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.

:)

Why do you cry, my girl?

Hello people!! Sorry for not writing for such a long long time! :\

Anyway, I am back!

And here is a poem, in which I tried to write about the feelings of a mother when she is getting ready to marry off her daughter..

Why do you cry, my girl?

I've held your hand since you were born

I've helped you get back on your feet everytime you fall

I've made your hair for the plays

So why do you cry today?

I've seen you grow up in front of my eyes

I've wiped your tears when your heart broke

I've given you words of advice when you needed

And I've stayed quiet when you didn't 

Today, after all these years, why do you cry again?

Is it because of the fear of letting go?

Or, are you too anxious of what the future holds?

I know it's hard for you to join a new family 

It's harder for me to watch you go

But let these tears be of joy, my girl

For you are being gifted a new life

A chance to be a partner, a mother

You're being born again, in a new family

This time a new hand will guide you

This time, there will be bigger problems to face

This time, you'll have to the mother

This time, you'll have to answer the innocent questions

And when the time comes, you'll know what to say

When the time comes, you'll be better than I ever was..

So, why do you cry my little girl?

It's time for you to spread your wings and fly

And remember, however grown up you become

You'll always be my little daughter..

:)

Liverpool FC : We'll Never Walk Alone

LIVERPOOL FC : WE’LL NEVER WALK ALONE

The most successful club in the history of English football. Maximum number of domestic titles and FA cups. A home to iconic players and magical moments. A stadium where the mass of 40,000 people become one to sing the legendary anthem. All this and one name – Liverpool Football Club.

When the other clubs were still inside the womb, this infant had quickly gobbled up all the trophies and grown up to achieve dizzying heights of success. As the years passed by, this young, vivacious kid slowly built on its reputation. Winning was a habit by now. It was unmatched, unconquered and unbeaten for a long, long time. Everything our idolized players like Robbie Flower and King Kenny touched, turned to gold. And then – the honeymoon period was over. The other clubs like Manchester United began their rise and soon the club, now like a not-so-fit middle-aged man, began to grow tired. The rise of our bitter rivals- Manchester United- was perfectly timed with the simultaneous decline of Liverpool. The trophies began to dry out and the soft prayers soon began to grow louder. The question which no one dared to ask out loud was finally being heard- Will the glory days ever return to Anfield?

The fans now began to keep a check on the Manchester United wins, more than the Liverpool losses. Each new trophy won by the arch-rivals was greeted with a collective increase of heart beat. Frowns appeared on the forehead, frustrated sighs were let out. As the Manchester magic continued rolling under the guidance of Sir Alex Ferguson, the fans could see the dreaded day coming, which till now they had believed didn’t even exist in time. The day when Liverpool might lose their throne. The day when our pride might just be given a blow. They day when the magical number 18 might just be outnumbered.

It is 2011. And the day is here. A lot sooner, than even the most pessimistic fans had ever expected. We have looked back at our glorious past, clinging on to the rope of being the “most successful club in history” for so long; we have kept our fingers crossed and our breath held for so long. But where do we look now?

The only option is – forward. When you start all over again, that’s the only way to go. We’ve just come out of a rather forgettable season- with Roy Hodgson’s reign bringing difficult times, with long-serving players like Stever Gerrard and Jamie Carragher being injured, with the most idolized player of recent times- Fernando Torres- being transferred to Chelsea in a shock move, with a time when we just couldn’t get out of the bottom-half of the table, and finally, Manchester United winning their all important 19^th title.

It has been a quiet season at Anfield. But it might just be the calm before the storm. A certain Kenny Dalglish is back to Liverpool, bringing with him winds of change. From a position of the unthinkable bottom half finish, he injected life into the team and carried it to the 6^th position. The gloomy faces of the fans, which matched the London skies, are beginning to break into a smile again. Each player, each staff is beginning to believe again- that at the end of the storm, there will indeed be a golden sky. The Anfield is abuzz with the “You’ll Never Walk Alone” anthem again. The new transfers like Luis Suarez and young home-grown talent like Flanagan and Spearing have already impressed the fans with their impressive performances and they still have a lot more to give.

The old wobbly man is gone, taking with him the excessive baggage of expectations and comparisons.

It’s a new start.

It’s a new birth.

It’s the reincarnation of the one club where nothing is impossible.

Glory days will return to Anfield- soon.

And we can only look forward with hope in our hearts and the faith- that we’ll never ever walk alone.

Those grey eyes of stone...

Those grey eyes, those grey eyes of stone
They glare at me, they mock at me
They are the eyes that once shone
But now, they sting my soul like a bee..


"Stop dreaming, you naive girl", they say
Telling me to land my feet back on earth
Squinting from the glaring sun of May
Just the same size, since the time of birth


Everytime I try to soar, they bring me down
Disapproving of the childish dream
When I wish to break free, they frown
Unreachable, my goals seem.


Those grey eyes, those grey eyes of stone
They try to hide its fear
Fear of failures, of society, of being alone
They smile, to disguise the tear


All I did was never enough
To look straight into those eyes
For I could never teach myself to be tough
Always believed its unspoken lies


It has taken me too long to understand
They belong to no one else but me
In my life, I couldn't take a stand
For those eyes could never see
The Gift called Life, the beauty inside me.


Jonny Diaz - More beautiful you

Heart v/s Brain

I came across a line printed in the newspaper and it instantly caught my attention and made me think about it.. 

"The heart has reasons that reason does not understand."

In life, we are always battling inside. At every moment, there is an inner conflict going on between the brain and the heart. Between dreams and convention. Between reasoning and faith. We always have a choice to make, a risk to take. 

Our mind tells us to stay on the shore, keeping our feet on the ground. To just watch the beautiful scene, take in the beauty and walk along the water. A balanced life, with no fear, no risks. But somewhere deep down, our heart wants more. It pushes us, it challenges us. It tries to tell us that the risk that might break you is the one that will save. It knows that the real beauty of the sea in the touch of the water and exploring the hidden treasures which the water has secretly hidden for so long.

We somehow hold back, the fear of taking on the angry sea, too frightening. The fear of suffering, takes over the dreams, the curiosity to know more .We pretend to be happy and content, living the way everyone does.

When you follow your heart, the uncertainties of tomorrow instill fear. As a child, we don't really think about the future and that is why, when you see into a child's eyes, you see dreams, hopes and curiosity. Adulthood brings with it a wealth of experience and also a bag full of compromises. And more often than not, it's our dreams, our loved ones which are sacrificed. We claim to know more about the "Real World". About how you have to tell your heart to take a backseat, how the calls from your mother can wait, how the sky won't fall if you don't attend your daughter's play. By that time, we know the science behind most of the simple things in life, and we stop believing in miracles. Our freeflowing imagination as a child gets submerged beneath our desperate measures to find all the answers. 

And when we look back, at some point everyone does, the little voice of our heart still echoes deep down,

"What If?"

What if that day I had taken the plunge into the sea? What if I had taken the leap of faith, for once? Would my life be different? Would I be living my dream? Would I see my daughter running towards me? Would I be present beside my mother during her last days, rather than my office?

And by the time, we realize what we've done, it's too late.

So friends, go take the plunge. Follow your dreams. Listen to your heart. Believe in miracles, in love and in yourself.