Harmed in the sphere of biased lives I crept inside
Knowing not the untamed struggle ,I harness my enemies easily
Like a serpents venom and a child’s heart I lived
Facing the blank space of my own desire for venegence
I struggled and struggled victory and death together I pretended
I was a strong window of bolted chains of sorrow
Until I laid my head down under the blank space .
Let me reach to you
I am a devil
Don’t do right , do wrong
I am the opposite.
Who has measured your birth?
Pictures and few faces!
Ask them ,do they have a note
Of their own doings?
You are sleepless,thinking of light
Its dark away , now you are a devil
A stranger to good,let it go
World is full of bullies,you be your
Own doing, push them steal them away from the moment
Now is time to flourish,be strong
Pluck all the Eden’s and dance
Forget about the snake you saw last
Enjoy in the black death of past
Death ,came so fast
You wandered like a shroud
You wore it on your ongoings
Like a king in the war.
The graffito of life lies with lord
Being a lark my body rises up ,
It sees the sun rising; praisng the world
Eyes close:light is bright ,
My area between the two eyes; feels sick ,
Something pierces it deep down. ,
Not a bildungsroman, but epic on my life
I watch him struggling to get out ; but din stops him,
Birds chirp , nightangle sings
Why then only my heart cries out loud?
I doze off with the blanket of night,
Owl is left in me , not a man ,
I am now perfect, unaware of false
Only correct dwells me not the conscience ,
Peace is what suits me
And not pain,
Because even night is the purest
Let alone the light glowing,
I am both larks and owls
I am both light and night,
If only I fail in being
Is the human that I lack to be .
She was having goosebumps and I as an intruder could watch inside of her eyes that dreamt and had been dreaming of the old fairy tale . I wondered :was the Lord biased? Or was He giving? And I had a sigh that was unheard by the crowd .
Aeroplane flied high touching the cover of sky, sky what to say about it . It is magnificient, it is filled with charm but like the land covers the element of inequality high up above .She was watching either the plane or the birds , but she was watching high . Though living in a place where dust and home are equilant , where the purification is no word and where people call the place the slums . But still she looked high at the sky .I went to her as a friend , and a questionaire that was set up by herself , and my conscience . I wanted to ask her what inspired her to look upto the sky and that height without blinking and with continuity . With these questions overflowing my heart second thoughts arose , as to what would be her reaction , what would be her attitude . But then I let it go and approached to her . I remember she was wearing a torn skirt and a skinny shirt and looked mal-nourished . She was black in complexion and her hair was more beautiful than the fake hair actresses wear .
“HIE , I said and she smiled with the circle of silence that seemed to never end . I broke the silence for I had to ask her and I said :how have you been , my little girl ?
I dont know had she seen in me some familiarity or positivity that she started playing with my hair , started touching my accesories which I wore and gave me smiles all this way .she then started , my name is Lilly , and I live here . I saw you watching me the heights of sky and plane but I can only see and imagine for I cant buy the pen . I was day dreaming about my sitting in that airplane and what more flying it myself . A fairy land had evolved me in the day . I have heard that fairy tales occur mostly at nights but for me day and nights are all same . I am never exposed to anyone but when you came and smiled at me you actually took me out of the fairy land and reality came back to me with a blink , blink that was missing at the begginning .I cannot fly in the sky nor I can travell in plane the thing I can do is sit at one place and watch the heights . That moment she had a call from a woman who was maybe over hearing us . Or maybe who was her mother and at that moment I had a grudge cum question to lord ;
“Creator of us, all merciful , but then why to her the sky is fairy tale and why to us the death? “I had a sobbing and prayed for the protection of the fairy tale of the little girl . ..
Clean it looked from far ,
all set for a war
the naive was standing in front .
while protecting the king .
They started with a move
struggling with a storm of plots
some started with their own ,
but some got lost .
Many got killed and many lost
but the victorious wasn’t always the one having crown
its about how wisely you play it
its about how safely you win it .
Deceptions and challenges are the basics
different ranks and one departure
all are set for being victorious ,
for who loves to be a loser .
I was a king in the beginning of mine
deceptions made me a mere tank
love made me a crosser
the queen was the one who made me a horse !!.
If ever I was asked about the one complicated machine that had been ever created my vote would go for the human body not because I belonged to it’s category but no airplane,no telescope,no helicopter is as complicated as the human beings for there are many reasons.
FIRST: first of all the structure is to be praised.How beautifully is it set up.Which engineer,or which scientists would have come across the idea of making a structure that is easily enough to control the world. The eyes that could see the creations of almighty which are so magnificent that even the encyclopedia would fall short of the words.who would have ,other than the God HIMSELF !
SECOND: comes the gift bestowed to the human i.e life. Ever pondered about what life is basically?who created it by what intentions?Encyclopedia and thesaurus defines the life as that thing that is alive.but how far is it reality?because even an alive person is dead while he is asleep..but then what is reality?
THIRD:gift of emotions.The roller coaster ride of emotions that human always fights with is the third miracle.what is anger?what is smile?what is euphoria?what are the other jumble groups of many more constant emotions are another set up of miracles that this difficult machine the human body is bestowed with.
FOURTH: struggle,struggling in life is the biggest gamble a human being does in the period of his existence.struggling with anything ranging from work,status ,position,rank or even life while fighting with deadly diseases. Struggle has been there for the poor and rich it sees no status hence its stagnant not shrinking.
FIFTH:‘death‘.human being is born,and raised .it is build up and it shrinks though for others life moves on.but for the individual it is the same story.life is an illusion that seems so beautiful but closer it comes heart wrecked it leaves a person.
Summing up this essay I would conclude that no machine other than human body is as complicated as it is because no machine dies in the end as this does .