You have............a

you have a bird resting within you
dont let its wings rest forever

you have a child inside
dont let his smile become extinct

you have a rage inside
dont let its voice increase entropy inside

you have a enemy inside
let him be buried within yourself



you have a soul , talent , love inside
dont miss to unveil this discovery within you

you a life inside you
dont let its presence ever be underdone ...

the best , better and good........

when i was growing i was told about the best

years later we kept discussing the best

and now i realize those long conversations , thoughts

have actually hidden the "better me" 

it was always about best actor , best cricketer , toppers , most beautiful ,best people

and it always remained just less then a token of  appreciation for the goods

to transform them into the better ones.

but in the crowd of only pertaining to bests , most , highest , wisest , tallest 

i failed to become good , a little wise ,a little better

i still dream to fly in the sky but

i am taught, only the best can do

and thats why my fear gets grooming along with my dream

i dont see the zealously knocking my door

rather i find missing the honest appreciation , token of   clap

i find myself surrounded by only the bests, 

i am taught only toughest can survive

may be its my weakness , fear ,vulnerability 

but i still seek a world

where each one including me can survive 

where each one including me gets the equal opportunity to prosper

i dont know when it will come true 

but one thing i know unless it wont be accomplished

we will continue to be praising , talking only about the best

and the better ones will continue to suffer

survival for good ones will become tougher

people with no "best tags" will crave for the pebbles of appreciation

and the inequality will continue going in the directions of entropy . 

random words

 some thoughts penetrate deeper
some people mark the stain darker
 some journey becomes a lesson
some experience become a life-saver

and still human-err repeats itself
neither the flute's whistle
nor the majestic voice spell its magic
till the next rocks awaits to hit you

genius of our mind or the truth of  our heart
is still differentiable for me
and so the dilemma of choice between two
there i seek the fruit out of my theism
and i leave all onto "amma"
but still my beliefs seem partial
for my dilemma is still visible

i seek here the truth
truth of knowledge , truth of my being
a stagnant satisfaction of my state
i seek a zeal  to survive
a reason to go forward
and say it aloud "yes i can"