Commotion of Emotions

A heart of stone is something that everyone has, something that at some point one creates himself. It is necessary, but only the brave shed their stones later on; what comes after is a beautiful gem - A transformation of a lifetime. Often people get so addicted to their stone hearts that they absorb it forever, covering themselves with an angry, raging shroud. People grow angry on things they cannot do for themselves - against themselves; The biggest barrier is the own soul, not something external. Hearts of Stone With hearts of stone we carry on, Weak imbeciles pretending to be strong, Cover the horrors with laughter or anger, Pretending to be intrepid to danger. But even hearts of stone need to moan, Not with comfort, but all alone, Tears in them the world shall never see, Even when they drown in the sea of misery. Hearts of stone eventually fall - joining other stones, After a wretched life of blood and bone, They are not easy to spot in

Another work of fiction, filled with subtlety, just as I would have it. A short narration through which I've tried to strike a balance between the importance of life and death. Hope you will like it. The Ghost At The Funeral I pushed open the colossal black doors and at once felt the chill that covered the well laid hall. Huge pillars and colourful glasses-windows could grasp a soul and contain it. But the affair that grasped my attention was the silence in a hall filled with an impeccably dressed mass. It was painfully silent some would like to say, but I would agree only with the silent part - it was not painful for me. I had no answers for where I stood or why I stood or even where I came from! All I knew was that I had to be there – some unheeded feeling from the inside told me this. What was more eerie was the fact that no one, even for once, looked at me. Not even a faint spell of inquisition on the masquerades of men and women. I stood at the door for some time

We have moments in our life, where everything comes to a still. Eerie, erratic and unprecedented moments, time consuming but necessary; ceasing and awakening. These are quite rigid and complex and feel like a trance. Awakening The world has stopped! No, you have paused; Standing inside the unstoppable flow, Starting at the sun go down, It's beautiful and hateful, It's joyous and sad, It's screeching and its silent, Perhaps the water is growing: Inch by inch-from the chest to the neck; Falling head over heels would feel better - Than standing inside the unstoppable flow, When you think the world has stopped! Trees growing from the sky, Birds flying into stone, Recklessness strolling the sky, Or perhaps you hang upside down. Drenched in the rain, Covered in the dust, Shivering in the blizzard, And all at once. Walking away sans footsteps, Maybe dancing in a trance, When you see birds flying into

It's funny how much we care and work for the things that the society wants us to have. Quite often, what we really want is lost in the search of something we don't want. This is a major reason for all the unnecessary debauchery in the world. Why is everyone angry when no one actually wants to be? The environment plays an important role in our moulding, but we are purely a product of our choices. Whatever we become, we have chosen for ourselves! And the funny part is, most people have become sad and not happy.   The Symphonies Of Hatred   The symphonies of hatred, Are not to be taken lightly. They make and they mar quick- And so, are valued highly.   For once upon a time was a boy, A boy who lived on ounces of joy, Veiled from the world among his toys, Unattended by worldly decoys. Decoys that would bring hate, To all who knocked at its gate!   He was inertly forgotten by family, But gradually lived through the tragedy, First struck by acrimony: W

Returning home after a long time is one of the best feelings in the world. No matter what the place, a home is a home. We think every time we return to the very same place but this assertion is quite wrong. Every time you return, you see a different place. No, the place is the same, what has changed is the way of looking at it. What has changed is you. Most certainly drawing away from things brings you closer to them.   Every time you visit your house after a long time, you have   new perception, a whole new take all for yourself and it is so beautiful, so overwhelming. And the best part is, there is only improvement - no degradation.     Fireflies   Are those fireflies? Etched above, in the dark sky? Sky as dark as lies, Lies pertaining to the scattered fireflies.   A numb sensation runs through my body, As I indifferently stare at the lights, Lights above the horizon- at greater heights, Heights not many would stand to fight!       S

Another piece inspired by deep thoughts and mundane questions. The Kinder Death “I want you to take care of someone, I want you to experience something.”, said a man in an immaculate dark suit. “What?”, James – barely twenty five – tried to push out words from his throat but all he could manage was this one syllable. “Yesterday someone”, he strained his brows, “misbehaved with me – sabotaged my vehicle. I want you to teach that person a lesson.” “Wh-What do you want me to do?” he stammered but got through his sentence. The man pulled out something from his pocket and slided it on the table, his palm was yet to release the content. He leaned forward, “Kill him.”, he whispered as he retracted his hand while looking deep into James’ frightened eyes. James took a huge gasp as he finally looked at the token he had been given. A small black revolver. That was his instrument and perhaps his salvation. He startled – a black colt on a wooden table with almost a dozen h

This story is a work of fiction, but is inspired and based on several proven facts. A work - a theory explaining the concept of the Creator. Some of it was my imagination and some of it inspired by  E rich Von Daniken's Chariot of Gods. A spy satellite called 'Black Knight' patrols the premises of our planet and we have no idea of its origin and working. Area 51 is an area in Nevada where an alleged underground base allegedly houses extra-terrestrial crafts and beings. Many such unexplained and hidden mysteries shroud our knowledge. And where there is no coherent explanation, there are theories to explain the anomalies. I do not wish to offend or hurt anyone's concept of a God, this is only fiction, an article written by an alien being who visited our planet millenniums ago.  How We Became Gods About 5000 zilons (12000 earthen years) ago we successfully landed on one of the few planets we know to harbour life. The planet, codenamed X13g was only discovered fortu

Many people have talked to me about they being only a part of the crowd. Where do they stand in the world? Walk out the door and you see so many like yourself. Every life you see is just as complex - if not more - than yours. We have been taught and we have learned that what is rare is of most value. But Life's not rare. Some lives stand at a few thousand   while others are worth billions. So where do we stand in this scale? Quite a saddening fact. So we change scale. What's a Life Worth What's a life worth, When there are so many living! Living? Or breathing I must say, Deluded into false believing. Yesterday I saw a man die, Pushed down the overcrowded train, No man to be accounted for his death, He had the platform covered in his brains; Crimson all over when the stampede was clear, People looked - they stared, no one came near. A friend of mine had a friend, Seldom talked - kept to himself, I read about him in the newspaper, '

This story is only a creation of fiction, but holds several realistic messages. I enjoyed writing this as it was unlike any story that I have written before. Hope you people will like it. The Good or The Bad Once upon a time, there was peace. Nothing existed but the Light and the Dark. Both communities thrived in their own aspects. The Light community was merry and nonchalant while the Dark found joy in intra skirmish. Nevertheless it was peaceful, because they lived indifferent to each other’s existence. Unknown to the existence of their nemesis, both declared each other the sole ruler of e verything there was or everything there would be. Everything was fine as they lived in their space, smaller than a marble, until one day. One fine day, originated a rumour from an untraceable source that they were not alone. Word spread around, like fire in a forest and soon the kings from both the realms were open to question. Words of unknown origin were now to shape th

Today everyone is basking in the glory of independent India. Celebrating its 69th independence day, and why shouldn't they? Independence was a result of high end struggle by brave souls who dared to transcend their fears. Not one or two, but an entire nation united by an unstoppable zeal - of being independent, of being free. But sometimes I wonder if India today is like what they had imagined it to be back then. What would they say if they were alive today? Are we independent today? Or are we only under the false expression of independence? Today lets not rejoice on our independence, today lets really think where we stand, today lets point out all the flaws in our system, in ourselves and then work hard to eradicate them! Today lets imagine a truly free India and work hard towards achieving it. From today onwards lets be the change we wish to see in the world. Thank You My Country Thank you my country For all that you have done for me; Moulded me into the man I am

There are so many battles, wars in the name of religion. But wars wage on grounds untouched by knowledge. If one hates a part of his life, he should get to know it better, something good always comes up. Sometimes its good to take time out of a busy life just to get to a mosque or a church and reflect on things peacefully. Things need not be done the same way they have been done in the past years. Seek out the truth behind everything, even your religion. You'll be surprised to know all the things that were kept hidden till now. Every night of Ramadan, Muslims need to visit a mosque to offer their prayers, and a summer night in the hills is just amazing. The feeling you get sitting quietly outside a mosque with the gentle wind blowing against your face is priceless- contemplating life itself. This was the place where I wrote these words.                                                            Contemplation I undid my shoes and walked inside, Walked straight - had cleans

This story bears more facts than fiction. Though I have not encountered such an anecdote before, I have heard of several true stories of people I have no connection with. The characters are totally fictional. When you are done writing a story, you just know whether it's good or bad. I felt glad after writing this piece. FLOWERS “I did it girl! I got the Job!” said Chris on his phone as he carved his way through the busy pathway. “Yes! I know. I wanted to tell mom first, but I also wanted to tell her in person, which of course will take some time” he paused “So I decided to give the good news to you first.” “Of course you are dear! Now come to my house with your parents today umm..” he glanced at his watch “.. at six. Ya, six would be okay.”, he managed to step aside from the lunatic stream to concentrate more on what he had to say. “Sure. Ok listen, I’m getting some sweets for her, what else should I take?”, he looked around scavenging for something worthy. “D