Hope

The well was deep, the walls slippery,

All around he looked, he could see only mockery,

The water dripping against the walls laughing,

The shiny walls looking at him and sneering.

He could not understand what to do, like a novice,

He looked up and put his hand in a crevice,

Tried to climb up but slipped, into the water splashing,

Frustrated, tired and angry, he started screaming,

 "What wrong did I do, O Lord?

Why have you put me in here, in this small pond?"

Tears in his eyes, hope faltering, he gave up

And accepted his fate, as he looked up,

Salvation

We are humans. Superior beings, intellectual beings, beings with the ability to talk and what not. Our so-called supremacy is our greatest treasure, we thrive on the concept of the superiority 'complex'. The reason behind this: we all have an inferiority complex. We have this need to show that we are better than others, no one is truly humble or modest, somewhere down the line, when we get a chance to show the person we hate the most, we grab it and show them, that we are better than them. All in vain.

Why? Because we have another concept in our minds which is closely linked to this complex. Hope, survival, salvation. Because in our minds, we have this illusion that one day, we will no need to be better than others, that one day it will be a better day than all the others and everything will be alright, that one day, being superior or inferior won't matter that one day, we will be satisfied and at peace.

This concept of salvation, is never overrated. No matter if the person has abandoned all hope, If that said person sees even a tiny ray of hope, of salvation, he will cling onto it and hold onto it for as long as he possibly can.

Humans, Companions....

Humans. That's what we are. We thrive on the concept of codependence and the false lie of independence. Now, while living our lies, we need people around us, colleagues, friends, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and parents. I have seen many a people live around this concept, this thing, that they like to call the concept of being 'alone' and while being 'alone', they aren't actually alone. They're there with a million more people(not literally), anyways, that's not what I want to say here.

What I want to say, is we need people, around us to thrive, and well, on one side I do agree that men can understand man-to-man problems better, women can understand these things better than men, owing to the fact that men tend to be more rough, carefree and not letting things bother them usually. But you know what, women tend to be sensitive, caring and more understanding than men can ever be.

You know, while your best male friend can help you get over a break up, on the other hand, the female best friend will help you live your life after the break up and can actually help to make it better, this is the best and most easily understandable example I can ever give and I am not pointing out to anyone.

Mumma's Boy

There was only one thing going through his mind. Pain. Unending, torturous, ravaging pain. He had been hopeful till now of his life and future, but now, everything seemed dark.  He was lying on the floor, the broken pieces of glass were small, but big enough to tear through his black shirt and cut into his back, he had dropped on the floor in distress, and the glass hadn't hit his back immediately, no, it had cut in when he had risen off the floor and banged back onto it, now blood was oozing onto the floor, making his back red and wet. His hands flat on the floor, the back didn't pain anymore, to him it was quite numb. He had loved his mother, now she was gone.

As if this wasn't enough, she didn't die a natural death, she had been killed, by her brother. Her brother was a maniac, a psychopath, he wasn't fit to be among the sane. He had been sent to a psychiatric ward for rehabilitation. His mother, was the only one in his life he had. He had never seen his father, he had left them when he was 5, to die, maybe, what sort of person does that to a wife with a child, who had been trained to be housewife all her life by her family, due to the orthodox values put into them by their ancestors. She had brought him up single-handedly, no help from anyone in this world, she vowed to herself that she would make her son an IAS officer, now she was gone and he was alone.

Isn’t it pointless?

Sitting by the table, Raj was playing with toothpicks. His friend happened to be sitting there as well, he noticed that, he saw, that he wasn't doing anything special with them, just taking them out and putting them in, randomly, he retaliated by telling him,"Raj, what the hell are you doing?"

"Having fun, bro."

"Isn't it pointless?"

Looking at the point in question, isn't kind of everything we do pointless, or does everything we happen to do have a point?

Let's take a few examples along with Mr. Raj's, let's take up something which has a point, a job for instance, a person doing a shift 24X7 at a consulting firm. Now, the purpose of this job is to provide good clientele for the firm, that in turn helps him keep him job and provides him with a good incentive/bonus, now his job already gives him money, so now, his job is to earn money. Now, the question, why does he want money? Let's assume he does not have any family, this removes the assumptions that he has to settle down, or provide a good home and conditions for his wife, or secure his future as a good father or take care of his parents, we'll come back to that later.

So, now he earns money for himself, but why? Just so that, he can survive on a daily basis, he earns more money for luxuries, and/or showing off his luxuries or social status.

Take Care, Bro

Afternoon. Two friends were sitting alongside the banks of a lake in Hauz Khas Fort. It was pretty usual for them to hang out, just the two of them, they considered themselves brothers, discussing the 'petty' woes of their daily life, they felt better, as it felt that they could open up to someone, just to express, maybe, sometimes take advise and change few things, to make their life better.

They remind me of every single human being in this world, every problem seems 'petty' once you have let it out of your heart and mind. Once you have learnt how to face it, it doesn't seem very problematic then. You see, deep down inside, everyone knows, that life is going to be tough, whether or not we wish for a better life is different.

Reason: We are afraid to do things, if we knew that life is good, we wouldn't be afraid to do anything. We get scared, we think, that we might not be able to do it, maybe that is a waste of time, maybe it will cause more harm than good.

This is all natural. We were given the power to think, or for the atheists, we have evolved over a period of time to gain this ability because we needed it, we required it. Everything we have or we could have or we use, can be put to a good use or a bad use, doesn't matter if the use is huge in terms of gain or loss. For example, one, we could use our laptops to download movies illegally, now that is a bad thing, maybe not that huge, but bad, or we could use the same laptop to pay for the movie and then download it, which is a good thing, two, we could use our books and study them for real, or we could just pretend that we are studying and later on fail, or worse, cheat in the exams, yes, worse, but that is a totally different thing.

The Mad Man

There was once a mad man in the town of Delhi,

His arms looked rotten and appearance sully.

He ran across the traffic and walked in empty parks,

Amusing were his antics, his stupid little quirks.

Never, O Never would he utter  a word,

But when he awoke from his slumber like a bird

In the night, he would chatter and patter with all his might,

His lips would speak of a tragic accident that occurred some night,

The night he lost whatever he had, someone would ask,

"Were you rich?" He would nod yes, but would add another spark,

"I lost money after that tragic event, because I lost my life,

He was my hope, my happiness, the only son of my wife.

He always spoke of not attending my funeral,

Because I was what he always had big or small.

Look God listened to his prayers, did he heed,

I lost him, now nothing do I need."

As drops of agony fell across his face,

My heart dropped down from its space,

This old man had faced the unnecessary,

God had put him in a state of eternal query.