The Eternal Shadow

I know you care!
I know you’ve always been there.
From behind the scenes in the dark,
You’ve been watching my back;
I know not your name,
Nor seen a pictured frame,
I’ve heard not your voice
But I know you care,
I know you’ve always been there
You’ve said not a word,
Not a letter or a note,
Yet I know in my heart you’ll always be close.
Through failure and shame,
You held me as we pulled through.
Now I take the stage because of you.
I’m in the light without you
So I’ll say every word,
take every breath for you,
Work to the point when our dreams come true
And my shadow I promise you,
For my love for you will stand true!

I’ve not been able to post for the past two days due to technical difficulties with my computer. I wrote a rather long article yesterday in hopes of publishing it only to have my browser crash and system hang ><. I just have the worst luck sometimes.
All the same this is a poem to a shadow, a sort of tribute to those in our lives who always stay in the metaphorical background helping you get to where you want.

May you find success and happiness and all the good things in life!
Image Credits: Shadow by Riccardo Cuppini

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I’m a Feminist!

Feminism, such a misconceived concept isn’t it. It is strange that something that stands for what is so fundamentally basic can be mistaken as so.

feminism ˈfɛmɪnɪz(ə)m/
noun
noun: feminism – the advocacy of women’s rights on the ground of the equality of the sexes.
Lately accepting that you are a feminist somehow manages to imply that you hate men. So I thought I’d be best to confess straight up.
I am a feminist. That means I like men but I won’t put up with their bullshit. I respect them but won’t stand for insults. As a feminist, I am not against men, in fact I stand up for them. I believe one is human before being male or female. As babies we did not differentiate between male and female, but then again we could not differentiate between food and floor, but that’s beside the point. Somewhere along the line as we grew up, so did this arrogance so often associated with the sexes, also grew. It is sad really that we force not just the women in our society but the men as well to somehow confirm to our stereotypes of what it is to be man and woman.
In a sense, we have forced the men of our society to pertain to our ideology of what is “Manly”. Seriously what is so wrong for a guy to be sensitive, delicate, weak? If you think about it, because men are forced to put up a tough facade, women become weaker. For logic dictates that if one be strong then comparatively the other is weak.
As educated members of society it is sad that we find it so hard to accept ourselves, let alone others. for what we are. Imagine if men were not forced to be manly, then women won’t have to be submissive. Don’t mistake me I am not justifying the action of men or women here. This is sort of like the food chain an endless circle of hunter and prey. As long as one side is there the other will always exist. And it’s about time we break this endless cycle of pointless facade. Aren’t we all tired of pretending to keep up appearances, even-though none of us give a shit.
As I write this I wonder why I am writing this. What purpose will it serve. I’d be lying if I said I knew. However this I do hope, that the next time you hear someone say they are a feminist, just remember, they believe we are all equal. That’s all – nothing more, nothing less. And if you stand up for yourself without insulting another, you are a feminist. If you believe we as humans have the same right to life as every other, you are a feminist. Feminist is a mere term. Whether you choose to call yourself one or not is not the point. If you stand for equality that is all that matters. If you are, then I salute you. The world needs more minds to open up.
To a life of endless happiness! May we always find joy and radiate it around us!

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Image credits: hillary h ~ Gender is overrated

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Making History!

A single quiver of deep emotion,
Pierced through her heart,
An overwhelming wave of  dread,
Shook through her being,
A baseless fear weighed down,
Like a rock in her stomach,
An insecure reassurance,
Re-bounded through her being,
For she tried in vein to appease herself,
Her spine quivered,
Her hands shivered,
As she wiped off the sweat,
She tried to swallow the lump in her throat,
Somewhere along the line,
She felt a hand push her forward,
A deep breath, closed eyes,
She breathed,
And walked on to the stage-
The rest though is history.

We all have those defining moments in life where we battle the fear and achieve something. Looking back and reminiscing is great, but actually being there…, well not so much.  What was that one moment in life when you made history (so to say ^_^)?

To performance! May you never loose sleep over it.

Image : ‘Staged’ by dualdflipflop

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I got nominated for the One Lovely Blog Award!

I am absolutely thrilled that I was nominated for this award by Shannon from Invisible Ink. Thank you! You’re awesome!

So, in order to “accept” the award, recipients are asked to…

  • Thank the person who nominated them and include a link back to their blog.
  • Display the award logo and follow the blogger who nominated you.
  • List the rules of the award.
  • Share 7 facts about himself/herself.
  • Nominate 15 other bloggers and comment on one of their posts to let them know they have been nominated.

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7 Facts about me:

  1.  I am obsessed with books. I’d read anything with words on it. I love the smell of old books. I’d buy books blindly if they are old and hardback. You an’t ever going wrong with that!
  2.  I binge one almost every cop TV series I can get, and am a major movie buff.
  3. Despite watching all these movies I cannot remember the names of actors. Like seriously, I’ve seen the IMDB top 250 (almost all of it) I cannot tell you who acted in what.
  4. I hate texting. There is something about having a keypad that small, and needing the patience to have to search for that emo – icons, to fill the awkward pauses, while pretending like i understand what is happening, that just put me off.
  5. I’m a foodie  – I will try just about anything as long as it is vegetarian.
  6. I love my shoes, and by that I mean my converse. I have been wearing my mean green converse since 2011.
  7. More often than not, I have absolutely no clue what I am talking about, but everyone seems to get it o_O, so yeah it’s cool!

Blogs I am nominating:

  1. HarsH ReaLiTy
  2. Chapter TK
  3. Poesy plus Polemics
  4. kushtrimthaqi
  5. The Upturned Microscope
  6. Literature and Libation
  7. India Demystified
  8. Gotta Find a Home
  9. Indie Hero
  10. Musings
  11. the becoming radical
  12. Chris Martin Writes
  13. The Wandering soul’s wander tales

Buried Alive

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She stirred slowly in the darkness,
A scathing pain pierced through her being
Her eyes opened slowly in the dark.
As she struggled to see where she was
She let out a scream so shrill;
Petrified with fear she was.
As she realized her plight;
For alone she was in a box in the ground,
She screamed again with hardly a sound,
She could hear her heart beat about,
As the terror alone consumed her soul.
Every second seemed like an eternity of agony,
As she wilted in the terror of her buried abode.
Her hands trembled as she reached up in vain,
She pushed and clawed till her fingers bled out;
Her fingers locked on to a dent in the wood,
As she pulled it apart as hard as she could
She took a deep breath as she pulled it out;
Enveloped she was in a heavy shroud
Desperately she pushed through,
Struggling to hold on as it pulled her too;
Air was short and her mind was fading
Her legs were tired and her arms were bleeding;
In a last effort she pushed above -Suddenly she broke through,
As a single hand rose from the ground.

I read a macabre piece of news this morning that left me utterly and thoroughly disturbed – [http://www.thehindu.com/news/national/rajasthan-girl-buried-alive-site-turns-shrine/article6423764.ece]. Though the girl may have died beforehand, the very concept that this is possible is truly frightening. What was more horrifying was that, while trying to find this article, i see so many more and realize, this actually happens in real life. What sort of a world is this if this is how a child is treated?

To change! May help always find those in need.

Image : Master the art of saving.com

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The limitless expanse!

Ever sailed across the endless ocean?
He asked me –
On a sailboat surrounded by water…
When the floor beneath your feet
Is like the precarious pulley
A tilt is all it takes
To tip you off the edge.
Ever rode atop the raging waves?
Where death is better
Better than the torment of life
For it pulls you down,
Only for you to come back up again…
But beyond all its nautical nightmares
He said, when the wind picks up
And pulls us across through the limitless expanse
My heart soars,
Even when there is not a man in sight,
When we are tossed through the night,
We’ll sail through the tempest and storms,
We’ll sail past the empty skies,
Past all the regret and fear,
For there will be land some day,
Tonight I know, I’m not alone,
‘Coz, tonight I am home!

For all it’s good and bad, home is where the heart is. It may be big, small or undefined, but it is home and it’s all you got! So treasure it, for as long as you have it. For you may never know what comes next.

Featured image : Zigana at Sea Salts 01 by Ziki Questi

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The Dream

In the silence of the winds, I hear,
Hear, the distant murmurs from within-
Like the throbbing of a forgotten wound,
An utterance that is barely brought forth,
A tumultuous feeling
Like the waves of the tides that ebb and flow,
Like the love you know, when you let her go.
It was like a puzzle with a piece lost,
An answer that’s not quite it!
A strange feeling it was
Perception dawned, well almost,
Then it all slipped away like the water in sand
Chased into oblivion
The deeper i searched, the further in went;
Till it was nothing but a trace,
A trace of what once was.

Such volatile things dreams are. Sometimes they are of great meaning but it is mostly scattered nonsense. Somehow they always leave me feeling like I got cutoff at the climax of a very interesting story, I cant remember. Anyway hope you like it

Featured image : Forest Dreams by Vinoth Chandar

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Reason?

She took one sweeping look across it all,
The sun had painted its golden hues;
She took a last glance at it all and sighed,
And wondered –
How strange are we?
We love, hate, we get sad and desperate
We are bitter and jelous
And we give each other the jitters We snap at each other
And, Betray our brothers;
Such a tumultuous existance
With murder, anarchy, vengeance and greed,
That lace or thoughts and daily deeds.
She sighed again and thought to herself,
But I just want to live today,
Stare at the sun and smile all day;
I want to live my life in a daze;
In the cozy warmth of your warm embrace;
So why do I need a reason to live by the day?
Why should I follow the rules
That even you hate?
Why should I have to lie
And cower in disdain?
Why do I need a reason to be happy all day?
Why should I give you a reason
To be kind today?

What do you think? How far do you think does society have a bearing on your actions? What does it take for you to be happy and content?

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What is strength?

Ever since I had taken on to the idea of writing one article/post a day, I’ve been fretting on trying to find meaningful topics and ideas to write on. Some time back a dear friend of mine had asked me this question, and though it has taken me a while, I thought I’d pen down a response.

“At the ages of 14, 15, 16, 17, children upto the 1800s were fighting battles. Physically. Mentally. Logically. Politically. Name it.  …… My question is: Where is that strength? Where are those people? As newer people enter the realms of the earth, are they becoming more materialistic? AS we sit glued to our computers, are we missing that strength that is to be collected by going out, mingling with nature, practicing dance and music? What is happening to the world? Just an opinion di. If you have something to say. Keep Writing!”

What is strength exactly? Is it being strong to fight wars for glory, for extending your countries borders, or is it strong to fight for conviction, to fight for a belief, a cause, for a purpose? And if the latter be strong, then is fighting for glory not a purpose? Truthfully speaking this argument is a never ending cycle of endless questions. To me true strength is having the courage to stand your ground for what you believe in, and also have the open-mindedness to acknowledge when you are wrong.

Stone Faces

Stone Faces by Miquel Vernet

To answer your question, first of all, I think it is premature to compare two whole different eras in this manner. For once, we no longer find the need to fight blood thirsty wars, instead we wreak havoc with just a computer. And strength itself is subjective, for example –

“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.”
Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

These are two completely different accounts of strength, which drives home further the fact that, what I see as strength is so completely different from what you may perceive of it. But the underlying commonality in all our ideas is that a strong person is one with conviction to stand their ground and the courage to change that conviction if need be.

I do believe however, as a generation of human beings, we are becoming more and more materialistic and vain. Computers and other forms of technologies have actively taken over our lives. But I also see an increasing wave of awareness, a growing wealth of profound knowledge amongst young adults that is refreshingly realistic. Just having this conversation is representative of our understanding and appreciation of strength.

Simply put the times that we live in are tumultuous at best, and while traditional values, conservative outlook has taken a back seat, we are not stuck in chaos, cowering terrified. There is a surge in public awareness and a sort of selflessness, like never seen before is exhibited (of-course, not by all). True strength is shown in all its forms by many young adults around us. As a young adult, I’d say we live in interesting times, and I am definitely looking forward to it.

What do you think? What are your ideas of strength, and where do you think we as a society are heading towards?

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A thing of beauty!

I have always believed nature is beautiful and looking at it through a camera lens makes it even more so..
Here are a set of images from my trip to hill station nearby.
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It rose so majestically
With an air of divinity
That I stood there transfixed…

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As the mist lifted off its face, we stood there stunned at the simplicity of its beauty.

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A single beam of light cut across the rock face, and if it wasn’t for having to precariously – park near a hairpin bend in a 2 lane drive, I’d have stood there all day.

I know I had promised to continue my series of poems, but I am still working on part 3, so till then, enjoy these images.

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