When the life drifts away..

Like fine and smooth grains of sands
It slips through my fingers
I panic in a fear of losing it all
my grip gets stronger,my muscles strained
little do they know,
their ardent desire to hold it back
makes it slip so much faster..

I wonder,as I look through its parched lips
If there were more moisture
falling from the heart of sky or man
they could bind the grains together..


 But if skies were to shower warmth
 then those on streets would be coziest..
 One has to toil to find one's chalice,
and I fear I had found one...

We vowed  and promised and kissed n sealed
together was all that eyes could see,
And in  blink of time

the fairy tale was on the climax,,

Something there is that isnt the same
something that doesnt give in any more

It can see the grains falling apart,
but refuses to water it any more..

 A part of my heart dies on realizing,
that those precious moments would soon be bygone,
the unsaid love in your eyes, the mute care that you have,
how wonderfully wonderful it felt, just your being ...


And then I gaze around,
over some of it ,thats still togehter
There is hope thats keeps them stuck,
the tiny shoots playing on its bossom
they save the grains from losing each other
they retain the moisture in them,,

The final TRUMP card..

Just to "Say as you see it" , how far can one take the joke!!


Yes its different , its fun, its a twist, makes you laugh.. its probably worth one-night-stand-up ..but are you serious , is this the one you want to live with?


Its amazing if people aren't already asking themselves these questions..is this really the Trump card they want to pin their hopes on? 


Yes, chivalry is far disappearing. Polite seems over-rated, but to mock your competitor by absurd sprout of genitals, and then cover it up as a dash of humor, have we really stooped so low!! The developed nation, or so was it seen so far, is so tolerant that it not only over-looks but continues to support such a candid, dignified person ,to still run for the race of highest responsibility..!! 


I re-live the adolescent days, when Robert Frost seemed to make all sense..


" there is something that doesn't love the walls,
that sends the frozen-ground-under it swell,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun"


How he mocks his neighbor, who lives in darkness, not only of woods and trees, to believe walls make good neighbours.. The neighbour ,we were told, was of primitive stone-age mind set..


And here's a candidate, from the progressive and developed society, not so much in agreement with Frost, who wants to unearth those demolished walls, build the walls of castles, alcoves in the wall in case the enemy strikes... We shall grow our own crop, sheer our own sheep and keep ourselves warm.. and stay inside our Walls!!
Its sure hilarious if we want to fall behind such a binary vision.


I would rather not delve into the appalling thoughts of the honorable man, on how and why the children and wives of wrong-doers should be dealt.


 If he orders them to be tortured,
tortured they should be..
if he orders them to be beheaded,
beheaded they should be..


For he is an honorable man,
We come to bury humanity,
and not speak for thee..


Different is always alluring, its intriguing but not always a good bet to opt for.. specially when the stakes are so high.