A different evolution.

The flaws of the nature seem to be ironic Like how the rustling of leaves sounds poetic, When it's just the gentleness of the zephyr on the greens. But just like the sand is for the philosophers and words are for the nobles They are for the poets but a way of articulation. Alas! But when the shades of the rhododendron falls on the earth It cannot but instill a series of battles in the psyches of their brain. And when the canary admires its beauty in the river bed agape, They reach out to the talk about the tales told in the ocean bed. Just like that the dusk disappears amidst the dawn, And you still won't believe how beautiful the place is. For how can the alchemists and legends be wrong when they spoke? That the rustling of leaves mean more than just the wind playing its role. It's like a play that surrogates your attention, Making you believe in the miracles of life. You will then start seeing that smile on a face and waves of the ocean has much more to ...

What's with them ? Whom ? You may ask. Those very people who don't really care two hoots as to what kind of an opinion do others have of them ? Women who brave the stares and the smirks, only to pull their hair together into an oily braid or to go about doing their business without any hint of a concealer here or a touch of ccfoundation cream there...The ones who aren't worried about donning the same clothing over and over again ! Completely aloof of the fact that nobody gossips about their popularity or ogles at their hotness. Yes, THEM ! What is it with them? Why does it take guts to sit at the first bench totally aware of the fact that you'd be called names for it ? Or sometimes in a corner all alone by yourself immersed in your own fantasies ? To be NOT surrounded by a bunch of 'cool' girls & boys and be one amongst them ? To NOT participate in the acts considered 'in style' like rapping, dancing or the out of the box ones like Mad AD com...

Do you also get that feeling where you desperately wish to go jump into the under water bed and just sink. Sink to the bottom and sit there, staring at the coral reef, at the worn out ship attachments, at the group of fishes in search of shelter, food and mate. Or perhaps sit on the sand with sea shells in your hand, listening to the wave collisions, sunlight falling on your bosom and wind playing with strands of messy hair. Well, i do. They keep me at peace. The falling stars and big bang theory fascinate me. The agori sadhus in the himalayas and many life, many masters attract me. The metalabolic reactions and love stories make me happy. There is a lot of narcissism in me. There is also a want to die feeling constantly eroding me. But you know what, they keep me at peace. It really doesn't matter sometimes in life if things don't work the way you want them to. And even when i am saying this i am getting distracted, distracted from what i am supposed to tell. My peace keeps...

She was walking in the midst of a confabulatory crowd with hazy sets of dreams playing in the mind. She was content with them. Happy to listen to them, sad to come back to the reality. This life was beautiful. Lots of beatific moments lit up her face. The happy laughters arround her somehow made not much difference. She was happy being there, in her own happy space. Inside her blissful bubble. Away from the monotonous and boring daily routine. But someday someone strange came up to her and asked her how she was. How are you?' was a simple question. But obviously some simple questions can't be answered, and some others make you glad. This question made both. A smile was all she could give. Rest of the seconds she sat staring at that person, trying to figure out why this person gained so much of her attention just because of one question asked. Because she couldn't stop. Everyday she would search for that person, forget to get back to her happy void, hoping to read tha...

It ain't easy. It ain't easy at all. To gather all the discards and build a beauty from it was not as easy as she thought it would be. Several fantasies crumbled down. Several moons and stars collided with each other and all these why? To show her that all her whimsical desires which were purely based on fictions she read were not so easy to attain.To show her that it takes sweat and pain to get what she wants. For even the wise old men knew what it takes to live your lives. She had to learn. A lot. This she desired. She wanted to learn. But who was to teach her? Deep within, she knew the answer. Everyday she would be answered. But that scared her. She knew she was her only teacher. But that worried her, brought sweat to her eyebrows. Now there was no one to blame for. No one to excuse. She had to do it all, if she wanted it to happen. It was all easy for her. Till now. Any incomplete work, she knew someone else was to blame. No. Deep down she knew she was the answers...

                                                  Dream. A part in us that makes imagination seem our innate ability. A part that has always driven the mankind confused. The only reality that human brain still registers as an unfathomable virtuality.  One day you are at the bay, building sand castle with your kids and the second day, someone is trying to kill you. Living amidst the different scenarios of our cranial sphere slowly teaches us the miracles of life.  But that is not all. It is a wonder how these few seconds of unplanned imaginations leave an impact that ironically plans our entire day. Making us ponder over it, sometimes for hours, days and months. It is like taking a dip in an ocean that suddenly seems not to be built by us. A dip that sometimes drowns us and sometimes nourishes our soul. Like watching a movie being filmed. ...

Episodes when you observe, part 1 Susan came to her house and complained, ' My friends noticed that I was wearing the same jeans. Do you even realise how embarrassing that was. This time I somehow managed an excuse but trust me I do not want a next time. You better understand' She stomped into her room. Her mother managed to hear her murmur 'pathetic' as she shut the door. They exchanged glances. A long sigh.. Why are we like this? Have we forgotten to appreciate the things around us. Or is it really difficult for us to manage with the " just sufficients" While returning from a journey in a train I noticed something. Luckily my eyes were "wide open" this time. For there is so much happening every moment. Okay so what I saw was a not-so-newly-wed couple, sitting beside me smiling at each other. Apparently they just bought 2  twenty rupees toys upon the fascination it brought to the wife due to its light emitting property. They really enjoyed...