Hey, I am a bird!

High above the ground, I am flying. I am a bird. My imprisoned soul is now free. Now I don’t sense the hideous bars that had caged me. Here and there, I scrutinize, but I find no one. There’s nobody.

Above, there’s a clear blue sky.

There’s a pool of freedom around me, but an ocean of it inside.

I fly high.

I hover. Oh, I sense my flapping feathers. Oh, there’s a smile on my face. Damn, there’s a ring of joy. I feel it. This arrow directly hits my soul and penetrates it. My goodness, happiness outbursts. It comes out of me, surrounds me and tries to spread along every possible direction. I fly a bit high.

There’s a sense of calmness. I don’t stop. I reach the summit, jump from one to another. I move ahead. I strive for more.

      There’s cold coming. My feathers smile; they can cover me now. Their warmth provides me the wrath. I go forward. There’s a smiley face high above, smiling at me. O, that’s the sun. I smile back and forge to reach him. Dammit, I can’t, it’s freaking hot. Some things aren’t  meant to get close to, just appreciate from far. I hear a voice. It’s the cloud. I bid goodbye to the sun and fly down to the cloud.

I sit on him. Holy, I could sit on forever. We dance together, we laugh, we make weird moves. Who cares? Pushing him makes the rain fall. The raindrop, in a blink, disappears. I follow him. Woho, I am falling freely. Something is attracting me. I fall on a tree. It makes me feel sing. My chirping gathers the attention of all the trees there. They listen to me quietly. They all are joyous, swinging back and forth, clapping, whistling.

All of a sudden, wind starts blowing. It just grabs my collar and takes me with him. We reach at a large meadow. My my… the stillness persuades me. The openness makes me hover again and again. I start flying from the corner. And there, I see some tiny creatures at the middle of meadow. I fly near.

Woho, wohoo, wohooo… there’s a flock of birds. They see me and wave at me. God, I am howling. My excitement exceeds the limit. I hug them and there’s a whole new environment. We talk, we laugh, we sing, we dance, we howl. We are weirdo.

And, we fly again. We fly high: high above the hills, high above the mountains, deep inside the soul. We fly into the solace. We fly sharing our happiness. We fly on and on.

 

Request for Universalism (An appeal From the Tomb)

  1. Every nationalism is jingoism and all nationalists are xenophobes.

Everyone or if not most of you may snatch away the felicitation (an eternal shroud) from this burial and instead commence a vituperation, if I utter these expressions making them audible to you. But, what can I do? or what is possible to be done? nothing! friends, nothing at all!

An endless prosecution may continue against me and the labellings of ‘inhuman’, ‘criminal’ ‘corrupted one’, ‘terrorist’, ‘anarchist’ and many more stimulative derrogations may rise with the persistent loathings around my tombstone. But please do look at me! look at my condition. Perceive this cemetery where you bow down and offer the flowers once a year. Behold my corpse, which you use to inject the same venom onto the new comers, the same old lie ‘dulce at decorum est. Yes, that absolute lie as told by Owen, witnessed by my experience whom you call a martyr.

‘die for the nation to live for the eternity in every hearts, minds and commemorations’. This incarceration though gold-plated, stands as the quintessence of being a human. A blind nationalist always stinks with this miasma with his beautiful shell of great ideals and locutions. Look! what a nonsense, the humanity is treated inferior to nationality.

The leader finds thousand and one ways to hammer in the idealism of dedication and sacrifice which can be manipulated and enslaved to prolong the animalistic quality of power hungry attitude to be seated on a pedestal on the top. Yes, the very witness is talking to you in reference to his experiences of getting scapegoated. First, tell me, Please! tell me, where can you find the line of demarcation or dissociation in the whole planet besides in the map. Tell me, where ends India and starts Pakistan? Tell me, where begins Asia leaving back the Europe? Where? Where? Please! Do tell, answer me, because I was one of those who bit the dust by your imposed lessons of ‘die for the nation’ and ‘nationality ought not to be relinquished or even forfeited even if a gori Holi is to be organized.

So, you must show me the real and existential boundaries or the area of separation made by your ‘God’ under whose approval, you assert is making you to partake in your supposed Jihad and consequently makes you victorious in the armageddon. Please! I request you to show me the permanent territory of Korea and guide me through the original limit of Germany. Nothing much, but just create a bunfire of all your maps and seek for the actual line of isolation. And remember once again, I have every authority to demand because this very madness instilled in my blood and bones made me to combat for the virtual nationality which I now discover was a mirage and a greatest delusion.

‘die for the nation’, this vulgarity you might have eaten thousands of times and digested too. But, has anyone told you ‘live for the nation?’ no, my friends! absolutely not! Who wants the development or progress of the world. If they talk about transformations and development too, they want your nation to stand at first winning over all other remaining areas. If they tell you to live too, they are making you strong or moreover a lifeless robot to stand in the firstline to give them an interesting horror movie out of which they can have a beautiful timepass.

As a member of armed force, you are identified by your number tags. Look at such dehumanizations. If you die, nothing happens, just a number tag becomes no longer able to battle and therefore a replacement is needed. Fi over those cunningness and betrayals. When you say that you would be ready to die for the shake of your nationality, you don’t know what you are saying. You are saying that I prioritize illusion over reality, destruction over creativity, violence over peace and death over life. Don’t you feel ashamed to advocate peace, prosperity, serenity and stability under the foundation of violence? Can war and peace coexist? Have you ever seen polar opposites meeting? yeah, they can be merged in logics and treated as complementaries but life exists beyond philosophies and intellects.

From inside my coffin, I strongly oppose it and time and again repeat the same thing that ‘humanity can never be greater to nationality.’ Please! don’t blunder much to protect outward vanity in the name of glory or identity at the expense of human life which can never be compromised for anything. But we are the people with multiple disability if subtly examined. Psychopathology of inferiority complexes, ego gratifications can provide us any platform to burst out and exhibit our bruteness. Thus enabling us to commit a suicide or if not a homicide with a beautiful exterior labelling. It’ll continue with all the way it happened with me. Humanity will continue to slaughter one another just in the name of a certain principles it developed. What a pity. you die hanged on the chains created by you and still don’t stop it calling a victory and those chains as ornaments. But let this wretched soul from his sepulcher repeat and pray that nationality is not and can never be greater to humanity.

Have you ever thought? perhaps not. Because, you have already forgotten thinking. You know-not what, how and why to think. Mechanical broiler life is your comfort which you never wanna lose. But let me ask you to think though you won’t. The nation and nationality or such splits are diplomatic ways to say that you are great and you are the best. The only thing is that you can’t directly expose your feeling of superiority. Hence, you need a hanger to tie up your pride. And, ask yourself, what you got out of it? Why this horror movie never makes you fade up?

Why a temptation towards acrimoniousness? why do you want to create fake enemies and indulge in the savageness instigating all? everyonesays my nation is great. Duh fools! can you never interrogate back that which is the best? position is one and claims are of all. Can you never see the stupidity of such contentions? But no! You won’t, as I too didn’t when I was the person like you. You always glorify such areas and record in your history which is again needed to butcher the upcoming generations and perpetuate this bloody game advocating the ideals like equality, independence, peace, stability and all fake promises to let you have contact with horizon in its solid form.

With negligible hope that you may read or listen to me, I lastly request you all to wipe out the marks and erase the dusts gathered. Let the lines stained by ichor be cleansed and no signs of antagonism towards other people or supposed nations to last further. Let universalization come and let my ghost to rest peacefully. Let me reveal you a secret that all those temptations about heaven and frights about hell told to you are fallacious. I am narrating you my experiences that when I was taken to purgatory, the God didn’t let me in and instead felt me even misfit to the hell.

Therefore, I have become a wanderous spirit with all anguishes and torments in myself not even being able to repent my mistakes which I commited in the name of greater ego called nationalism. God was wearied that the person like me may even create splits in the hell and initiate a war and label it in his name creating a barbarious violence. So, my plea to all to let the world universalize. The universe is one therefore ‘uni’ not splited ‘multi’.

My last request to let this nomad rest peacefully. God told that the day world becomes one with no nations and nationalities and no conflicts, you’ll get deliverance. Please! To let my soul in the kingdom of God and to pay respect to me if you have any, let these boundaries dissolve and let the venomous snake of jingoism covered by the moderate word ‘patriotism’ die as soon as possible.

via Request for Universalism. (An Appeal from The Tomb) — Site Title

A dreamer!

“Let your dreams be alive. Don’t bury them within you”

Once in a blue moon, he arrives from nowhere, plays a game, startles the world, make us speechless, creates the history, leaves a legacy and goes nowhere. He just leaves a mark making our heart shiver and boiling every drop of blood in the body.

  He is a sun. Every morning he rises up, scatter the rays, reaches the climax, penetrates the deep rooted belief and sets down. He waits for the moon, giving him the complete power and just observe. Next day, again he rises up to make us sure that he is there. But, that one day is worth a century. He comes just to remind us that there exists that one day.

  He is a dreamer. He dreams of the things that you even don’t dare in your wildest dream. He dreams of the things that were tagged impossible. He comes out with a new passion, a new fire. He knows anybody can give up and he also knows that he is not that anybody.

He was a freak. A moron. He sounded crazy. He used to be an odd crane. He was called a dumb.

And now, he himself is a history. He is a stone found deep inside the ocean which you’re never gonna reckon. An idiot is now a wise person. A blunt knife, now has a sharp edge.

That nerd 😀

Mr. Dreamer, oh dreamer!!

Trust! 

“It’s a trust that holds you together”

It doesn’t have to be a fully planned trap, neither a fully packed rage. It’s just a word-a single word that can make you apart; that it can be the sole block between you and her. It can shatter the dreams that you were having. It can make you the person, who you never were.

It can change you.

It can metamorphose you.

No, it’s not a revenge. It’s just a single word. The sleepless nights turn into a memory. The countless affection that you have had change into a neutral hatred.

You needn’t to say who you are. It justifies itself. You are having the rage. It’s reflecting in your blinking eyes. It can’t be concealed.

It makes you a rebel. Yes, a single word which you have never imagined to hear, even not in your wildest dream, makes you to do so.

You don’t know the source from where and when , it emerged. But you are very sure, it was from the person whom you trusted most. It was by the person with whom you’ve always dreamt of sharing everything. It was from the one who never was deceptive.

That simple word has the vigorous power to make you move on. You’d never imagined. But it’s real.

Yet, remember you gotta move on.

Go ahead!

Can learning be any cooler?

You learned and you forgot ‘cause you were never learning

The sea of desks and benches; crowded hallways and stairs, plus shitty cafeteria food.

And on top of that, the demarcation of students according to their grades. It would especially suck when you are a regular poor grader. A class full of nerds or a class full of dumb-dumbs. Isn’t your school?

Do you think your school could be any cooler than that? Of course they can because they are to begin with.

Now let us imagine a school where one would want to be. Even though, the words cool and school rhymes, they never go well together, not conventionally. But with a little bit imagination, we might come with some ideas, that might just make your school cool, even though they never will be.

For instance, I would want school that would allow the students to demarcate themselves; a school of freewill where the school provides classes on various subjects and the students only attend the ones they are interested in.

The school of freewill, in my opinion, can sharpen the skill of students, not just make them memorize the bullshits which you are never going to see again. You would feel free to say anything to anybody and not feel sorry. You would discover yourself and act accordingly. The lectures wouldn’t be the sleeping tablet.

You wouldn’t be called a donkey or a monkey. Even though you hear, you would make it more funnier. You wouldn’t be learning the book- instead you would be tearing it into twenty pieces and throw it in dustbin. You would be more creative. You would be a well-educated lion not the well-trained one.

Your school could be a better place.

But, Is that possible?

Yes its possible only if you are a day-dreamer!

Life in each Moment!!

“Live in the life of moment!”

Every time it ticks a second, you are losing a moment- the moment that can’t be called back. You are literally slipping away your life. Life is a compiled book of these numerous moments that may or mayn’t have a connection among one another. But its sureshot that each moment comprises The life within it.

See, the moment that lasts not even for a second has a whole lively life; where you born and die simultaneously. Are these precious moments caught or let slip away? Fine, it’s up to you.

Dare  not to live through the same routine and call it a life. Dare to live in fractions of second. Dare to live millions of life in a lifetime. Every second it passes, you lived a life and you gonna  enjoy another.

Dare to be a firm player!

Butterfly!!

           “She made me realize that I wasn’t there.”

For my whole life, I chased a butterfly- tried to catch her but everytime I failed.

She came from distant away, roamed around my petals, sat on them and withered me. I thought, I had the power to make her attract towards me. I was wrong- completely wrong. She came to sit on me because she was in need. However, I was immensely pleased at the very moment. Just her momentary sitting arouse me heavenly feelings. I felt as if I was lost in paradise. That eternal joy- I wanted to pack up in a box and close for millions of days to come. I never wanted it to be ceased. I wished to make the butterfly stuck with me forever. But, it never happened.

After a while, she flew away. I tried to run after her but I realized my arms were not long enough to get her. I hadn’t grown up. I saw her flying away flapping her wings- flap flap. I couldn’t help myself than watching her going.

She went and sat on the next flower. I envied it. I wished to uproot it and break into hundred and hundreds of pieces. But I could do nothing.

Once again, I saw her coming towards me. As previously, she sat on me but this time hurriedly. She wrapped herself with my huge colorful petals. Holy Christ, that was the best feeling ever. I knew, she had been attacked by enemy and had come to be saved. Whatsoever the reason was, I was glad that she chose me. And again, she flew away. Once again, she left me with heavy-heart. I, one more time, missed her mocking signal.

After that, she never returned back. I reckon, her swerving had bid a goodbye, which I couldn’t see. One more time, I lost her. I tried to lose myself to be found by her but it remained as a mere wish. Though I lost myself, she didn’t come to search for me.

I closed my eyes not to get a sight of her but I couldn’t close my heart not to feel about her.  All I saw was a butterfly- she remained only as a butterfly!

Lost in society!!

“You were never born. They never let you to born.”

“Son, who will you be, when you grow up?”

“Albert Einstein”

“Great doctor”

“Engineer”

“Scientist”

“Ronaldo”

“Prime minister”

These used to be the replies when we were little kids. We did have different and vast visions.  We didn’t know what doctor means, nor we knew how to be a doctor, but as we saw a doctor dressed in fancy clothes, driving a luxurious car, each time praised by our parents and we made a mindset “I will be a doctor.”

We were the birds flying freely in the open sky. We had great dreams. Really great. We had the eagerness to make man fly in air, to make great discoveries, to earn huge amount of money, to lead the country, to be a great businessman, to be the best soccer. We were unknown to this world.

Whatever we used to see, we didn’t observe, we just saw it without any filter.

But, as we grew up, we became more and more familiar with this wordly living. We became conscious of where we were.

We started to be mature. And then, slowly our dreams narrowed. Although our interests expanded, real interests narrowed. We started to see change. We metamorphosed. We tried to fit in the society. We, then, began to think as the rest thought. We wore, as others were wearing. We listened to the music, which others were listening. We discovered our hobbies as others were having.

We got to know new places, that were visited centuries ago. We saw an old face but didn’t recognize it. We didn’t see a known face in stranger land, rather we saw a stranger face in known land. We followed the others.

Our likes and dislikes were conditioned by others. Anyhow, we made an escape and went to fit timidly in the society. Our dreams changed, aspirations changed. We lost ourselves. We chased through the path, that had been paved by others.

We were not “we”. Neither we were “them”. Tragedy is, we were no one. We were neither at this bank, nor at the other. We were at the middle of a river, on a small boat. Even it was rented. We didn’t have the guarantee of our living. Flood would destroy us anytime.

Time passed so quickly that we even didn’t realize we were changed. We even didn’t get to know where we were standing.

We did, what others said and asked for their own benefits. We became what others wanted to see us. We didn’t take risks. We feared of others. We feared to stand alone. We feared to hear our inner callings. We feared of everything. We were lost-Lost in the society.

And eventually, we saw an old man with white hair in the mirror and realized we played it safe. Life was over.

Then, we just did a single task- regret! Regret of following the crowd blindly, regret of not doing what we could do, regret of not being true to ourselves, regret of craving, regret of not taking risks, regret of playing it safe, regret of choosing.

In a nutshell, we regretted of not living the life that we have always dreamed of. Summing up, we didn’t live at all. For the whole life, we followed and followed and followed.

And at the deathbed, we made a single wish “I may go back to relive my lost life again.”

Friendship!!

Sometimes, we feel as if we are dead. Completely down.

We can’t stand on our own feet. The world becomes miserable and so does our life. We become rigid stone to be moved ahead. Our dreams shatter. We lose everything. Past and future merge into the present and we travel into the single time, this time, this misery. We become a lone tree in a dense forest.

Nobody gives a hand of support. We, then, are isolated. Everyone turn their faces seeing at us.

We walk a lonely road. Then there comes, these As to accompany us, to guide us, to be a part of our misery. These As– special persons – the god’s messenger. They come like the breeze and sweep away our agony.

These As don’t let us down again. They help us to hold the umbrella. When they see us swimming, they jump into the water without caring about the depth of water. They trust us. They care for us.

On the other hand, sometimes we are immensely cheerful. Our happiness exceeds the boundary. We feel like dancing on the road. And then we see a cheerful face coming to share our happiness. Again these As come and make us realize that real joy lies within us.

Or sometimes we’ve just ordinary life. We move on as the time passes. And again As come like wind and stuck to our life. They compel us to think out of the box.

In one or other way, these As come to our life. These special people. These special friends. They become the important gadget of the life. The leave an un erasable mark, for which we are indebted for our whole life. They don’t judge us. Whatsoever the situation is, they never forget to endeavor to bring a smile on our face.

We row the same boat, but yet the boat moves ahead cause we don’t row in different directions.

A text of ‘good morning’ is enough from them. That makes our day better. They make us feel as if we have known to them from centuries ago. They make us feel the worthiest person in the whole world. They don’t question about our past, neither worry about future. They make our present presence.

They don’t care what we’ve been for; they care what we’re for.

These As don’t ask why we’re crying, they simply join our crying. They sob. They and we, together climb the tree but the one who reaches the top is us. They remain below us to hold when we fall down. They sit with us at the middle of a big desert and listen to our gossips. They don’t get bothered. Perhaps they pretend of not being.

They needn’t have to reply to our talks; just only listening excites our heavenly feelings. We needn’t have to ask them for favor. They complete it before asking. They are our mind reader. They never betray us. Even their betrayal happens to be for our own sake. They never let us feel we’re alone.

However, they sometimes are not less than Charlie chaplain. They make us laugh the hell out of us. They call during our class hours just to make our phone seized. They make us feel jealous. They make us feel angry. But above all they are our friends. Our companions. They deserve it.

Being an introvert, I never am able to make much friends. I am not among the tagged ‘sociable people’. I admit it. I don’t make friends because I fear that I’ve to converse with them.

And they can’t understand what I’m talking and I can’t get what they are saying. I am afraid that I may make them bored. I am afraid that I won’t be able to sustain our friendship much longer. I am afraid that I might make their days nasty. And then, all remains is me, only me!

However, I have been able to make a bond between few people. My amigos. My As. Maybe lord created them for me in this fantasy world. Maybe they have been asked to help this idiot in this strange land.

I feel lucky to have these As. I am terribly pleased 😉 Thank you for being a firefly in this dark night. I am not gonna leave you alone.

Love you my freaky idiots! My stars!!!

She!

Baby, I love you. I love the all of you. Each and everything of you. Just let me love like that. You’re mine. Completely mine.

I don’t need to hear about the angels from the fairy-tales. She is just here, in front of me, closest to me.
I want you. I need you.

I want you to hold my hands and walk miles and miles ahead. I want you to grab me and push me in the water, though I may be hydrophobic.

I want you to call me idiot. I just want you to be mine. My dream girl! I want ya’ to be pictured in every fairy-tales.
Do me a favor. Hold me tightly till I forget I’m in your arms. Give me a hug that will vanishes my pain, that I will see my mirage in your eyes, that I will lose myself to be found by you.

Oh, dear! Let me like you, the way you are.
Just come and sit beside me. Just be that sole moon that imparts the light from sun to show my path in the darkest of dark. Just be that rising sun to give me a hope to live. Just make me your slave.

Tighten my neck with the rope of your love and pull me. Be my master. Help me to roam around and see you in front of me, see you engraved our name in every stone that we walk by.

Let me be the mirror of you. Crying when you cry and smiling when you smile. Dashingly soft!
Let me clear the debt of your love.

Let me be the reason for your smile. Let me be the rain when you thunder. Let me be the warms rays of your morning sunshine. Let me capture the dancing picture of you. Let me be the smell of you; flower blossoming. Let me….Just let me!
May we sit at the end of a meadow and observe the lowland below us. May we be the two neighboring stars in the bright sky and watch the clouds floating below us.

May we be the ripples in water. May we dream the same dream and share one another’s as if it was different.

May we be Mr.Romeo and Ms.Juliet.
I wanna be you. Your reflection.

I’m gonna imitate the way you speak. I wanna be the wind and touch your lips. Honey, be as you are.

You’re already my imagination.
C’mon, let’s make our love story to be remembered in millions of days to come!!