Wednesday, November 5, 2014

We the slaves!

We are living in times where by means of ever more effective means of mind-manipulation, the democracies are changing their own meaning. 
We live in a world where we have started depending on a system which is based on brainwashing the masses with series of propaganda. 
We have drugs that make us happy when we should be sad. We forget that there is a reason why we are sad and we need to know why that is happening to our body. 
The scariest thing is controlling our mind subliminally on the basis of data out of Internet searches, pages we go to, things that we click on. 
We just fuel their power with every product we buy. Funny that we find their product useful but don't realize they are only distractions. 
Are we loving to be their slaves forever? 

Sunday, September 14, 2014

The Stream - Kashmir Flood - #KashmirFloods

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Stay strong

Such helplessness! I felt it while I was away from home in 2008 and while being caged inside my home for months in 2010. Even in the holy month, the bludgeon continued. 
Whatever is happening today in Gaza (and whatever happened there during 2012) gives me the same impuissance after watching the insensitive arrogant oppressor pushing an entire civilian population to the brink of annihilation. Such insensitivity when non-combatants are massacred with impunity is nauseating (I won't talk about the violation of so-called Humanitarian law/s). 
The hypocritical silence and inactiveness of the ones who could act against this onslaught is deplorable but it is encouraging to see countless individual voices of concern around. At least hearts are drifting in one direction. 
More strength to the brave souls of Palestine!

Saturday, June 28, 2014


 The blazing day eventually gives way to a calm sunshine.  

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

The bolt!

Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work. - Mark Twain

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Fallujah babies

As I wrote along, a swarm of words demanding justice gathered around my notebook, all expecting to be called upon. I penned down these few lines giving an idea of the extent of brutality, humanity will unleash on itself. I couldn’t muster courage to post images along as these lines were enough to pass a shiver down my spine.
These babies don’t belong to Fallujah only. Their ownership lies on us with each passing day when silence seems to be emerging as the winner.
The image of this Iraqi child with six fingers is taken from an article by Dailymail.
I am a cyclope
a chunk of flesh
dead before I am born.
Mother did wait for whole nine months to see my face,
her endless wait to cuddle me, 
to hold me in her warm embrace.

The first glimpse of mine ruined her world as I was dead before being born.
I couldn't even relate myself to the remotest of aliens, 
living beyond the essence of time.
I was made a scapegoat while in the womb.
They couldn't win us, couldn't defeat us, 
So, they sowed our soil with bombs
 to cultivate the progeny as scary as me.
They created me out of little ingredients of war, hatred and Depleted Uranium.
They contaminated our lifelines with their bad bombs.
Here I am as a question mark for the whole humanity that preferred silence instead of life.
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