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Ramblings of a confused mind

I am just so confused and have so many questions to ask but I am really afraid, will I be able to find the answers of all of them. Will I be able to understand how it all works. And somewhere deep down I know its like a Flow of wind and to change this flow, I am, as ever, young and powerless. But here I am taking the liberty of my blog page to jot down these musings and question so that you guys can help me to find my answers. I am just curious about where are we all heading towards – A more secure space or to a future which is like a web in which we all are trapped like an insect who is so helpless and powerless to hold on its own life. Yesterday I was watching the news channel and I am really offended by the media coverage. What has happened to our media
I am seriously pissed off by their ways of anchoring and telecast or broadcast…
Have they forgotten that they are their to share real information and facts and not to improvise it accordingly…It’s their responsibility to brodcast but what they all are trying to do is To pass judgements and declare the result…will someone tell them what their real job is! They need to know which is more important—news we want or news we need—who decides the difference, It surely should be them and us together because it will be didactic to ignore what viewers want in favor of something they “should” see. I know sometimes its not necessary or it’s not useful to be harping on old news when there’s news people want to see. But what i am trying to say here is that their news might not be news people want to see, but that news is what people ought to see. Yes its a litany of accusations about how dangerous it is for a reporter to speak before knowing all the facts. Or not revealing all the facts because they are afraid of TRP or ranking but they are forgetting that in the end people believe that reporters only tell the truth, and reporters should have known that, and should know that their words are more frightening than anyone else’s. They ought to know that their words have more weight. And how detestable it is to ignore that responsibility. They ought to Watch their words because they weigh a lot more than they think and especially when their job is all about what they say…a reporter’s job is to report the news, and make it seen by people, and lawmakers, and the president and prime minister and make them see the fact where they are going wrong and not to sell their news. They ought to know how dangerous it is to report news with impact, without fact. It’s like they all are barking without any basis and they are eager to ignore the facts in favor of impact.

I leave this topic over to you to think about it but I also know there is only one thing which we all can do…Judge a news and then believe in it…

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Poetic Mind

Well what could i say,
If a corner is filled with light of happiness
Another will always be filled with sadness
Is that why I always fear and look for misfortunes even if its in the slightest way possible If I see myself surrounded by happiness.
Is that what’s true
Is it because of morose
I unwillingly approve of sorrows
I know People are no one
But they are everyone
And we cant deny and isolate ourselves and go staggering
We belong to them
It does not matter whether we fit in or not, it never did
We connect and communicate
And the only thing which is our talisman is Emotions
Than why fake them
Why do we all wear a mask
When all we have with us are
Our Emotions
Our emotions defines our motion
And we should obey this regulation
Its not a revelation
But I am shockingly surprised with the action
Because while I am writing this
Weighing no less than an ocean
I still don’t use the technique of ablation
Yet i am suppressing my very own emotion…

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Poetic Mind

इस स्वाभाविक बात को
क्यु नहीं समझता जमाना हैं
मैं अगर राह भूल जाऊ
या भटक जाऊ
पर मुझे कश्ती में सवार होकर
मंजिल तक पहुचना हैं
लहरों से लड़कर हि सही
पर अपने सफ़र पर चलते रहना हैं
मुमकिन हैं कि मैं हताश हो जाऊ
गिर भी जाऊ, शयाद टूटकर बिखर जाऊ
मगर मुझे उठकर
फ़िर एक दिन खुद को सँभालना हैं
इसलिए आज खुद को हि अपने आंसू को पोछना हैं
और नाराज़गी के नज़रानॆ को किसी
धुन्धली याद की तरह बेफ़िक्री से पीछॆ छोड आना हैं

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Poetic mind

If only tears were poems

Every drop would have a different story to tell

And every story will be a chinese whisper.

If only you could read in between the lines

You will be knocking at the door of heart

Because poems are a portal to enter inside someone’s Heart

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Poetic mind

I am longing for that perfect kiss
Your lips touch my lips and the feeling, is what they called bliss?
But I am in no hurry
Yeah, I do have some thoughts to worry
And waiting for you patiently
Is surely the one to top on my listicle
I see people holding hands
And making promises like any other silly mistake
But I am in no hurry
Take your time
And be my perfect man of errors
I would love to fight with you
But promise me
The fight will always be about us
And not about the circumstances
I want you to come and give me a big bear hug
But I wanna run to you to give you a back hug
And I often think about you in my day dreams
Sometimes I write letters to you
just the one like this
Asking you about how you doing?
Are you thinking about me too?
Or am I the only one longing for you…
Hitherto I have been waiting for you
And often we meet in every other book I read
I catch a character and
Imagine the quality to be beholded by you
I have already made up my plans to watch some shows with you
And I don’t want you to love Harry potter as much as I do
But I wanna dance on “O Children” with you
And something tells me,
you will be opposite of
what i have imagined
But I am sure someone will stumble upon this and smile for a moment to pass on
That’s why today I decided to play with words…

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Poetic mind

Kaatib e aehsaas bn likh du ,main kuch yu
Ki teri sadaa bhi yaad aaye
Or teri muskuraahat bhi
Or fir ye pal tham jaye
Hm tum kuch zikr kre
Thoda hase thoda or is pal ko rukne ki zidd kre
Or fir me gham e kaatib bn russwai likhu
Jo waqt ne hme di
Na wo thehra, na hm, bs chal diye zindagi ke sang
Kuch or nagmo ko padhne
Kuch or haqueqat ki thokrne khane…


Kaatib- writer

Sadaa-Voice

Russwai-insult

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June

You were my june
Nope, actually you are my june
June as to say my summer
Now you are like a midnight summer Dream
The difference is
It was all about celebration back than
And I can’t believe, I forgot
how could I,
Deny that pleasure comes with the pain
And Maybe
Its, a bunch of lost collective
I have lost my love for words
I lost the chain of thoughts
I lost my favourite book
I lost you
To whom I used to visit
To share my feelings
And irony is I never once shared how i felt
It was always a mystery to me
And now I think
I am close to find an answer,
How you used to use your magical spell
To spread your charm
To put heart and
Let thoughts dwell
Now june has all together a different meaning for me
Nostalgic ,yes!
A midnight summer dream, yes!
To come back to reality, yes!
A way to my retreat , yes!
But moreover,
June is a Memoir!