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The staircase.

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Staircase spiralling up to the heaven or descending down to hell?

Taking you to the top or to the bottom of the well?

 

Reaching up for your dreams or treading on someone’s dwell?

Lifting the spirits or making them scream and yell?

 

Helping someone climb or pulling down, only you can tell!

Laughing while climbing or crying when you fell!

 

Looking up in sweet anticipation or looking down with fear of unwell?

Initiating action or waiting lazily for the gong of the bell?

 

Climbing up or climbing down, hold tightly the hand of integrity, don’t let your soul sell.

Protect it with trust and love, conceal it in tenderness and faith’s shell.

 

And if you choose to reach the top, be like a beacon to the ships in the ocean swell.

Guiding them to safety of home, bidding troubles farewell.

Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal

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Chasing time

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That time of year is here. Nostalgia personified. Time to count blessings, looking back and pondering what all happened. What all could not happen and what all could have happened.

As if it were just yesterday, the same day, the same time. Same flowers blooming, same migratory birds nesting, same temperature, rain, snow, chill in the air.

Like a flash it went by! Every wish sent to people, like it was written yesterday. The same parties, thankfully  surrounded by the same people. Some new additions surprisingly seeming like old acquaintances. Same cheer in the atmosphere.

Same emotions wreaking havoc. The same homeless, cold people on the roads stirring deep emotions within the soul. Same sense of helplessness, restlessness and pain.

Same sense of joy and pride watching your children grow. Love, companionship amongst young and old in the family. Same sense of gain when a new member arrives in the family. The extreme sense of loss felt like a huge void, everytime remembering those lost.

Years passing by one at a time but like on a speedboat, zooming past. Memories merging into each other like a dream, senselessly mixing people , events from past and present together.

Like a joyride, rollercoaster years, same posts, photos, comments, likes on the social media. The decorated Christmas trees, the dancing , singing , drinking, New Year’s Eve parties. Identical situations yet…

The year is brand new, time lapsed, 12 months gone, countless breaths drawn. Mind absorbing pain and pleasure like a sponge. Countless moments lost, countless moments acquired. Bonds formed and broken, relationships strengthened, weakened.

The familiarity of “Sameness” embracing in comfort. The excitement of unknown giving sense of adventure. Family, friends giving  love, hope and the strength to go on. Go on chasing time!

History

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History peeping coyly through windows of far forgotten forts, palaces and temples.

Doubtful of how it is remembered, how it is twisted, how it is incorporated to attract, serve tourism.

Standing its ground for centuries, committed to the river that once embraced and washed its feet now swallowing sins of people. Being worshipped so that it would keep cleansing their souls while they pollute her.

Remembering the tenderness with which the sculptors chiselled each design, caressing, worshipping each goddess they carved.

Rustle of the silk of Queens, following their feet. Soft tender, adorned with heavy tinkling anklets.

The sound of the brass bell just before she entered the temple. Remembering the fragrant, colourful flowers she offered  with her eyes closed and soul awake, pure, in reverence.

The blinding reflection of swords shining mercilessly in the first light of the Sun, metal and water of river turning into gold alike.

How it was, how it is remembered now, how was it written by whom? How it was kept true and intact, how it was changed! History like an old lady remembers helplessly, peeping through the windows of palaces, forts and temples.

Virtual illusions.

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Illusion refers to ” something that deceives by producing false or misleading impression  of reality.”
In today’ s world, when social media is at its pinnacle, people, young or old are convoluted in a never ending maze of illusions.

Illusions arising from the desire of an individual to be a part of something.Social medias have groups,groups which comprise of all kinds of relationships.School mates, college mates, colleagues, neighbours, family members, cousins. Worst of all , bunch of strangers, tied together like a rope by some common interest.Think about an acquaintance and you can accommodate that person in a particular group.

The reason behind this culture is the basic need of a human to belong. To belong to someone, to belong to a particular niche.The need of a person to believe that they are wanted and are of value  to someone, anyone.

How real is this sense of belonging, and how much of it is mere mirage?

A blast of personal information, photographs,opinions are exchanged between people everyday.This regular food for brain creates the most deadly illusion.
You see a bunch of faces, that you remember from childhood, or  faces you see every day but do not connect to on a personal level, or faces of people you know inside out. Their images, their photographs, their opinions, their advice, their sense of humour bombard our brains  everyday creating the illusion of familiarity.
Familiarity which may or may not be real but misleading impression of reality. For those faces  are imprinted on our conscious everyday.
This familiarity  creates an illusion of ” idea of a person” in our brains . Imaginary persons are formed in the  subconscious, they are actually real  people but their behaviour, their characteristics  are moulded as per our own likings, only the faces remain the same and the subconscious gives birth to a new individual.
One must stop for a second and ponder, if these people you have formed an ” idea of” are real! Is one really  safe in the  virtual company of such dual individuals, whom we assure ourselves we know yet are stranger to.