Poetic Outlook

Time is a massacre, a benevolent witch, It takes away the things you love, moments  too enriched, It does no harm, and yet it scathes Taking away all of the belief, and all of the faith, It sees no money, no creed, no caste, It comes and goes, just a bit too fast, You won't see 't coming, you won't see 't go, It turns even the most favouring friends, into the most formidable foes, The most powerful tool if used, And the most destructive weapon if misused, It can turn loveliest people into stone, It can grind anyone upto the bone. Easily misunderstood to be weak, You might think it a day, but it might turn up a week, Time can truely be a real pain, Proving to be your deadliest, your worst disdain. ~ Aditya Mohanty ,  Rating 5+

Remember the times when we had to walk for kilometres on end from our homes just to buy a piece of Cigarette? Cigarette, to us Indians, is not an addiction but an emotion worth rupees fifteen. It is something we do not take lightly, both metaphorically and literally. The way we smoke our cigarettes speaks volumes about our character. Somebody takes it discreetly, while some love to boast it by blowing out circles. The reason we love Cigarettes is not because of how cool it makes us look. Trust me, it doesn't. It makes us look like criminals, suicidal, and very much uncool infront of non-smokers. But then again, we do not smoke it to make others feel like that. We smoke in groups. Be it any group - Friends, Cousins, Gangs. Indians make billions of plans to hang out just so they can smoke together in unity. It has the power to bring people closer in a way, only smokers know and feel. The sudden rush of excitement when our friends reveal they smoke too, and we celebrate that moment...

There are times in your life when you look back. You look back upon the days gone by, but just the recent memories. Memories which affect you the most right now, memories which might not affect you after some days, months, or years. So why do we choose to look back at only those memories? Is that our limit? No. Our own presence right at this moment is sown by those millions of memories right from our birth. Look back on those memories, be it sad or happy. The person you are now, is because of what you have struggled through, peacefully or painfully. Going down memory lane, you might just come across instances which might have directly or indirectly led to the pain that is affecting you now. You might think, "Wish I hadn't done that at that point in time, then all my struggle right now would be gone." I request you all, and myself to never let this bother you. If you hadn't taken the step then, maybe your life would have gone on a different track. But then what? Do yo...

At times, you need those who taught you to abuse, Those who fought, And those who loved even more. Idiots who did not miss a chance To give you a bashing, And saviours who did not hesitate once To protect you from bashing They, who always scolded when wrong, But never appreciated when right. Those monkeys who Jumped at the sight of "home food". With whom, waking till 4am Was a leisure. Those who shared that Small piece of cigarette. Stubborn assholes who Never wish to leave your Heart. Sometimes, all you need Are your Hostel Friends, Who became your brothers. -@roy.ban

"Time heals everything", they say. They have been saying this for a long time now. And for a long time, you have been rejecting this. How can time heal everything? How can it do so when it was the one to bring upon the pain? The disaster, the chaos, the heartbreaks, and everything that is keeping you down? Since childhood, You blamed Time for the dread it brought you. You resented it for being so cruel to you. You thought that all Time ever gave you was insufferable pain. But did you blame Time for bringing upon the good times? No. And you know why? Because you were too busy enjoying. So much so, you forgot to Thank Time. And maybe that is why it brought upon the hard times? Maybe not, because as soon as you're in trouble, you hope that time will heal everything. Hypocrite, aren't you? Ironically, it listens to you. It brings upon the good times faster than the bad ones. Time brings you the peace after the disaster. It brings you to someone better after...

I see myself caged in a room, A mildly dark, cold room. A glimpse of the evening sky through a small broken window, Saffron with broken white lines. There is a Cigarette on my Lips. I inhale the smoke, And absorb it in my Veins and Soul. The warmth provides comfort in dark times. As I exhale, the smoke rises, Escaping through the window, Leaving me cold again. Now, the Cigarette expires, And with it, my soul. -@roy.ban

Hello there Uncle and Aunty. Hope you're well. The relation I share with your son is not unknown to you. Yes, I love him. And I can say, with my utmost trust, that he loves me too. You had told me before not to pursue your son because of problems that "can't be spoken of". I know there are other better suitors, and it is also true that I can never match your son's calibre. That is confirmed. I don't have money, but I have a dream. A dream where your son belongs in the centre. I want to give him all the happiness he deserves. You say the society won't accept our love, but that's okay. It is your acceptance we need to kickstart a beautiful life. I promise to stand before him during the 4th circle around the fire, and henceforth, the life ahead of us. I promise to love him dearly, and help him grow. I promise to love you as I love my own parents. So, I would like to ask for his hand, not with curses but with blessings from you both. And I hope one day yo...

Once in a while, do not do what is required. Do something beyond that. Do a little more. Do a little extra. The level of satisfaction you achieve when you complete a task is great and all, but when you do a little extra, it is phenomenal. You're thinking what do I mean by extra. Take out extra time to go for that Goa trip with your friends you've longed for so long. When you do that, fill the gas tank a little more, so that you don't have to stop in the middle of the road. Laugh a little extra with your friends. Those laughs will resonate and will only bring in extra peace in the heart. Cry a little more. Let the heart pour out all the extra grief and sadness you bear in your gentle soul. Love her a little more. Because love is directly proportional to the square of that 'little extra'. Go talk to your Mom and Dad about that China vase you accidentally broke, and in doing so, talk to them a little more. You will see how that extra effort you take will make you frie...

I saw this movie today, "All the Bright Places", and I was completely taken aback by how ordinary the movie is. It does not give you the exaggerated romance nor does it give you physics defying action and adventure. But let me tell you, it does give you romance, and it does give you action and adventure. But not just how you would expect it to. It shows how two opposites attract and in time, the so called opposites turn out to be similar to each other. Love makes that happen, doesn't it? It makes you fall in love not only with the person's soul but everything that person does. The music they listen to, the comfort food they eat, the places they visit, the darkness they cherish, and the brightness they emit. All of it becomes your favourite too, and when you find yourself sulking, doing their things fires your spirit. I defy the ideology, "You gotta compromise in love", because why would you do so if you too can fall in love with those small elements the o...

In the dead silence of this lively night, you look into yourself. Not a single note of the outside world's rhythm flows in you. At this point, you are alone with your mind and soul. And in this eery, yet calming silence, you realise that both the mind and soul are same. Often you have heard people say, "Listen to your heart" and "Strengthen your mind to protect your soul". But truth be told, those elements you consider different is just a figment of your imagination, invoked by what others say. They are two sides of the same coin, that belong in you. They form You. And you have no right to make life difficult by separating the two. Just like the water droplets accumulate to form an ocean, the soul and mind intertwines to form You. In this dead silence, hence, you find yourself. You realise that your being is contributing more than you give yourself credit for. Your purpose is clear. Channel this purpose to become the best version of yourself, which benefits y...

I hope you're alright. Saw your photo today. This thought is constantly worrying me if everything is alright. You must have faced something today which made you sad. That was expressive on your face. Your eyes and cheeks have lost their bubbliness. Your dark circles are understandeable even through the b612 filter. And overall, your face seems dull, as if someone has snatched something from you. I hate this. I hate seeing you like this. You know how much I overthink. But I do that because I care. Care too much, even when I don't have the right anymore. I hate not being able to ask you directly. I hate for not being the one you come up to when life gives you lemons. I hate not being around your aura, your energy, your weakness, your everything. I can, from a distance, just hope you're fine. Hope that everything's alright. And wish may God return what has been snatched from you. And just as I pour my inner voice onto this note, I know deep inside that you'll neve...

You are not happy. Not really. You pretend to be strong around people because there is no place for a sad soul. They keep on calling you out, sympathise with you, make fun of you, but do nothing so as to help you out. Truthfully, they can't. Whatever they might say to you to console or cheer you, will not make you feel any better. Because, you are trapped in your own heart. Your mind constantly demands your heart to push out your troubles, but you cannot do that. If the troubles leave too, then the heart will become hollow again. And you don't want to go through that feeling ever again. You pulled your side pillow tightly to your chest to fill the gap, but it wasn't enough. You dried your eyes out making your only saviour, the pillow, wet. Even that wasn't enough. Now, you start doubting yourself, thinking where did you go wrong, while you throw the truth away. You made every bit of effort to do the right thing, and it costed you everything, so self-pity is your only w...

A Marriage is something built on Trust, Love, and Blessings. It is not a blessing from parents to their girl child if they forcefully get her married. It is a Curse. A curse which will backfire on them if the marriage does not sustain. Just as they force their daughter to get married because of Society, they will be the one whose heads will remain bowed down infront of Society. I have seen many girls in my school, neighbourhood, and hell, my own sister who have already bent their future ambitions because of how their parents constantly keep reminding them at home that one day, she WILL have to get married, forget them, and work for the betterment of a family whom she doesn't even connect with. So, instead of making her push harder in the way of her superior ambitions, they decide to demoralise her. Not only does it affect the girl's mental stability, but slowly and slowly makes her feel physically ill. And if the girl really does fail to achieve her goals because of her pare...

Many days later, I felt real. Many days later, I felt energetic. It started in the night when strangers became friends, and friends became an emotion. A warm emotion. I held onto this emotion so tightly in my heart that the emptiness just disappeared into an atmosphere of laughter, gossip, and honesty. Pure honesty which is childlike. Full of excitement, and devoid of dullness. With a calming excitement like this, I slept peacefully through the night. I do not want this emotion to come daily. I do not want to feel so excited on a regular basis. Then, I will be able to cherish it's importance all my life. I want bad days to come. I want days which would shatter me completely. I want days which would weigh down my spirits infinitely. And then, I would want a good day like this to come. A day, which would bring in a little happiness, a little peace, a little exciment, and a little of everything that is beautiful. I don't want to be all happy. I want to be broken, yet beautiful....

This particular individual has been devoid of existence in almost all spheres of life. An individual who has been abused, both mentally and physically. His life revolves around abandonment, isolation, self-loathing, self-pity, failure.  He simply exists, or should I say, non-exists in this void where the ambience is pitch dark. He tries to crawl through this void, constantly searching for an edge, but in vain. He just stays where he is, motionless, helpless, emotionless, all his life.You may not be able to recognise him. Because, you simply decide to not notice him. You can say hundreds of times that he's not worth anything. You can make fun of him as much as you want. You can bully him all you like. But here's the fact. You don't notice him. So, you won't notice when he rises above your so called "status" and proves his worth. Then, when you call him, he won't respond. Because now, the tables have turned. You are the one who is under him now. And he? H...

Today, I want to talk about Her. 'Her' who has no specific name. She can be somebody you know, or somebody you do not know at all. She can be someone who lives in the cold, someone who lives in the heat, or someone who lives in between, trying to find her way in all this disarray. She can be Poor, she can be Rich, or she can be someone in between, struggling her way in this society. She can be a Muslim wearing a burqa or she can be a Muslim not wearing a burqa. She can be a Hindu who prays to Shiva or she can be a Hindu who eats beef. So today, I wanna talk about her who is nothing and everything at once. She has eyes like water droplets. Eyes that will penetrate you, when you show off. Eyes that can heal you by looking at you kindly. One glimpse can make you fall for her, while her gaze can make you tremble. She is loud, for she keeps talking like she has no care for the world. That will make you long for her. She can be quiet too. That will make you long for death. In her ...

~ Anurag Shyam  ,  Rating 5+ LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO WASTE YOUR TIME . ENJOY EVERYDAY AS IF IT IS YOUR LAST . SO THAT EVEN IF THERE IS NO TOMORROW YOU DON'T REGRET YESTERDAY . LIVE YOUR  LIFE TO THE FULLEST AND NO MATTER WHAT, TRY YOUR BEST NOT TO HURT ANYBODY FOR YOUR OWN BENEFIT. HAPPINESS IS THE ONLY THING THAT INCREASES BY SHARING.  EVERYDAY WE GET A NEW OPPORTUNITY IN LIFE TO CREATE SOMETHING NEW , TO BE HAPPY ; NEVER WASTE YOUR OPPORTUNITY . EVERYDAY MIGHT NOT END ON A HAPPY NOTE BUT DON'T LET YESTERDAY'S SORROW DULL YOUR TOMORROW'S  HAPPINESS. SMILE AND ENJOY YOUR DAY TO THE FULLEST .                                                                                                     ...