MAJESTIC MUSINGS

When limits of miseries exceed and reservoirs of my patience deplete, When  there's nothing left to believe, then so numb I feel. When prospects of peace are blur, in environment savage conflicts often spur, When the deep wounds take centuries to heal, then so numb I feel. When rationalism dies a slow death and superstitions flourish under religious sheath, When massacres happen in frantic zeal, then so numb I feel. When tools and filthy utensils replace toys, drunkard father's abuse take place of lullabies, When it becomes a luxury to have three meals,then so numb I feel. When unheard voices are silenced in wombs, innocent girls are raped inside holy tombs, When humans are inferior and an animal becomes a great deal,then so numb I feel. When sorrows become a daily routine and money can't give life its lost sheen, When moments of joy become the only thing that i wish to steal,then so numb I feel. When there's oceans of things to say in mind and on...

            We all grow up from tiny toddlers to young adults. With the passage of each day we become more rational and intelligent.              Recall those days when you struggle learning alphabets. Remembering days of week and months of year was a gigantic task back then. And now you have mastered science, literature, mathematics and what not? You weren't able to dress up yourself and now you have become independent adult. Oh My God!!! You have grown up to a more intelligent, capable, rational and superior being. Really? Is growing physically, financially and mentally a true growth?               Just once again look back and think of  your tiny version, who had super big dreams and compare it with your today's intelligent self whose life is stuck between career and family.              That tiny underdeveloped version of yours had wanted...

I would catch you later, saying this I left my joys and plays, Because I have to finish my work that I can't delay. They said all right do come soon we would be waiting, But don't forget us in your rat racing. Oh! How could I forget you? You were always been my desire, I would be working so that plenty of you I can acquire. I would visit you once I get out of this mayhem. Then I missed them a lot and daily dreamt of them. Daily countless hours I worked and worked so on, I even forgot sense of dusk and dawn. With tired eyes I slept, that even dreams didn't bother me, Calmness had been crumbled, only anxiety and rush smothered me. Fantasies and desires then became things of past, Thanks to harsh realities that made me so aghast. Eyes were darkened and face wrinkled, Notion of beauty I forgot, a little fragrance I haven't sprinkled. I lost sense of fatigue and pain, I did the same work again and again. One day...

Walking on this thorny path my feet are bleeding, The soul inside me is bitterly weeping. Asking me, why you chose the toughest of the tough? Barren, dry, lifeless and rough. Didn't you have choice to walk on lanes of flowers, Or fly high in glittery galaxies full of stars? Or you have developed any love for pain, And struggling mindlessly like an insane. No I am not an insane, Nor do I have any ardor for pain. And Thank God!!! I never had those choices, Then how could I have enjoyed these melancholic rejoices? Because I know the more I bleed now, the lesser I will in real war of life, The cushiony feet and velvety wings of them can't stand this strife. Dreamers never sleep and sleepers can never dream, a dream of success, The more struggle and sweat you sow, the more riper and brighter fruit you harvest. Everything in this world has a price, and I am paying it for dreams of mine, The sun has to burn itself only then it can shine. Comforts lead yo...

In a chilly cold morning,filled with darkness, waiting for dawn, I leave my cozy blanket,to get warmth from the knowledge that is yet unknown. I wake up even before the sun to witness twinkling stars of morning, And strive even after it sets to end my mournings. I watch my peers playing and enjoying with delight, And I feel the playful kid inside me had long ago died. He died at the time he was born, Because that wasn't a kid but a girl meant to be blown. She grew up with the fear of something hallucinating her always, Very shy ,depressed and nervous; happiness and calmness were miles away. She was mentally very mature than her age, Because she was in and her childhood ran away from that cage. But still burying all this in grave of her heart she smile, She never wanna let anyone know that behind this strong personality there's a soul fragile. She knew she had no choice but to strive, Life is a sea of thorns to ...

I am getting confined within myself, The outer world's gigantism will dilute me, and my concentration will fell. Our thoughts always clash, Our ideas can never match. Their words are pristine and divine, And each saying of mine is a crime. Because come what may, majority always win, Being a voice of change is more than a sin. So why should I become a criminal? Let me wander as an ordinary civilian. I am contented with the Universe I have inside me, Here my ideas, my thoughts always brings pride to me. Here no boundary limits me, No false bounds and morals cements me. I am happy to be an introvert, As I have found much more about my own world. Rather than foolish gossips about people unknown, I have gained knowledge that will make me renown.                 

           Oh! What is this "Educated Illiterate" ? Who is this? This is me. This is you and many of us.  We have degrees, we have tags but what we don't have is knowledge. I am a "proud" science student. Proud of choosing science stream, proud of being topper. But being topper doesn't guarantees that I am intelligent. But I am intelligent.Yes I am, but my intelligence has been transcended. I am neither an IITian nor a part of any reputed institute. I am a " MIDDLE CLASSian" who goes to a regular college, with middle class faculty. We are taught different things and their proofs and are instructed to do them all to score best, but where is my conceptual knowledge. It is lost somewhere. I am struggling hard to get into depth of all this but I can't.            Let me share with you a story. There is a friend of mine, educated from a government school of a village. She lacks conceptual knowledge but is very hardworking. S...