My ideal is not the one person I can trust with closed eyes but whom I can trust with my open eyes and reason…













My ideal


light of the spirit




Like the downfall of the day

Darkness surrounded me all around

The wind blew cold and harsh

Making peculiar sounds…


I turned back, moved forward

But nothing could I see

The darkness eating me thoroughly,

I struggled to be free…


I refrained, cried, yelped for help

But it was darkness all it could be

Then out of anxiety I closed my eyes

And a line of light hit me…


I craved deep- deeper, deepest

I had ever-ever been

The light prevailed- bright, brighter, brightest!

Beyond I had ever seen…


I was clearer than the clearest crystal

More free than one would ever had been

The darkness outside vanished with that of inside

My world glittered with the brightest rainbow ever seen!












Introduction to poetry writing


So many times, we want to know, “how to write a poem”. Well, I will post about it next time, but before that, one must know, what exactly a poem is. I’m not talking about its definition of course, you may find that too much on the web. We are talking what it is, what it is meant to be.

Poetry is a way of expression, a way of demonstration of ones way of thinking and reasoning, ones conflicts…a window to what one is. It works on social issues, the way the society thinks and the way it should.

 How often we may deny it, poetry films the poet (Though only a part).

Now, what a poem consists of;

1)     Rhyme

2)   Metre and Scales

3)    Puns and other literary criticism (or plain straight)



Rhymes have been an important part of the poetry since time immemorial. From nursery rhymes to classical Shakespeare to “Daffodils” and till date, how we love rhymes!

AA, ABAB, AABB, ABCB, or a more complex one, rhyme is something that makes us sing the whole thing and makes it pass smooth like butter.

If you don’t write in rhyme, no problem…but rhyme is certainly amazing…!





Metre and Scales. Well, if one doesn’t follow rhyme, following a scale is quite an advantage. If you follow both, wow!

Personally, I never look much at scales, but sometimes a perfectly composed scale draws my attention like a splendid rose in the bush and then I go gaga over it.

 Metres obviously are one of the important shining elements of poetry(not much easily found), and it is amazing to write in one.



Puns and other literary criticism

Look, let me be straight forward, without puns, paradoxes, hyperbole, oxymoron, alliteration, irony, etc……it sucks at times.

If you just write, “I have a dog and it is brown in color” it is not a poem.

Everything is not a poem.

No puns or literary criticism is like, ok (but seriously…no criticism??), but you must have something there that says more than your words. At least make them think a bit. A plain straight poem with not much literary criticism has become one of the favorite tastes of today, but again; do make them think a bit. Make them learn a bit.



A poem without any of the three mentioned above (Rhymes, metres, literary criticism), is not likely to be appreciated much.

Though being a good poet does not depend only on these for sure.



So, if you are on for being a poet or writing a poem, go straight, but leave some voids for your readers to stop, think, reason, judge and appreciate. Make it adorable, but never compromise with the truth…for truth is what literature should be.

Have any questions? Do not agree to this article? Do comment and fight back!


The wierd human rights


Killed 247

Still alive,

Laughed at innocent deaths,

Lives in thrive.


Was driven to court,

When was caught,

Proven guilty

In one shot.


Still sent to another

Court for plea

Millions for safety

Spend on thee!


Proven guilty,

Plead Anyway,

Still more years

In a heavenly jail!


And again the mighty

 Story runs

The cruel killer,

Sees the sun.


Escapes and

Never returns

If not, he

Still lives with puns!


After a couple

Of years then,

Sentenced to death

Are such men


If ever.

But then they plea

A longer tale

Of survival. See.


Then the godly

Humans we,

Open our hearts

And let them “free”.


If not,

They are sent to be slay

But the “humanity”

Of our society is blamed!


How can we be

So hard at heart?

Kill a mighty

Creature Of god!!!


The one who did kill

 only “247”

How can we do such?

Being women and men!


The human rights

And all the great,

Men and women

Their positions take!


“Humanity slayed!
Humanity slayed!!!”

Cry the voices

At once, awake!


Yes, they are right

It’s a human amidst,

Hundreds of innocent

Humans who killed.


Oh, it was a

Big mistake

They will not repeat

Their “souls” are blazed.


Yes they did

Kill hundreds of men,

But they did not

Know it then!!!


The gun fired

Itself and out.

They did not hear

The painful shouts.


They were so innocent

That they didn’t

Know that they were

Being a villain.


They did not see

The crimson red blood flow

Out of the wounds

They themselves blow.


They did not see

The grief stricken mother

Crying for her child each second

Growing shudder.


They did not see

The breathless brother

Carrying in his arms

His dead sister.


Who carried her,

As if she

Would get up, hug him,

And start to speak.


Nor did they see,

The infant or the kid

Crumble in pain

In their mum’s hid…


The bride who had just,

Wed some days in bloom

Sitting like a statue

Near his headless groom.


The flowing lava

Of blood or pain

The big big eyes

Fear-grief stricken.


No he didn’t.

Trust him friends!

He did not mean

To harm them then.


And he is

sorry now

And so god,

Must be proud!



Is in our blood

He has his

“Human” rights as such.


Yes he has.

For he is still a human

After brutally

Slaughtering for fun!


No, trust me!

He isn’t a devil

We must give him

A chance, we will.


As he did

To them he killed,

He didn’t?

Oh! Leave it still.


He does have

A tender heart.

A family, a friend

A wife not far.


How will his

Big family live?

We must forgive

For sorry he is.


For those he killed

Had no family as such,

No one needed them, trust me,

Don’t be harsh much!


He will not repeat,

He has already told.

Now stop your questions

He is getting bored.


Human rights! Human rights!

Human rights!

A thing for which he can

Always fight.


For those he killed,

Had nothing as such

They weren’t humans,

Don’t care so much!


And so,

By mighty humanity

Our “innocent” killer

Is left free!


Given an amount

To restart his life,

So he can

Live with his beautiful wife.


Those he killed?

Oh! Already dead!

Their near ones

Have no left tear to shed.


But what?

Its all about human rights.

Anyone can

Take some free advice.


If you are killed,

You are no longer human, man.

You killed them?

You are alive? Yes? So you can!


Plead a bit for your

Beloved life

Live happily with your

Bloody knife.


Human rights!

Human rights!
The devil has also

Some human rights.


A bloody devil who

Cut hundreds before his eyes

A heartless demon who

Enjoyed the pain of the dying sight!


Human rights!

Human rights!

Wow! The weird abnormal

Human rights!






These are my own personnel views. I hereby state, its not against anyone or anything as such.

I respect human rights of people, but don’t get how devils who heartlessly slaughter hundreds of innocent lives have got them!

Terrorists and anti-social agents destroy the peace of the society and the world, leave millions of children homeless and parent-less, and if ever caught (if ever), are forgiven because of some “weirdo” human rights? Wow!


A person who does not even has the minimum “capabilities” and “qualifications” for being called a human!

Yes, you heard right, “qualification”.

I m not talking of educational qualifications, but there must be some “code” to be called a human.


What do you think? Are such devils humans?