Death of a poet

The process is a flow

The reason unknown

Got to go low

To see how its done

The helpless screams

The nightmare dreams

To feel how it feels

To kill someone

To make him bleed

The innocent pleads

Till blood runs dry

The killers arise

To claim their prize

Dont be in surprise

To see those murderous eyes

its pleasure to them

they could not bear him

those black hearted men

even heaven rains

to wash the remains

nothing left now

just an empty soul

the world so cold

has reached its goal

killed the man

who once lived a life

of misery and sacrifice

but still he lived

rhymed a few words

a gift he received

when he found a few hearts

for a minute or two

they used to understand him

with a pat or two

they used to leave him

behind

never a second thought

in their mind

never they would rewind

those few minutes

emotional kind

but those few minutes

was all he needed

but still in his soul

for more he pleaded

for someone

for some more time

who understands more

than just words rhyme

but alas

his hopes were too too high

his drops of tear never dried

cruel the world

attacks the weak

attacks so quick

few moments of pain

a hell of blood reign

suck out emotions

dry it to the last drop

kill they kill

till all his rhymes stop

satisfied they leave behind

someone of their own kind

and search for the next man

arouse their lust of destruction

again in their short life span

prowling silent

in the cold night

with the newborn man

of their own kind

who searches with them

to continue the kill

to continue the will

of the black heart

wish he could come back

but never he will

never he can

the cut's too deep

his death was ensured

HIS POEM WAS WEAK.

Freedom

Switch on the system

Leave your fear

Turn on the volume high and clear

Let go the music

Out too loud

For it to reach onto the clouds

Revive your senses

They are so dead

Break all the fences

Run out instead

Don't stop yourself

from running free

Just start your track

i say 1 2 3

Run run

Fun fun

Just leave your bed

Run run

Fun fun

Run till u r dead

Just blank your head

Let memories fade

Don't make yourself

as heavy as lead

Just throw your load and run instead

Run run

Fun fun

Just feel the sun

Whats u thinking

just carry on

Free your thoughts

Let them flow out

new ideas in mind

Just Let them sprout

Break out..........!

Of

the meaningless rules

Made by some fools

Tell them that

here nobody rules

But now wait

stop

Think again

Now we are out

its our game

We make the rules

And play in our name

Some get fame and

Some get shame

But this is not the end friends

We will never be alone

New generations will come

To do it again
.

and continue to run

to continue the run.......

Man vs Life

Man as it goes 

is the most clever of them all,

not physically strong

but conquering them all.

Man vs man always inevitable.

Man wages wars

for greed insatiable.

Man wins,

man loses,

man slaves,

man chooses.

What man wants,

nobody knows it.

Over his deep dark core,

man paints peace lore.

Peace acquired through war.

But that piece of peace is superficial.

The war within is whats real.

Truth vs lies,

good vs bad,

keeps man sane,

makes man mad.

That never ending war,

what life is.

Scars after scars what it gives.

Some scars heal,

some scars peel.

Some put a mask and go on with it,

some try to mask and fail at it,

while some sell masks and gain from it.

But mankind is not that weak.

Once in a while rises a man.

Who needs no mask,

who does what he can,

who does have a plan.

Shows light to darkened souls,

becomes hope to one and all.

To achieve a certain goal

 in his stipulated lifespan.

But his idea, what his legacy is

It lives on and waits to see.

To see the rise again.

To see the new day begin

and wage the war of man vs life

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.

.

.

.

.

with hope for life to win.

The Lonely Girl

Life's unfair
Such a tricky affair
Here and there
Gives multiple dares
Made me aware
Of my many despairs

Sitting alone on a chair
Somewhere i stare
Just a glimpse i get
Of another soul
Similar to me..?
I felt my heart beat
stop for a minute...!
A second it was though
Time had stopped
as I nervously moved my feet
She looked back a bit
Beautiful she was
With her glass eyes
Covered with glasses
In open disguise
Her hair so straight
With brown stripes
Looked down mostly
When in my sight
People's noise surrounded us
A comfortable silence divided us
What can i do ? i thought
As i was collecting all my guts
To stand up and walk
Towards her
To say something or the other
Like in the movies they do
Start with a cheesy line or two
But in her eyes i saw
A sudden change
Searching she was
That was strange!!
It is a fake smile
Or was a fake sadness
Whatever it was
It ended my madness
My Legs stopped
Heart started
Eyes rolled
As a smile began to unfold
Glass eyes shattered
my glass dreams
I sat back
Calmed my inner screams
She was never alone
Of course not...!
A man walked to her
And she smiled and talked
I calmly got up
and paid my bill
Put a full stop to all the thrills
But i turned back
For a short stare
Met back with nothing
It was common ..not rare
Realizing again
As i left my chair

Life's unfair
Such a tricky affair
Here and there
Gives multiple dares
Made me aware
Of my many despairs

Man vs Machines

Creativity: what is it? 

The ability to produce something different, something fresh, like magic out of thin air. Poof! And thoughts converted to something: it materialized. People are the only ones capable of that: till now. 

If you think closely human’s creativity is often the result of his/her life experiences, beliefs and practices. There can’t be any output without certain inputs. Machines just don’t have that much inputs to be creative. Can they be creative if they had certain amount of data? Well thankfully we don’t have that answer yet.

When we compare ourselves to machines, we pride on creativity and emotions. We even accept imperfections to a certain degree to get the feel of a human rather than a machine. Do we really appreciate the quality of the product or do we empathize with the human creator? What if a machine was to judge the product. Well unless a pure machine (machine entirely created by other machines on their own volition, which would take input data on its own and would have its own principles and practices which it would decide by itself) is born/created, we can’t say, because we would be the ones to provide the judging logic and criteria to the machines.

Emotions, feelings, what are these, can these be defined, if these can be defined they can be designed. We still don’t understand emotions that well. We still don’t know why some people act the way they do in certain circumstances, while others react differently. Sometimes people would be selfish, sometimes they do selfless deeds without any expectations of returns, or do they expect, we can only speculate.

Emotions are used to bond with other humans. One human appreciates the beauty of emotions in the other human and they connect. All things can’t be said. Emotions are complex information compressed to simplicity and transmitted. Before the advent of language, emotions must be the primary mode of communication. With highly developed language structure, is it possible to overcome the need of emotions? What if we become self-sufficient with defined roles for everyone. The society will perform perfectly. Will emotions be obsolete in the future then? I believe our language is imperfect. What would happen if we develop a language so powerful that we don’t need emotions to convey information anymore.

Where would man evolve: to being more human or being more machine?

Where would machines evolve: to being more precise and more ‘machine’ or they would imitate humans?

Are we imperfect because we are still evolving or is there a reason for this imperfection?

The ultimate questions: Do we need imperfections anymore? I think the answer to this question can predict future a lot better.

What do you believe in?

Work

Wake up again
to the same sunrise.
A new day begins;
Ain't no surprise.
Go brush, shit, bathe.
Get ready for the day
Don't feel like it?
As if you got a say!
Walk, cab, bus
Any way you like
You can even crawl
You just have to be in time
For work
Till dark.

Work not yours: still work
Work not clear: still work
Losing whats dear: still work
Chased by fear: so work

People you see
People you hear
Will force your life
into unwanted steer.
Will still have to bear
Coz Deadline's near
and you don't wanna hear
From someone you fear
for it may cost you dear
although distractions lure
of intentions Impure
Gotta work
Till Dark

Work not yours: still work
Work not clear: still work
Losing whats dear: still work
Chased by fear: so work

Day's work over.. ?
Not Really!
Work Spillover?
Expectations bully.
Worked not hard enough:
I say to me truly.
When given another chance:
will dedicate fully
When roadblocks clear
Some efforts look silly.
But no one will observe
that carefully.
Only results matter to them
Naturally.
So, no choice
but to Work
Till Dark

Work not yours: still work
Work not clear: still work
Losing whats dear: still work
Chased by fear: so work

Indian Marriage

What do you expect from this article?

I will write about the customs and traditions of various Indian marriages?

Ironically I did exactly that. A 150 page report for my 10th grade English Project!

But in this case: Nope!

I am gonna bash some but that’s not all of it.

In earlier times, Indian society was divided on basis of caste, religion etc. People married within caste and religion, because it made sense, of course. Similar caste/religion people had similar practices, similar beliefs. It would be easier to live together without much difference and compromises. Indian families with all their experiences and wisdom used to look for the perfect partner for their children, which they knew would be better for them in long run. Ancient Indian youth accepted this procedure as normalcy and rolled with it. 

Well, this acceptance didn’t come all naturally. Society didn’t spare any strays. Severe punishments were inflicted on the ‘wrong doers’: the ones who brought 'shame' to the family. In some cases, they were punished by death too! People who used to abide by this ‘law’ set by the society, enjoyed this punishment of the strays. It was satisfying and rewarding to the way of life they chose: thus, inspiring newer generations to be under the law and never question it.

  

People are fickle...

They would never understand or even try to understand the true reasons behind the various rules and regulations set in society. They just blindly follow it because -

1. That’s what everyone does!
2. That’s normal, right?
3. If we don’t, we would be punished!

It’s much easier this way. The more people think and explore, the more they will be willing to experiment with the boundaries of the set rules: the only thing that the rule makers don’t want. It’s not that the rule-makers are real evil, they are just more intelligent than then the average Jack and they wanted to keep these Jacks and Janes under a structure which would be beneficial for these fickle souls in a way. But the problem arises when among them rises a person with specs above average.

All strays are not intelligent, but most intelligent ones are either strays or cowards. The cowards accept the rules and keep on going, but the others have the bravado to defy and stand tall against this huge force called 'society'.

With flowing time, the boundaries of caste and ‘gotra’ and religion started to fade into a blur. More and more people started questioning this ancient set rules, because of one simple reason: it didn’t make any sense in the modern society.

All Bramhins don’t go doing Puja now.

All Ksyatriyas don’t go fight wars.

All Vaishyas don’t do business.

All Shudras don’t clean shit.

Still the society with it's fickle humans would not dare question the obsolete rules. 

They are fine by rolling with it without questioning it. 

But halt!

How dare you not accept these rules that we do?

How dare you go against us?

How dare you try to enjoy freedom while we succumbed to society?

We will force you to be one of us lest you are in for suffering that would be ensured by us. 

Then arise the extremist groups who are the defenders of society and its rules. Everybody needs a life purpose and they got one. Now begins the relentless attack on the strays which can range from boycott, insult and all down to good old murder.

In a civilized society with educated parents, I still see no difference! The fear of society is deeply engraved inside the genes. I am sure even a new-born will cringe when you say ‘inter-caste’ or ‘inter-religion’. My logical educated parents just vaguely approved an honor killing! I didn’t know what to reply. I pitied them more than I was angry. They would suddenly turn off the logic part of their brain when it came to inter-caste or inter-religion discussion. They would dig up all the stories that had a failed marriage; bombard them on me in a hope to scare me off back into line. Futile.

I will explain, why many love marriages fail in India.

Try entering the mind of an average Indian lover. What are the things that go on inside that normal head when he/she is in love?

• Is he/she the right choice for me?
• Will he/she reciprocate the love back to me?

Wait, wait, wait!

This is going in the wrong direction. This goes on in every lover’s mind. What are the extra things that Indian lovers think?

• What caste/religion/gotra he/she belongs to?
• If he/she belongs to one different, or in case of gotra – same, will my parents allow the marriage?
• Should I abandon this relationship and go on and accept the society rules?
• What consequences am I gonna face for not going with my parents/society’s wishes?
• Shall I be able to handle it all?
• Would it be worth it?

Now tell me readers, with marriage and love having its own complications already, how well are they gonna phase out with some extra problems? And the problems are not a onetime deal. They would persist, the society will ensure that it will.

How many marriages would you think can survive all these and be successful? Hats off to the ones who do. But the rest pile up in the example list of the failures that is passed on to the next generation as a warning.

The war is on though. Not long now, 3 more generations later we may not see these practices except for some cults. Like the White supremacists or the Nazis with their obsolete ideologies faded into history which were once the raze during their times.

But wait a minute, did you notice something?

When we defy the inter-caste marriage because it didn’t make sense, we chose our own partner mostly from similar professions, because it makes sense of course, similar practices, similar knowledge, better understanding without much compromises. 

Sounds familiar?

Caste system morphed and we didn’t even notice.

The ancients were geniuses after all.