my fears too high. Seeing the birds in gay, reminded me of a friend in bay. Soothing may the monsoon be,  lonely it feels to me. 13.04.2012

The Peach Sunset I felt like a kid again, lying down and pretending to sleep in vain. I could feel the sun rays on my skin, a blissful warmth; a ray of hope to soak in. I sat up after a while, my mind at ease, and looked through the window; a soft breeze, ruffled up the leaves of a nearby peepul. the birds flew home, as did the tired people. Mr. Sun was on his way to the other ocean. Try as I might, i couldn’t see him in motion. He blushed a fiery red, and quickened his pace, anxious to get to bed. The sky picked up his demeanour, though her colouration was a meagre peach to his fire. They cast a surreal light, bathing every nook with all their might. I knew science had an explanation for this, involving wavelengths and frequencies But I guess that takes the charm out of such a scene, making it a slew of equations hard to perceive. The thirst of curiosity begs to be quenched, but you n...

Nyctophilia I'm sitting here all alone, and its half past one in the morning. The silence is all I can ask for, because it allows me to wander, back and forth. When the moon is high, and half the world slumbers, i am awake, doing things I wished in numbers. This seems infinite, and hidden are no ghosts, for its only the moon and sleep that the night hosts. Nighttime comes with a sense of leisure, You can do things without a fissure, in your schedule. Time seems to drag on, a magic the day cannot brag of. I take out a paper and fold it into a bird. And paint it blue, of which it is third. It joins the flock of paper birds i made earlier, swinging softly from the ceiling, my very own chandelier. My lips part wide to let out another yawn. My body needs sleep, cuz its made for the morn’ When the world thrives in sweet lies and harsh truths, When men seldom sow but dream of fruits. I dont fit in there, Its not my thing. I’d like to fly, stre...