Vocal Silence

I used to wonder what love would look like But now I know. It surely looks like a baby wrapped in white cloth, With only his little round head bobbing out; And with slight, squirmy movements, Also a tiny little hand, clenched into a fist. Love looks like this parcel, Sent straight from the Heaven, by the will of God. Love looks like random colours: Orange, blue, red and purple, Hanging loosely on gangly limbs. And love sounds like the cries of a baby boy, When he asks for love and attention Through the only means he knows.: Milk and a change of clothes. Love is the sparsely haired head, That is cradled with utmost delicacy. It smells like Johnson's baby lotion, As its fragrance lingers on your fingertips long after you have touched the little boy. It is the wraith of a crawling baby, And a toddling future, A paint splattered page, And one small shoe lying on the floor. Its the promises of candies before teeth have ever grown, and its the interchange of hu

Hypocrisy. Two faces of a man. Deceit and ultimately the unveiling of the truth to reveal the dubious being within, which is unworthy of trust and respect. I have seen people speak eloquently about respect, acclaim the virtue of doing so and yet i have observed them treat the world around them as nothing but vain, where each next person is a stranger who commands hostility. Its mind boggling how varying the conduct of man is from his words, the gulf between his deeds and his sayings as if embalming words can soothe the wounds caused by his misdeeds, ride over his history of atrociousness. If you are among those hypocrites, (which I hope you're not), wake up, for this world is the lifting of shrouds for the revelation of truth and one day I will look through this phony righteousness that you have donned as a mask, and that day I will dislike you all the more for I will be privy to the contrast between what a great person you could have have been if you had been accountable to your

Every so often you meet someone wary of being tested for the fear of failure. That is what education has been reduced to nowadays where your worth is certified by a piece of paper stamped by an organisation that stamped many such papers in the blink of an eye. When the organisation that defined your credibility did not look at your name twice before stacking all the certificates, quantifying your achievement with hundred others, declaring that 18% candidates scored an A, why do you attach so much importance to these grades. These examinations you appear for are a commercial venture for the examiner, so why have they become a matter of life and death for you? I have seen students determine their career course on the basis of their capability rather than their passion and I wouldn't deny that these children fare well for a while but what about in the long run? In the present your choices will boost your self confidence when you score an A* in science, cause you rote memorized the c

I am a fallen warrior; I am a lost battle; I am the distraught-ed dreams; And the dismantled courage; I am broken beyond repair; I am alone and in pain; I am the forgotten lessons of patience and strength; I am a tired old man seeing his field rot away; I am the extinguished flame of hope; I am stuck all alone. Don't be surprised 'cause it happens! "Kites fly highest against the wind" But sometimes the wind hurls you down Or pushes a hole through your soul, And like a referee in a boxing ring It then pounds the land around your form But you lie defeated. The world will ask you why The world will dismiss it as just one more unfortunate card from life But I have seen the whole stack. I have held onto my dreams for too long, To my eccentricities. Taken each criticism for a compliment But no more! I am defeated! Now try and push me down but let me tell you, I am at the lowest base of all. You can only make me roll away with you, And mould me into one more urn, sittin