I emerge like a tree from a dirty seed;

(Dedicated to the Heroes who sacrificed their lives to save others) The moment tied you all together Fulfilling a purpose of eternity As a garland woven with majestic flowers You will forever be remembered in history I am annoyed when I hear sympathies Sad they say, a young life gone waste Sad they say, Families left behind You are to be celebrated, cherished And envied! Many drift through life, living chapters off somebody's tale Imposters - devoured by the choices of everyone else Like dust - consumed, tossed and turned by the wind Formless, aimless, bonded and carried to their graves But you made a choice, you made your story You are not lost or forgotten May your mighty souls rest in peace You came to the earth for this very purpose A mission accomplished, go rest in the bosom of God As a garland of majestic flowers You have reached where you always belonged

Last week brought in a blood bath in Mumbai that tore down the normalcy of India. 10 terrorists with a mad agenda created havoc leaving 175 dead. I was glued in to the television helplessly watching the Live Terror show. What was admirable was the kind of calmness that the hostages showed. No mad rush. There was a sense of strength in them, the kind that dawns when you have seen death looming closer. Many Heroes stood up. And many heart wrenching stories of survival filled the media. Iam overwhelmed with anger and grief. Why should some twisted ideology in the hands of 10 men create such havoc? This will also make the lives of Muslims leading a honest life difficult as they will be suspected because of their names and religious symbols. This is the moment to be united and show our solidarity to each other. This is the moment for politicians to stop politicizing and start the process of building our nation once again. This is the moment to resolve that such a security breach woul...

(what happens when memories cease?are memories the only connection.will I recognize you on the other side.Does that really matter when we all are one.) Everyday I wake up from my sleep And walk on the lane called Life There I recognize footprints A manual of who Iam And the past that's not yet lost Knowing t hese memories are the connection With this world,with my loved ones, With all that I have ever known I start walking I walk leaving footprints To Spot the oasis to get back and the valleys to avoid Iam walking closer to that day I may wake up to find everything erased Then will I walk without leaving footprints And never fall asleep again .

Boundaries can hold till you are smaller Outgrow the boundaries Break free, Space is endless Don’t let my words confine you Don't let your words judge me Listen to the spaces between my words In silence let us truly talk