Revisit your past to find out where you funded your thoughts and time and analyse the consequnces of your actions. If you still find them legitimate then go in the same direction or else revert yourself like you were before all these had started, a pious one. After all these destructive thoughts which were insinuated in your life by others subjugated you and made you what you are today, be the one before all of these started. Righteousness is not always hereditary, so you do worse and move further towards the worst by endorsing your idea which is meant for you only but impacting adversely heavily others. Parallely you know its not right but as you are subjugated by external forces, you want to do it, believing what they are insinuating you is true. Its an impasse for anyone who is indulged in this situation but in every situation there is a loophole. If you are in this, you know how to get out of it. Make your unstable world a stable one again before its too late, as before it was, before all of these had started.
Everyone would have watched or read the recent news of rape that some part of media is showing with full valour, not for justice but for TRP. Do we need to ponder over it or let this go as we are accustomed to?
I wrote my 600th post yesterday .. my journey on mirakee started just about two years back , thanks to my daughter who introduced this beautiful haven of words to me .. and I remember gingerly posting my first post that I had inked nearly after 25 years . I was awestruck at the phenomenal prose and poetry that my eager orbs read .. and I used to wonder if I could ever write like these amazingly talented commune of writers . Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would last beyond a couple of posts here .. but thanks to all the wonderful , kind and generous souls that took their time out to read and appreciate my work .. I stayed ..
Dear writers of mirakee .. I am indebted to each one of you for having been a source of strength and inspiration for me . I am grateful to @mirakee@writersnetwork for the opportunity given to a novice writer like me to be able to express myself through my words on a literary platform as beautiful as this .
I wish to paint my skin with stars and galaxies, cover all the scars and stop the wounds from bleeding. A pale sky in my eyes and clouds on my lashes; days would be swift and breezy, a hurricane would unleash underneath the moonlight. Crimson on my lips as the sunrays begin to peek in, blush or blood, the world doesn't look that deep. A tranquil field of lilacs dallying on my arms, to mock the chaos that resides inside and yellow on my fingertips for the sunflowers buried beneath. A stroke of dull grey on my chest, to blend in and avoid criticism, to not be seen as seeking attention. Bandages on my ribcage to protect my collapsing heart, a few metaphors here and there, it's called art. I'll save my legs the effort; black and blue go hand in hand, anyway.
I think I'd have painted enough to be labelled a masterpiece.