Sunday, March 15, 2015

Children of the Sky

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There is a child inside every one of you. You just cannot forget the one you were when you used to suck your thumb to find peace, when every new clothing was welcomed with pee, when world peace rested in your mother's arms. Those days may have gone, but you haven't. A part of you still subconsciously wants those wonderful days to return, wants you to age back, wants you to grow down. Your conscious busy overloaded overworked spaceless remorseless mind may put that thought to a halt, but somewhere within yourself you know it very well that given a Time machine the first place where you'd go is your childhood.

And look at where the world has come to now. Gone are the days when the biggest known fight was the one with the local bully over your new cycle, these men have grown up, they behead their enemies in public view now. Gone are the days when you could write whatever you wish in your exams with the only fear being the report card, the report cards have grown up now, they hack bloggers in public view if they don't like what's written by them. Gone are the days when vacations were spent in front of a TV and a video game, these games have grown up now, they bomb your cities with drones and in this game you don't have consoles but Guns, and the harshest reality of this game is that it doesn't come with multiple lives.

"World.. Hold on, Cmon
Everybody in the universe,
World.. Hold on...
One Day you will have to answer
to the children of the sky"


And look at where you have come to now. Gone are the days when you used to cry till you were given the Toy you wanted, the days when the strongest person was the father and the meanest person the brother. The essence of the world now lies in the fact that every moment is a conflict of the child in you with Time, a conflict that the child is losing and you are slowly becoming the devil that was once hidden under the bed. Why else do we turn a blind eye to the random man who fell off his bike in the middle of the road? Why else is understanding Injustice so difficult? why else is the only solution found in the Gun? and finally, Why else do we forget that regardless of where we are from, regardless of the color of the skin or the color of the cap, we are all children of the sky.

In a world where one is known by the God he follows I too am a follower of God, not the one you seek in Temples or Churches or Mosques, but the one who is most ignored, the one god that is so unprivileged that no one even gave him a religion, the one, and probably the only God, the whole world has so easily forgot. I am a follower of the God that lives right next to the child in you, the God that lives in your Mind. The only place where you can grow down, where all violence is futile, where consoles are consoles and report cards are just report cards, the only place in the world where one seeks to have Peace. It is here the greatest battles are decided, the greatest ideas created, the finest methods devised, and this is where your answer lies. The world may have religions, treaties, tariffs, Organizations, Guns, Bombs and Preachers, but in here there is just You. The Mind is that nursery where even your enemy is just a thought away from friendship. Forget the war of the worlds, the war within you that the world rages with your inner child, that is where it needs to end, that is where you need to fight, and that is perhaps the only place where victory matters. Let that child in you live, not because the world deserves forgiveness but because you deserve Peace.
Till then...
"World Hold On...Cmon
Everybody in the universe,
World Hold On...."

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Beggerly Hills...

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I am not Wind,
I am not Fire,
I am that man
no one's desire.

I am not cool,
I am not hot,
I am that guy
seldom your thought.

I am not geek,
i am not tall,
i am that fool
you'd never call.

i am not loud,
i am not glad,
i am that corner,
which is always sad.

I wish no bad,
for i am no fad
and yet when you saw my ugly face
i am that brother you never had.

i will not know,
for my mind is dead,
as long as life i know is there
i have not sweet I'll have no bread


oh God you see
how far i am
from the man you made
not one I am,
and yet i live on your handmade land
I see not you in a single man.

they see me here, they come to me
look at my face all sad no glee
they throw a coin then at my face
oh coin, poor you, you cannot flee.

they're rich they are with cars and bags
in a heap of filth I lie with rags,
and yet sadly they know inside
their blood is red, and so is mine.

with a coin they flip their kindness off
with no remorse they just walk off
as if i care, as if i were
about to ask them to see off.

In peace I die, not fun or fair
like a rich man dead I lay on flare
and yet here you've made that divide
i die all lone, not a tear to spare


Oh God you see i lie here bare
with not one soul who could just care
they say you live in them as well,
and yet how come I am like this
they call me a beggar, their words I wear.
they call me a beggar, their words I wear.