TERRIFIED : Me Myself & I

Turning and Turning in the widening gyre.

The falcon cannot hear the falconer.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

(WB Yeates- The second coming)

We have reached a stage in history where words have become weedy to fight the menace of terrorism. The tragedy is that terrorism seldom offers any option and has bloomed like a black lotus to become the devil in display. Scary scenes broadcasted in the media show our mass in a state of siege, powerless and mute, reconciling to the events unfolding with trepidation. Are terrorists the devilish smoke we churn out from the factory of democracy? I begin to doubt.

People in this century are in a mad scramble to swallow more beliefs than they can digest. Like cripples we cling to our beliefs desperately like dear possessions. Chekhov‘s prophesy seems more true now than ever- “Man is what he believes”. Animals have fought for food, for territory and for mates, but never before have animals engaged in deadly battles to preserve one set of beliefs over another. The stronger the belief, the greater the intolerance.

Nothing is easier as to delude oneself. When are we going to remove our blindfold of beliefs? What we need is well said by Betrand Russell –“What is wanted is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out, which is the exact opposite”.

Pessimism prevails. I am scared whether sanity is soon going to be a silly slogan. Whither our salvation?

Chocolates and Kisses

What more would she like
Other than those sunsets
And dreams laced in her eyes
Sweet tender wishes
I know there is always something
Like those add-ons
That we found in the twilight
Window shopping
Admiring those curled tresses
At the road side cafe
The little unsaid tastes
Looking hard
It was time
For the stars
In your wistful eyes
Those glimpses
To remind me
Of chocolates and kisses!

He .

He cannot “tempt” to virtue as she does . He wants her to learn to walk and must therefore take away His hand; and if only the will to walk is there He is pleased even with her stumbles. He is not deceived, Wormwood. Every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.♫ He, not events, have the power to make him happy or unhappy today. He can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. He has just one day, today, and he is going to be happy in it.