You can have a favourite political party
You can support it publicly
You can point out others mistakes.
You can state facts
You can crack a joke on anyone of them.
But you have no rights to use your 'public figure' status to influence someone's mind.
You are playing all wrong.
You can outsmart/ outwit someone's thought here, but only here!
Being a public figure, you have the freedom to speak and write your thoughts and the bheed will follow you.
But from being an important person you have some unsaid responsibilities which clearly, many ignore.
You can state facts without portraying your filthy brain Divisive Mindset on people who do not know how to counter question you.
So, basically you are being smart to those who aren't actually questioning you!
Which indirectly means you are weak... Very weak indeed.
My advice to you people is, start talking to the people who beg to differ from you and have the write wit and the words to question you.
So that even you can be sure of your lovely choices.
Thanks for reading this!
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
Here's a story of fading Art.
Women weave it with their own hands.
Stronger is thread & the bond.
A heritage comes alive,
A culture starts to breathe.
Making it isn't a child's play,
This takes many days.
Art is immortal, Art is priceless.
Skillful people never say,
That they're been hardly paid.
Time has time n so has the outfits,
We prefer any trend that hits.
Not giving a thought of vanishing Art,
Totally breaks my heart.
With all this blend Bandhani is made,
Hindu makes & Muslim wears...
Diversity stays.
This rich Art might fade away,
I request each of you...
Do not let it happen this way.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
Take a plunge to the depth of life
that's where the truth lies.
After going against all odds
Living will be worth...
and Wise.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
"Never say someone to leave, specially when you know... they don't want to."
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
*I'll read your words irrespective of everything
They tend to calm the storm within*
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
Night has lost it's charm
This longing doesn't speak
to heart of mine,
Maybe the wait for some
hope has finally gone.
*Do you know!
The lost birds
of my town,
wander around
searching for you...
Tell me pal!
When hope dies
Don't you feel dead?*
But I'm Surviving on every single
detail that went through my heart
just to rapture,
all pleasant emotions
that once made me.... &
will never change.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
* "Didn't find anything,
to be as peaceful and satisfying as
raging war against the thoughts
in my head
that pester me to adore my past." *
Huh!!
With every passing hour that you let
yourself dream,
you stab your own heart
with your very hand &
relish the thought of bleeding
at your own convenience.
Then Gradually, I knew
the words I wrote
to make you everlasting,
imprint of my love...
will be my burial ground
dug by your very hands.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 4:17 AM UTC
Galloping through the apparently calm meadows,
My springbok hoofs were touching the grass softly.
How I rejoice hopping in the air above the cool moisty grass,
Hopping feels so ecstatic after a cool shower on the rainy season.
Maybe it's in the rain now that I feel so addicted to, but then I stop,
And probably it's the Anaconda's coil that siphons up on me now.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
4)
I moved into the woods
built a little cabin, below the rocks
and covered by the trees;
yet I had visitors
who had come astray into the wilderness
Someone wanting space for the night:
“Is there enough room in your cabin?”
“Why,” I said, “there’s plenty all round”
I was vegetarian
but the destitute offered themselves to me -
the religious might say: *God fed me
even in the wilderness!* Ha!
A wandering woman one evening,
she offered love in return
for shelter that night
She let me lick, taste her flesh
“Bite me,” she said
offering a foretaste in our foreplay
Why would they not leave me? –
these wanderers, the intruding world
No, I had not come in like Thoreau
or the Unabomber – but maybe
like the misanthrope Timon of Athens...
afraid of my own hate; but the innocent
seemed to be drawn in as to a...an...abattoir
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
Few muscles expand
In an upward curve doesn't
Make a smile dear
Muscles should expand
right. But the radiance that
pervades the heart ayes
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC