We are in Jungle?

The last evening and today morning reminds me of Jungle Rule when Human being was fighting for existence. The same rule still prevails but with a different style and connotation. We have a constitution which protects OUR interest; every human being has a right to life. Can we see our survival in isolation? The environment activists, kind hearted humans fight for other beings. I know they fight for a bear one man was keeping at home and using that bear to earn his livelihood in Keonjhar. I know they fight for elephants how wild they might be declaring it as national property. I know they fight for Olive Reedley in the name of rare species. But they are more self centric to the survival fights. They are working for larger interest of human beings. They never treat/ see all beings equal. None of them raise a voice. No PIL for showing brutality. I am telling about Bird Flu intervention here. More than 60000 hens/ chickens were killed by masked humans like demon ruling their world. It was shown in Television how they kill these innocent beings one after another. GREAT……. We need to protect our lives. So let us killll…..killlll other beings. People may think I am putting illogical points. But I am really very shocked to see this. Bird flu can kill many of us and they are having it inside and we eat these beings regularly. So there is a chance of being killed. Dear PEOPLE… compare the situation with HIV infected persons. Like Bird Flu it can kill us… Ohhh it is killing us and go see the situation in African Countries. This particular infection can spread like Bird Flu. Can the PEOPLE kill those HIV infected human beings as they did to innocent birds in Bhubaneswar??? It’s a big question. Think more and be ashamed.

Smiling lips

It is a fact. A fact that makes life more touching to soul. When heart beats I can feel a trigger inside. When mind goes wary I can sense something happening around. But the fact remains fact. Nothing changes. Only people and their perception change with the fact. The fact is not so embracing but puzzling. Two parallel lines moving and I form another line in between. I am said a lot with all filthy words and bitter imaginations that stopped me sometimes and too evaporating my emotional bonds with distaste towards life and my line. But I try and accumulate strength to move. I am the maker of my world and I am the person who can make my world move. But my hands freeze with the touch of cold winds and my mind rests in all disappointments and suffocation that rules inside. My world does not move and stillness prevails. Breaking the parallel lines was out of my build. It was there to move on and my line appears pale with bubbling spots all along. It is a fact and a fact that makes life more touching to my soul. Piles of papers thrown here and there, my small working table can not hold these for long. People come and go. I notice their nose and eyes in haste.  The loneliness in all big sounds speaks  “you are the maker of your world….. see how nicely you are made with blows…. See how you search the diamond in sands sitting alone”.

This is a fact that touches everybody once or twice in a life time. Patches come and that helps in making the world better. Life never ends with a matter.  

Lord knows....

When my hands are spread

Fingers touching your wet cheeks

The tears never touch the lips

The tender love appears with a smile

When the doors of my heart are open

You walk in with seclusion of fears

In the darkness of insecure world

Never see the dazzling lights of hopes.

When the rays of my thoughts pass

On to your horizon of negotiation

Beating heart cries like sounds of silence

Prevail throughout the day

For my bonding of all other days

When your existence of being shivers

My world trembles with a fear

Lord knows why I bewilder

Emotions and dreams all together.

From the death bed

On the death bed a smile of life blossoms

Like the heaven appears when darkness dies

Aroma of dreams disappear with blows around

My begging hands shiver  in winter touches

A little heart pulses that I feel inside

None the other minds read its voracity

Days pass with hot summer wind

In the shivering winter that freezes mind

With hopes and puzzles blissfully twinkle

In my unnoticed sky of all lost dreams.

A smooth fly of thoughts over my head

Galloping my days with hurts and the death bed

Seemingly ( her) foots sound aloud

In my living being a truth goes down

I die and again get alive

From the death bed to see her smile.