See this with your volume turned on. It's a must.
I've been forwarded this video by a friend of mine. In the most widely social media where we share our so called "happy" pictures, I think these are the things we should probably be sharing.
This video left me speechless by the kind of abuse that has been captured.
Humanity? What is it?
This video is a perfect example of how inhumane we are, as a race.
This is probably one among the countless incidents that occur everyday wrt to cruelty towards animals.
And I don't say by sharing this video, the people who were abusing that dog would be punished. But taking stuff like this to everyone's notice would help us save and spare some others atleast.
When you see an animal, don't throw stones at it. It's as much as living as we are. They're equally perceptive to pain like us. If you see kids troubling the stray, stop them. If you see adults doing it, stop them as well.
They haven't done anything to deserve the treatment we, as humans give them.
And by humans, I don't mean everyone.
Let's be of some help.

Why

You come alone. You die alone

Some things which shouldn't matter, matter
And some things which should, won't
It's funny how life takes its twists and turns
And make us reach a place where
We least expect to be
Funny how every thing you expect
Turns out to be the exact opposite
What you wanted then
Is not what you want anymore
Who you craved for
Isn't who you crave for anymore
And who you didn't want then
Is who you want now
And then there are some who never leave
Like the grey, in the monotony of the black and white
A special place is where they stay
An idiosyncratic reaction existing
To every decision you make
Impounding with various possibilities and uncertainties
Despite knowing all that there is,
Why am I the way I am?
Why me?
Why does it matter so much?
Why do you matter so much?
Why does it hurt as much as it does,
More than it should?
Why do the thoughts tug at your heart,
With inexplicable pain?
Why does it mean so much?
Why do the memories stay?
Despite knowing all that there is to know
I keep asking myself everyday,
A question that will never have a proper answer,
Why?

Because You Are Strong

Because there's always someone or something
You are always scared of
But darling,
If you never face what scares you
How would you know the buried strength within you?

You there
Within you is an ocean of optimism
Buried within the gloomy clouds of pessimism
But how will you ever know how much you can shine,
If you never let your pessimism rain away?

Are you listening human?
Did you ever think that you'd survive this long?
But you did
Conquering all the obstacles coming your way
You built yourself an invisible armour waiting to serve you

Strong. Yes that's the right word
You my love, have all the capability within you
To either be strong or give up
But we won't do the latter, will we?
Fly. Fly with all you have. Always.


Note - The starting word of each stanza sum upto the title of the article

Home

Amidst these four walls lay so many words unsaid
Words that the world can't hear
Amidst these​ walls is how I am in my true sense
Amidst these four walls is where I've been through my toughest times
Amidst these four walls is where I've learnt the meaning of sacrifice
It's kind of ironic isn't it?
That things made of concrete have access
To the deepest parts​ of us
For they witness what we feel and what we know
Our madness and our happiness
Our sorrow and our adversities
A place which knows us inside out
Is something non living
Yet so quintessential to our life
These four walls of concrete
What I call my home
Is the place where you'll find me
In my truest sense
Be ready to get surprised
For when you know what they hid all along
You might know someone you never think you knew
For my home
Is where my thoughts belong
And I am where my thoughts lie

Sigh

Flitting between the future and present
Never had she felt so uneasy
The future blooming with her dreams
The present showcasing the harsh realities
Just like the crescent moon
She was at the initial juncture of a boon
Drawing similies and analogies
She bid her insecurities a farewell with apologies
For the full moon to reveal itself
She needed time for herself
And for her to portray her capabilities
She needed time for use her possibilities
Her father spoke just the right words
Before she bid him farewell
"We trust you"
Really? Did she need any other motivation?
And so she went on
To explore her world full of opportunities

Weary Kind

It's been almost an year
You're still as fresh as you once were
This ain't no place for the weary kind
This ain't no place to fall behind
My body still aches for your touch
My soul still craves for what we once were
It's sad that we weren't meant to be
But is it sad that we were meant to be?
For a time that only we can remember?
What can i say?
Yes, definitely
For the constant dilemma I've been in
For I didn't once know what we were
For the ifs dominated the ares
For my constant residence in retrospection
All that I can say is
Yes I'm definitely sad
For loosing something beautiful for something transient
Slowly slipping into delirium
My heart still flutters at the sound of your name
My mind still crawls its way back into our timeloop
Oh how i wish I hadn't met you at all
And now here I am
Picking up my crazy heart, moving on
Still believing in the stupidity I once believed in

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There's something magnificent about how a beautiful harmony exists between the light and dark within all of us; Even when we're left with nothing but our sole soul. Maybe it's that harmony which keeps us moving strong despite the darkest of times and maybe it's that very thing which makes us relish solitude.


The past few days have been turbulent to say the least and it's always in these times  we discover our self a little more and get to know more of our anonymous energy. This painting (even though it is not be the most picturesque one that you might have come across) has taken away so much of turbulence from me. Once in a while, it really helps when you follow what your heart says.


PS - Never fail to underestimate the artistic capacity of a disturbed mind :'D