Tuesday, 7 March 2017

Sleepless Nights

Sleepless Nights


Oh.! My heart thou art great
Thy were poked, yet calm
I maketh thee lone, thou art courageous
Fought the hoi polloi to stay, yet never won
Thee taketh my pain fullest, yet be  peace
Thou art broken, yet maketh no utterance
Thou hast been crushed, bled, yet remain silent
Thou hast spent sleepless nights, thinking of the stubborn
Oh.! My bruised heart, none display ruth
Yet thou are lovable
Thou art heavy compiling emotions, 

 whence populace never giveth a hope
Oh.! My lone heart, everyone sees my jubilant countenance,

 none sees thee bleeding
Oh.! My heart I maketh thee another sleepless night, 

yet thou never stopped loving me, Thou art great.

                                                    -Prem'S

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

MEANT TO BE FREE

MEANT TO BE FREE


       In this contemporary world one of the main ingredients for a progressive life other than the food we eat, the roof which we live under, or the clothes we wear, is FREEDOM. It is the solution to a life which is fragmented with destructive brutality. Everyone of us right from childhood are taught what to do, what not to do by someone or the other. Our young brains are conditioned by the old norms due to which our brains have become limited. They have stopped creating and started imitating. This is the main reason why we lose interest in living and lead dull lives as we grow up. For many of us childhood is the best part of our lives because, it was the time when the brain had some megatons of creativity in its storage, the time when we use to question everything instead of accepting as it is. As time picks up pace our brains start holding on to facts and become stagnant. It is with this stagnant, dull minds we face the vast river of life which is endlessly flowing in all directions. This is the reason for our confusing chaotic life. Man built a society in these confused lines of life. We all treat society as a more important thing our individual relationships. But, we forget that this society in which we strive to live is only a name given to collection of our relationships with one another. It is this society-reputation pair that is responsible for helicopter parenting, excessive love and care that ruined our lives. It is responsible for parasitic lives.

          If we look back 3.5 billion years in to time when nature was ready for experimenting its most advanced creations, now if we jump into our future we can also see the same nature swiping all of its creative work. That is because we are gradually losing the ability to understand things with our fragmented brains. If we examine carefully nature is taking back everything that humans stopped using. Someday it may be our brain’s turn!!!

        In India, parents take care of their children right from their birth till they are assured that their off springs lead a good secured life. They teach us all the ethics ,religious customs and everything. We too adapt everything without a single question. Everything suits the picture perfectly until someone opposes it. Indians from the start wanted to be secure physically and pschycologically. This psychological security is called  GOD.

      The only way to approach this life rich with its profound vitality is developing our individuality . we should be free not only externally but also internally. We should be strong not only physically but mentally. We must let ourselves free from all the conditionings and start exploring things. Besides exploring the universe we must explore ourselves.  No one in the world can do it for us, we have to do it for ourselves.
              ALL OF THIS IS BECAUSE             WHATEVER WE ARE
  WE ARE MEANT TO BE FREE

                                       -Srujith Mula

Friday, 27 January 2017

My M.A Mates

                           My M.A Mates





A long sigh made I, lying down,
wall with portrait, made me nostalgic;
old mates jumping high I along on the wall,
those good old days; unity diversified all in us;
in us all, never a flaw nowhere found,
party guys to peak, crossed nowhere limits never;
be shield the best in their precinct,
things best, were the best in them,
to the corners of the world; their knowledge reach;
thank thee full all my life, yet not adequate 
for the best stounds; those wilt the 
stounds of best ever all....


                                     -Prem'S