Shine on me, Dark Sunshine!

Standing at the edge of a glorious waterfall,

With some short listed memories to recall.

Shine on me, dark sunshine!

Hailing the flow of the deadly water,

For those mistakes that I couldn't alter.

Shine on me, dark sunshine!

The pages of past are now pasted on the Wall,

Your face in my mind once again starts to crawl.

Shine on me, dark sunshine!

I dug out the emotions with a spade and a shovel,

The blood splintered beneath the pages of a lost novel.

Shine on me, dark sunshine!

Trapped by the high walls in the mind's labyrinth, 

The story of love and happiness is only a myth.

Shine on me, dark sunshine!

Longing to come out of this lifeless maze,

Praying for the blue skies to clear the mist and haze.

Shine on me, dark sunshine!

Shine on me!

You dark and cold!

You witty and bold!

Imagining the gold!

You fake and crafty mould!

My soul is forever sold!

Shine on me, you dark sunshine..

The Black Clouds of Death.

The following is based on the events that took place in Uttarakhand, after the disastrous cloud burst that took the lives of countless pilgrims, villagers and rescuers..

The black clouds of death that struck with bad fate,

Marks the beginning of Lucifer's merciless estate.

For the passel of people dying, the food is found nowhere,

The water running over the cold corpses is stained red everywhere.

In the cold, icily numb winds of the Himalayan ranges,

A little frost bitten girl descends the slopes steep and estranged.

To those countless pilgrims who could never see the new day,

The light faded from their eyes, forever ending their way.

A lonely father weeps for his loss that he cannot measure,

His lovely daughter being his life's sole treasure.

In the debris, the children are still buried deep and cold,

The gorge reverberates with the pain of souls, evanesced and sold.

Near the distant horizon, the black clouds finally settle down,

Marking the events of the act of God, that ended life in a town.

The hair raising cries of anguish and melancholic despair,
Shall forever echo in the destroyed valley, where deaths are beyond repair..

The Time to Rise..

"Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn." - Alfred Pennyworth (Sir Michael Caine) 


We live in a generation, where people don't believe in prophecies. December 21, 2012 may not have turned out to be the prophesied doomsday to mark the end of the world, but it surely marks the end of humanity. The moment we stop fighting for each other, that's the moment we lose our humanity. 


Those days aren't far when the morning newspaper's main headlines would be, Six men mercilessly rape a girl in her twenties, with an iron rod, in a moving bus, almost killing her; or making her life worse than hell. A madman, indulged into his whims enters a school and becomes responsible for the death of 22 people, mostly children. A father, who comes weary and drunk at home rapes and murders his 10 year old daughter, who is later found in pieces by the river. A woman poisons her entire family, because she's going through a bad marriage and she cannot handle the everlasting depression. A mother of four children, sedated and gang-raped just for the sake of revenge. The list will never end. Ironically, one stops having any qualms from thievery, smuggling and similar organized crime in the city as they seem to be pretty innocent compared to what goes on.

In this era, it seems like giving birth to a girl child and letting her stand up for what's right, would be a grave mistake. The moment she steps out to face this sadistic world, is the moment we start challenging her endurance level. But there are some things that cannot be endured. These barbarous crimes are committed with such cruelty, that merely reading about them sends a chill down our spine. We feel sick and devastated, only by imagining the agonizing pain that a victim goes through. One can feel echoes of the screams and shrieks of agony, begging them to stop. Begging them for mercy. The torture that an innocent girl faces, thinking about how a few minutes could change her entire life. How someone can prick your balloon of hopes and dreams and send you spinning down forever to the chasms of misery. The pain that a family feels losing their daughter, which is nothing less than dying; each day for the rest of their lives. 

We live in a society, where girls sharing their reviews on social networking sites are arrested and punished. But if the same girl becomes a victim of rape and molestation isn't provided justice. Every moment, somewhere in the world, a girl falls prey to physical or mental abuse. Eve-teasing is one of things, which has a common occurrence with every girl, around every corner. One stops caring about these casual things. The weak are neglected as trivial hindrances in our justice system. It takes years, sometimes decades to serve them with proper justice. There are only some such cases which can be brought to notice by the media, while 90% of them go unnoticed everyday.


Since as long as we can remember, the Law has always been sidestepped as a joke. The deeply flawed and corrupt system fails to create any terror whatsoever among the rapists, molesters and such category of criminals. After getting paid over and under the table for warming their seats for such a long time and enough pressure put under their asses, the 'government' might finally condemn the accused with the death sentence. But, would this be enough to serve justice to what happens with so many women every day in India? Wouldn't justice be to castrate the rapists and tie them naked in middle of the street, leaving them to the mercy of people? Let the people decide their fate, not the Law. Let people fling stones, throw acid, hurl knives or do anything that they'd want to. Let them be punished with such savageness, that no scum would ever dare to harass a girl. In such circumstances, you'd want to support the Arab law of punishing the organ that committed the crime. Unethical and violent it might sound, but what they did defied all acts of brutality and heinousness.

We, the people would offer our condolences and protest against such callousness with fierce, bruised hearts. We would walk down the city holding candles, praying and protesting at the same time. But these things slowly subside, in a few weeks or months' time. What after that? Things fall back to the place where everything started. We lunge ourselves into our daily busy routines and then sooner or later, we get over it. We recover so easily because at the end of the day, it hardly makes difference to any of us. We are born with the mentality to keep quiet and continue nodding with our heads down, until the day something goes wrong with us. Until that extremity is reached, no one really cares. We just let things go, according to the flow.

Today, I see a country where every girl will now fear to step outside her home, not knowing what horror awaits her round the next corner. I see a country where a girl wouldn't walk even twenty feet in a lane, without the fear of being eve-teased or raped. I see every girl, woman and lady groped with terror and despair. I can see hopes and happiness being washed away in the river flooded with terror and inhumanity.


Yes, no country is perfect. We have to strive to make it better. A night is darkest before the dawn, nothing lasts forever. Someday, somewhere, somehow everything comes to an end. Something, has to be done. A change, has to be made.

"I am starting with the Man in the Mirror. I am asking him to change his ways. And no message could have been any clearer, if you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make the change." - Michael Jackson

The Passion of Love..

"Do you, Katherine Stevens take Mark Stanford to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him, forsaking all others and holding only onto him?"

Katherine: "I do.."

She was just so happy being married to the man she loved the most, the man she adored and respected. The man she thought the world of, the man she cared for. The man, who in her eyes, was her Hero.

As Katherine Stanford reflected on that magical day 5 years back, when she had become a woman, a wife to the most wonderful husband that could have ever been, she was jolted back to the present. Sitting on her arm-chair, in front of the T.V. that she had turned off, tears gushed out from her eyes. She started crying like she had never cried in her life. How could it happen? How could it all go wrong, so suddenly? Was it just 2 hours before when she heard it? How could Mark leave her so empty, so alone? The voice from the T.V. started blaring like a terror tone in her ears once again, like a never ending reel of some horror film; she was still too numb in shock to believe it. Her mind was completely paralyzed. 

As, she said firmly to herself, Mark's plane could not just crash. He could not go, just like that. He could not die. Even as she said it, she knew that she was wrong, it had happened. She felt the Adam's apple rising in her throat. For Katherine, time had stopped. She wanted to disappear somewhere. She wanted to curl up into a tiny ball. She wanted to die. She didn't want to accept that Mark was gone, that his plane had crashed, that he would never come back to her. She would never see him again..

Katherine had never known that she would want someone so badly. She craved for Mark, she wanted him to come home at that very moment. She wanted him to hold her close to him, saying that everything would be alright. Katherine could hear Mark so close to her, whispering in her ears, talking to her, saying that he loved her so much.. She wanted to feel his arms around her one more time, sit next to him for hours in silence, letting their eyes speak. How she missed Mark, the way he would touch her, hug her, kiss her, console her, fondle her, love her. How she wished, to feel his stubble caressing her cheeks when he would surprisingly hug her from back. She wanted to feel him, one more time..one last time. Katherine felt that the world had ended for her, she started sobbing uncontrollably on the pillow on which Mark used to put his head. Her mind could not come out of the situation, she knew she had lost everything. Mark not only meant a husband for her, he was her life, her magic, the reason behind her smile and her happiness. She knew she would never be happy again, she would never smile again. She knew that all her happiness was gone, vanished in thin air. Katherine felt cold, lost and incomplete. She knew that she could not survive without Mark. He was everything for her.

It slowly dawned upon Katherine, that there was no hope left, for her to see Mark again. Reality suddenly struck her like lightning. She felt a chill down her spine and her insides squirmed with agony. She was totally broken apart in pieces, realizing that she would never ever see her husband. 


Katherine Stanford, then suddenly knew what she had to do, to meet him once again.. She would see her Mark again. She saw the blade the razor with which Mark had shaved, just 8 hours before, for the last time. She detached the blade, saw their wedding photo hanging on the wall, for one last time and slashed her wrist with the blade..She could see her life flash in front of her in the final 10 seconds, could feel the blood gushing out of her body, her pulse rapidly going down. She could see Mark's face so clearly now, shining with joy, when she had told him that she was going to have a baby, 2 months back. That was the happiest she had ever seen him. It sketched the beautiful final image of Katherine's life.


2 hours later...
The telephone in the hall started ringing. It continued ringing, for Katherine was no more, to answer it. It finally went to the answering machine. It looked like someone had left one last message. It said, 

"Hello, Kathy darling. It's Mark here. I saw the dreadful news, and I just called to inform you that I am safe. I missed my flight, I could not make it to the airport. One of my friends met with an accident, so I had to rush him to the hospital.The operation lasted for 4 hours, and there was no way in which I could have called you. I called you as soon as I came to know about the mishap. I know you must be worried about me, I will be home in an hour baby. I love you, please don't worry, I am safe. Love, Mark.."




This post is for all those people who are madly, truly, completely in love. Love is the most beautiful, passionate and complete feeling in the world, but because of love, don't stop thinking. Think a thousand times before taking any wrong step. Don't hurt yourself. Don't do something, that would make you regret forever.. 






"Somethings in our life are never foreseen; but when they come, they destroy everything we ever had..that was once only ours.."