The world gonna end

One day…
The world gonna end,
But that’s not today
So let’s have some fun

let me welcome you to the celebration
of the upcoming annihilation

Na na na na , don’t get startled or stunned
Even if it’s the end of the world
There’s still time left
Let’s wander around, under the gloomy sun

It’s not gonna happen
So sudden
So wait for it
Don’t get afraid
Life would be as cool as it used to be

You’ve gotta wait for it
Tomorrow, there may be a different beat
And you might not know how to dance on it

Shake a leg now and relax
Look at the shooting stars
But don’t you make any wishes to survive the blast

It ain’t gonna happen so soon
So don’t stop the spin
Move to the whirls of the tune
Never refrain
Trip a little and then twirl
Frisk your body to the whole
Enjoy the moment,
’cause the world gonna end
Sooner than you could ever imagine.


All those moments

All those moments I cherished so far,
All those reminiscences that I preserved,
Still mesmerize me in ways I can’t even explain.
Still makes me feel as if I’ve re-birthed again.

Can some memories be held unto?
They are not mine to begin with.
Yet it feels as if all of it is mine.
Everything is momentary though,
Each moment is just a paradox of now or never.


Hiding the real you beneath a surface so deep
No one can ever find your true self anymore
You are no more what you used to be
Instead, you are what you are hiding

Stay there
Be as quiet as you like
But don’t forget all the lies you’ve told the world
If it would have been truths, you won’t have to remember anything.

Yet, you preferred the lies
Don’t you get entangled in your web full of deceits
Things would finally come out
Revealing the real you from what you are portraying.

What i believe!

What I believe, what I think and what I see,
Are they real or just a portrayal of my fantasy
How to prove their very existence?
People say, you see what you want to see.
Was all of it then, just a trickery
Will it vary if I change the way, the way I perceive things

Does nothing in this world got any meaning at all?
Is all this a façade?
The more I try to see, why the less I comprehend?

This consistency amazes me as well
There’s so much uniformity, there are so much sameness in our lives
Why all these things are the way they are?

So many people, limitless interpretations
Yet, what prevails is just a function of power and deception

Where we are heading, if nothing being true at all
Why we are robbing ourselves from having a point of view
Why someone else’s opinion takes precedence over our own?

So many questions, so little time.

Death of Intellect

Beginning to think is beginning to be “undermined”
To take the final flight, away from light
Into the dark environs of one’s state of mind

Just a careful analysis of letdowns or mere trickery of deceiving soul
What sets off the crisis is almost always unverifiable?

An act like this is decreed upon within the silence of the heart.
As if a great work of art.

Sidelining hopes for a better tomorrow,
the man prefers a fatal evasion

Powerless to realize the transcendent,
Incapable of exhuming the depth of experience

The man deify what crushes him,
depriving him forever from the divine existence
Sacrificing his intellect, the believer immerses within darkness
In his failure, the believer finds triumph.

What i think of…

Does it even matter, someone else’s perspectives?

Isn’t it’s entirely dependent on the argument the person is making? How good someone is in his/her reasoning abilities should take the statement further. Sounds Good, doesn’t it? Apparently, the real world doesn’t operate that way.

Whenever newer ideas pop up in front of someone’s door and start ringing the bell, they would be only open the doors, if these are similar to their existing beliefs. In case these thought processes are conflicting in nature, a lot of trials and tribulations would ensue in the person’s mind to determine if it’s worth taking the risk or not.

Logic and rationality of the arguments made, supposed to prevail over everything else; but that hardly happens in our world.

Developing new principles does not happen in one single day. These are intricately woven around us since we are born. The people in our surroundings introduce us to these ideas which would further guide us throughout our lives.  These are not necessarily Individualistic in nature, instead they are representative of entire cultures. E.g. Nonviolence and Buddhism or Vegetarianism in Hinduism.

The Athenians being more creative, the Spartan being war centric cannot be written off as stereotyping. This is how their respective world operated in those days.

Apparently, there are parts of the world which follow such rigidity even now, but there are voices coming against these monocratic inflexibilities. Everyone around us aspires individual freedom, free will. There’s no place for these regressive style of cultural appropriation in the present world anymore.

Cultures now favor conversations. If one’s views are not mainstream, that doesn’t mean you would be voiceless. People like Galileo won’t be prosecuted if they would have been born in this age. Unless they defy certain religions that pissed off the big bad wolfs destined to save those so called organizations.

We might never become a perfect utopian world, but we can certainly become better than what we were the day before. Many might have the notion that the present world is somewhat more dystopian thanks to Rise of nationalism across countries, Election of Mr. Trump, Brexit, North Korean Crisis, the post war insurgency in Iraq and Afghanistan but this is still the best times the world has ever seen. When people used to die in the Manmade famines of Colonial India, the British didn’t even raise their eyebrow. Now the plight of Rohingyas resonated into International backlash against the Military junta of Myanmar. Even severe criticisms were made against Aung San Syu Ki for not doing enough to save the people.

Sounds trivial? If one looks around, there’s endless no. of crises going around.

The world was never a just place; it might never become one. But we are getting better each passing day. For each injustice, there are hundreds coming forward to offer a helping hand.

Elusively Real

What I see; is it even real? What I think; does it even exist? How to differentiate reality from the unreal? They say, people see what they want to see. Will reality will vary if I change the way I perceive things?

Does nothing in this world got any meaning? What about our lives? Is all this a façade? The more we think of our lives, the less we are able to comprehend!

Have you ever noticed the uniformity in all the spheres in our lives? What’s the reason behind it? Why are all these things the way they are? Every possible explanation is nothing more than a mere interpretation? Some say whatever interpretation prevailed at a given time is a function of power and not truth. Does that mean, everything we know of is based on a lie, propagated by a person who had vested interests! What about facts? They are supposed to be real. Isn’t it? But facts can be interpreted differently as well. Until and unless the lion learns how to write, every story would glorify the hunter.

There are so many aspects of our lives, where we rob ourselves from having a point of view; instead we follow someone else’s perspectives. Why all of a sudden, a different individual’s outlooks take precedent over our own thought processes?

What about logic and rationality behind the interpreted argument? Isn’t supposed to prevail over everything else?