Camouflage of life

What makes us humans? Is it the ability to feel? Is it the ability to empathize? Or is it the ability to think? With the world rotting in its own rot, the spirits killed, tortured and drowned, the hell has risen above the grounds and in all its eruptive glory it is showing the truth of all things good. It's all dying. At the end it doesn't matter if you are rich or poor. It doesn't matter if you are gay or straight. Your religion, caste, ethnicity is all a result of the earth and air around you. And in the course of 100 years and less, every single step you take gets you to the only destination. The rush, the panic, the fight. What exactly are we chasing? Nothing will ever be enough. It's a human nature. Grow fonder today and throw it out tomorrow, that's the life of every toy a human ever plays and gets bored with. But the charade that we create to first get that toy and then to get rid of it is extraordinary. Slaves of emotions and c...

We are all surrounded by ghosts. The ghosts of our expectation.The ghosts of our past.The ghosts of the future we think we could have. But the one that haunts us for all our life is the ghost that we can never be rid of. It is the ghost of our disappointments... It stands in every corner and walks with you every step. It stops you in your track when you want to take a leap of faith. It threatens to grow bigger when you put your hopes on something. But when you listen to one of your ghosts the other creeps up to haunt you. You think you can escape but there is no escaping. The heart can yearn but not escape cos even if you find an escape there are faces of those few which will come in front of you and make it difficult to run away and forget. I could never understand what is tough? To live as one's will or not to live up to someone else's expectation. Every time I close my eyes I see faces I have disappointed. Amidst it I see myself looking at me with question...

The stars were shining everywhere...but somehow, the glitter in those eyes was mesmerizing.

Somehow the hands betray me. My mind is thinking thousand of thoughts but not one of them are being written down by my hands. Its a time to pause.