SOURCES OF DECEPTION

The Source of love- Detachment
The source of calm- Chaos
The source of togetherness- Separation
The source of knowledge- Arrogance
The source of Heights- Lowliness
The Source of Hope- Despair
The Source of Divinity- Ignorance
The Source of Life- Death
Together these sources play the game of human mockery
In unification they strike the trick we fall for
Poles apart they seem while each reflects the other
Well we are Humans….Sometimes Ignorance is what we stand for.

KILL YOUR SOUL

She was lying there. Lazily. A gloom filled the air. She looked at the clock standing on the shelf next to her. 4.50 pm. The day was not over yet. She half sat on the bed. It made a creaky sound. Finally, some sound!
She looked through the window. First day at work. It was scary, challenging, painful. She had promised to do well. Her mother had instructed her to perform well. She had left her till the work place as it was her first day today. But she didn’t step in.
Her final steps were hers completely. Once she walked in fear creeped into her system. Breathe in deep. Breathe out in one blow. Yes…It was getting better. Finally work started.
It got over faster than normal. Guess it was realized that it was her first. It wasn’t supposed to be known. But it quite helped.
7.30 pm. The evening had a chill today. She felt different. She felt confused. She felt employed. She touched her profits. She felt soulless. And then she finally cried remembering what her mother said without looking into her eyes when she was leaving her at the doorsteps of that workplace for the day- Kill your soul. It won’t pay more than the body you are just about to sell.

A NAMELESS CITIZEN

Just smiled as I stepped out of my home,

Just enjoyed that fast moving train,

Just let my hair fly in that speeding bus

Just laughed as I sat in that theatre called Fame.

Just grabbed my favorite burger at that joint,

Just rejoiced the seaside calm,

Just soothing my senses across the grass at Joggers,

Just hoped and skipped as I played my favorite game.

I am doing as much I can,I am gathering my happiness- it’s a tricky lovable catch.

I am practicing each day as my last day today,

It took a terrorist to teach me that.

I don’t know if I should thank him,

Or should I curse his being every moment,

Where will I go…What shall I do?

I am scared in my own land…I am just another nameless Indian citizen