Cry of a child..

Those tender eyes were given to see

The beauty of the ocean, the flight of the birds

But, all they see is a rubble

A rubble of bodies, a pool of blood

The only remains left behind by the war..

Those sensitive ears were made to

Listen to the chirping of birds, the sound of music

Alas! All they hear is the deafening noise

Of battle cries and gunshots

A part of their childhood, it has become..

Those soft hands were created to

Hold the paint brush, make sand castles

All they get to hold is a gun

And join the never ending war

A war against love, a war against humanity

Oh war! Don't take away their childhood

Their right to dream and be free

Those big hearts are meant to be filled with love

Not the gruesome feeling of terror

Return them what was meant to be theirs

A world without war,

A beautiful world indeed.

Corruption

Corruption is word which every child in India is today familiar with- sadly or gladly, whichever way you look at it.
Today as the largest democracy in the world finally awakens to a deeply rooted problem in its society, the world beholds. So how did a 74 year old man manage to ignite the flame, that has turned into a widespread fire? It's simple. In Billy Joel's words, "He didn't start the fire, it was always burning since the world's been turning."
The fire of anger, frustration, intolerance was burning inside every Indian. We just needed a stage, a leader to let it out. We've to make sure this fire doesn't run out of fuel. Not till we get what we're fighting for. A certain Lokpal Bill won't answer all the questions, it won't eradicate something so deep. But it will surely be a start.
The day corruption will truly be eradicated will be the day when each individuals lets go of the "chalta hai" attitude. When we learn to have patience and take the long route of truth rather than passing a buck and getting things done quickly. When we do our work on our own and when we have the courage to stand up and get heard. To be a leader, to be the change. If we have to destroy this tree of corruption, we've to start from the very roots.

Walk on...

The sweltering sun of May shines down

The miles just keep stretching out

The people no longer greet with a smile

But all I see, is my goal calling out to me

Oh feet, keep walking on

Whether it rains or snows

The sole may be burnt and bruised

But I ain't stopping, so walk with me

Oh heart, keep beating

Whether you get broken or sliced

The world may seem a little cold

But I ain't giving up on love, so be strong.

Oh eyes, keep dreaming

Even though people may say we're naive

The answers may not be clear for now

But I ain't leaving my quest halfway, so be calm

The goal is nearer than it seems

The mystery is simpler than it looks

The people are different than they pretend

And, you, are stronger than you think.

:)