Commotion of Emotions

Because it is easier to pretend than to explain. Because it is easier to babble than to listen.  Because it is easier to turn away than to feel. Because it is easier to complain than to solve.  Because it is safer to blend in than to stand out.  Because it is easier to wear masks than to show a face.         Masks Masks atop masks, And a thousand more. All of a different paints, All paints with three tints. Masks greatly designed, To imitate real faces. From the good to the bad, From the sad to the glad. Masks for all, From friends to foes. To let not know the real face, To let blend into the worldly disgrace. Masks producing characters, And so - new faces. For every individual put on a masquerade, Let not reveal that's nurtured in depths. Masks hiding truth, Lies are easier told. So much beauty in a lie, So much violence when truths untie. Masks are used, Or rather masks use. All pesti...

Sometimes I wake up at midnight and roll over the bed to realise where I am. Sometimes I find her asleep, sometimes she’s gone. I start thinking of when I met her. It had been only a month since I had joined the creative department of our city newspaper, when she followed. A new joinee. As time passed, I realised that she was like me. A Hypocrite! Perhaps she understood that I understood this, and kept her distance from me. She had a particular group of friends; I mostly stayed aloof. I’d look at her when she’d be looking away and from the corner of my eye, I noticed her doing the same. Two years had we worked together, but barely exchanged personal words. Until one night. A long time ago, I had been in severe depression, tending to paranoia. I knew the world was consp iring against me. How could it not? They had proved it to me! I remember one day waking up on a hospital bed with a doctor questioning me why I hadn’t eaten for a week. I didn’t remember that; all I rem...

Never had the moon shone so bright in my entire lifetime. Bigger and brighter it was indeed, down pouring its lusty glow to entice innocent dreamers to swim into their hopes and majestically drown in them. Making them believe the impossible was possible and in the process, relieve them of their unnatural belief of changing the system. I had long decided that the way of the elders was not necessarily the right way. In the city, I had learned to nurture a conscience of my own. Therefore in a streak of hope to change my life I decided to tell father everything. "Father" I went out to the garden and whispered to him. “Yes.” “I want to tell you something.” “Yes.” The silence of the moment seemed infinitely long, but I knew I had to break it. “I do not want to marry Vinay.” “What? Why?” “I wish to continue my studies in the city.” “You can do that after marriage”, Father was a good man, he understood me more than anyone else I thought, bu...