Tuesday 24 December 2013



Changing Lives through Reading... (an essay for a change!)

Thoughts are the manifestation of our perception of the world around us. And it is the mind that at once is the creator as well as consumer of thoughts that mature into ideas, thus getting reflected in our actions, which not only define us but also affect all that we are part of. Just as the stomach craves food, the mind too needs fodder to sustain, to remain occupied and progress. And what better way than to read, or write for that matter!
In the fast-paced life that we lead nowadays, seldom do we procrastinate amidst running around, achieving or sometimes even over-achieving, and find that our mind is either totally ignored or ridiculously cluttered up with things not worth holding onto. One must pause and think, as to what weighs us down yet has the ability to lift us up?  Thoughts!  People may choose to live as they like, but why not live in a better way? The mind is a sponge, which soaks up whatever it sees, hears, and perceives. So why not let it soak up a bit of poetry or a dash of prose? The ability of books in influencing a person is grossly underestimated in today’s world; and sadly a majority of the population is denied the privilege of education. But to imagine lives touched by knowledge is a wonder in itself, a goal for tomorrow. Reading enriches the mind, sharpens the thought process, and hones the power of imagination.  If an educational institution’s curriculum is taken into consideration, then the same enhances the reader’s life by means of its educational value, pertaining to specific qualifications. The individual has a better shot at earning a living, armed with knowledge, if especially hailing from a financially weak background. Reading helps an individual form opinion, and deal with matters more positively. It opens a doorway to infinite knowledge, wisdom and a make-believe world, where the mind can escape to and overcome obstacles unknown! While writing, an author conveys his emotions and ideas, and those reading them would relate to it, thus forming a web of minds connected to the same idea, possibly even a revolutionary one! By means of reading people come across valuable information and opinions that help shape their personality, and also equip them with the knowledge to differentiate between wrong and right. Through reading, individuals become more aware of the society that they live in, and are galvanized into action and into taking up causes to eradicate the evils prevailing within whole social setup. A bright example has been set by penal systems throughout the U.S which subjects offenders to reading literature as an alternative punishment, which has changed many lives. The offenders get a second chance at redeeming themselves and developing a healthy mindset.
Thus reading empowers, broadens and strengthens the mind, affecting the way of living and livelihood, bringing forth better individuals and paving the path towards a golden future.



Saturday 14 September 2013

The Walk



I walk through an autumn boulevard
brown leaves lay beneath my feet
their relenting crunch breaking the silence around
silence...off late my favourite sound
I gaze up at the orange skies searching for what I know not
thinking about all the lessons that time has taught
and I come across a dimly lit tavern
sitting prettily across the street
it beckons me warm and welcoming
as if someone there is waiting for me to meet
I keep trying to head that way
but before me my vision sways
I give up too early...too soon
drifting once more towards what I can only vaguely predict...my doom
again the silence engulfs me
forever my faithful companion
and I walk some more, coming to stand by a quaint house with bougainvilleas hanging from its red tiled roof
and from somewhere this feeling grips me
some distant memory of sorts
a little kid staring unseeingly through the window with a stuffed bear in her arms
waiting for some loved one to come home
to tie her hair with a comb.. give her a smile..just once sit for a while
and a tear trickles down my cheek
for the little girl had no one with whom to speak
all these words were there in her head...and all too soon the little girl begins to fade
I try to grasp in a desperate attempt what goes melting away before me
but yet again I find myself in a different boulevard lined with taller autumn trees
So I keep moving on...the kid's sad eyes etched in my mind
and I feel the rustle of leaves as they fall from the trees like floating embers in the dusk
and I see from afar a small gathering of people laughing with icecream cones in hand
tapping their feet to the soft music of a nearby playing band
and all of a sudden rain begins to pour
the happy faces vanishing into thin air!
now with the cheering mirth gone I am left standing saddened to my very core
as the gray skies take pity on me...I lament no more
and my feet yet again keep dragging me into the unknown afore
and I wonder...why is it that I walk these autumn drenched boulevards strewn with flaming leaves?
I guess this afterall is my own hell... where I get one last chance to choose what's for keeps...


Friday 19 April 2013

The Wait...

On a bed of ashes i lie...eagerly waiting for my doom
cursing the merciless fate for not letting it happen any soon
as murky rain from a black sky above starts to drown my senses
i set my mind free on unchartered memories devoid of condemning fences
thoughts as sinister as satan himself tarnish whatever lies before
sadness impersonated in a grey cloak slowly sinks into my very pores
rotten debris cloud my vision hindering the summon from beyond
blue flames lick my weathered frame setting ablaze a thousand agonizing bonds
my soul twists and turns all the while wanting to be free from shackles forged on earth
what a pity! i can't even remember the day when my smile lost its mirth
freedom eludes me for others' sins have tainted my whole being
now i solemnly await my divine punishment...for death to finally sing..

Friday 15 February 2013


SwEePiNg FoR cRuMbs....


why would a guy sweep dusty floors in the middle of the night?
with no one but sleepy crows in sight
for him isn't there an open door?
awaiting his arrival after an honest day's chore
the echo of his rusty broom is a living proof in itself
that people work..and that people live pedestrian lives
and that is how at the end of a day..this selfish world thrives
but the question remains..
why could not he wait for the morning sun?
to sweep the ever gathering dust and earn his daily crumbs...

Wednesday 30 January 2013

Will there be another spring?


and i ended up where i began
wandering aimlessly on streets where sparrows sang
looked at the faded buildings that were once painted white
which now seem like a dying plant cursed with blight
sleep evades me...thinking of the time gone by
can't remember the faces even though i try
so many lies have cobwebbed the recesses of my memory
that i inflict fellow souls with my stale stories
my eyes seem vacant to them lacking the earlier vigour
but i am unable to break free from this endless stupor
moments have faded...and i am filled with shadows from within
a question i dare ask...
will there ever be another spring?

Wednesday 23 January 2013

One windy morning


One windy morning i walked along an idle street
watched with wide eyes
as tiny leaves falling from drooping trees

began to cover the barren concrete
the delicate leaves felt like colorful snowflakes
together with the cold wind blowing across my face
and i wished life could always be full of such simple treats
that in some forgotten utopia i could just be a tiny leaf
floating away happily in the northern breeze
settling momentarily to add color to an aging grey concrete

surprising some stranger even while i lay askew in their wake
but my journey wouldn't end with that..make no mistake
for i would go for a spin the next time wind blew
as i belong to no one and my callings are few
to be free from all that is stale and untruthfully binds
to wander in a new direction everyday inducing smiles...

alas! i came out of my reverie as unrepentant horns blared
a sigh escaped past my lips and my eyes unknowingly teared  
i took one last look at the falling leaves as i started to pull away
consoling myself that it's a frayed dystopia i live in anyway...