The Dark Hole

At atleast one point in our lives we all go through a really weird phase when nothing goes right and nothing's left in your brains. And when nothing goes right despite of trying every damn thing with the dedication of every single cell in our body,our confidence takes a deep plunge in the wide sea of depression pulling our happiness and motivation and willingness with it.

Your job left you and your cat died,you're wife's a nuance and you're finding it difficult to strive. Your books are flesh-eating monsters and your friends are monotonous mood busters. You don't feel like getting out of the bed when responsibilities and loans are on your head.The motivational talks are shit cuz you think you know your depression is where you fit. 

Voices of a Commuter

"Kidhar utarna hai? Door kyun block karke rakha hai?"

"Zara sarko bhaiiya, fourth seat pe baithna hai."

"Khaalipeeli machmach nahi karneka."

"Thoda push karo, jagaah ban jayegi."

"Dus ka paanch, gaanvti santra lo!"

"#*%^... #%*+..."

Mumbai local train is not called the lifeline of the city for no reason. It is the heart and soul of the city echoing the most common phrases used almost every day by almost every commuter. The train journeys aren't just from Point A to Point B, but are journeys in one's lifetime from youth to the ripe years. And through these journeys, many commuters make friends for life.

(Un)heard voices of a woman

This poem was written by me on the women’s day when I felt absolutely nothing after seeing the gung-ho bunch on face book. If someone wrote something as a tribute to woman, some other clicked a picture. Everyone tries to project their respect towards women but do these people outnumber those who wait for an opportunity to pounce on women? It feels so helpless to think about the sad state of affairs. In midst of all the crimes against women I saw a sudden havoc among few groups who tried to suppress a woman’s voice against a woman’s crime. They bullied a blogger who was empathetic towards the victim and said that every man should be away from the baseless feminist and called her names which I cannot mention on this forum. If calling a criminal “a criminal” is an objectionable crime, I am sure it is a futile attempt if we try repairing their minds. Do read my poem below!

Voices of a Common Man

                                          

A common man actually represents the nation. He may not be a connoisseur of politics or economics but it is the common man that makes the nation. No king or government can afford to eschew the voices of a common. History speaks it aloud that whenever the voices of a common man have been left unheard it has brought detrimental consequences. As the famous Latin maxim says, “Vox populi, vox Dei” which means that the voice of the people is the voice of the God. It is the common man who brings glory to the nation; it is the common man who works in the fields. The contributions of a common man to the nation are numerous and immense.

Voices of a Painter

 

“If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint’, then by all means paint, and the voice will be silenced. “

-          Vincent Van Gogh.

My first introduction to this world was Monet’s  ‘Water Lilies’ sitting elegantly in a frame of the movie ‘Titanic’. Few moons later, it had struck me, with all its radiance, hence sparking a light to the quest to hear more than I could have ever seen in the gamut.