Silent evil

Sitting on the sidewalk

Delving in some muddy thoughts

A quiver of shiver sat down my spine

Realizing one of the denial tides.

                                  The moon was full

                                     The chirping went dead

                                     The only sound was

                                     The swooshing of the windy bell;

It reeked of red intentions

And purple wickedness

Of none but someone

Who was waiting to dispel!




I have an opinion, most people do; on most of the topics streaming live from the virtual world. People compound their persuasions through debates, discussions, unnecessary rants and caustic words exchange. I don’t really mind all this. You see, I am so habituated by the ongoing theatrics on social media platform. I am an indifferent subtle observer seldom indulging in such pernicious tableau.

So why am I speaking now?

Because it is important. To you and to me.

I say it loud and resolute

They differ

I shriek and shout

And they turn a deaf ear


Sensible I speak

Mock they my wits and humor

Angry I get

They poke me in a satirical flair


Negate my arguments

Invalidate my judgments

They do everything to

Press my opinion


But firm I stood

In storm of revulsion

Took a while

But gone are my inhibitions


Then what gave my spirits down

Now are my celebratory grounds

Because the conundrum of opinion

Thumps on me as an EDM sound


For eons, man has been afraid to take risks, inundating himself with fretful repercussions. Only those with sheer will power crosses the bridge of uncertainty and land up in a place they can call their own; a place they call their identity.

Civilization today is taking a trodden path

Where the sense of individuality is lost

I say it not as an assumption but as a fact

By experience and not as mere thought

Everywhere I look I get caught

Within the facade and feigning of the common lot

None has achieved greatness sitting in a room

Counting stars and dreaming like a baboon

Challenge the path and open the wings

Fly off to a land unforeseen

Trust your instinct or go by a whim

Outreaching a land unknown to him

Individuality is a spectrum of shades

Green, grim or embellished with a stain

Indispensable determinant is the surrounding

Where you evolve with rebounding

Wrapped around you is a bubble

Prick it or stay in forever!