The Politics of HATE!

The word politician and anything related to  it comes like a blow of derogatory word.I don't feel surprised what a low level of politics our so called selected leaders have reached.
The politics that is filled with dirt and blood of many innocents who are being victim of religious grounds. The orange and green are forced and played upon to rip each other and plant the seed of hatred,each day a low tide in this gamble is reached.
Mob lynching,derogatory remarks,sexual comments,caste-ism,provocative statements,opportunist decisions,glory to self,fake praises etc etc is put to display for 2019 lok sabha elections.
And next what follows , in this sea of ignorance are the so called educated ones who eventually hold credentials are now completely blinded by selective party supports that they can now call a spade a flower too.
It is so disheartening that people choose the hands to lead that is stained with blood of innocents,the hands that has held tight the mouth of many,the hands that has strangulated the existence of humanity.

Yuck is the word that i can bring in when i read the comments on social media pages and varied posts and i sit quietly and wonder what goes in the mind of these people.
Today's notion is be a sheep in the herd and just nod your head to everything the saffron clothes say.
Do not voice out your opinion  because freedom of expression is in constitution only for saffron hunters.The blacks,whites,green and shades of other colors do not fill in the picture.And if you try to get in,the popular label of Anti National is royally tagged upon you.
If they say any dam shit is acceptable and glorified , but a statement coming in from anyone outside their interim sphere is put down in ashes.

I hang my head in shame to know the level of hatred this politics is resonating,the way media is shaping it further. It fringes me to know that worse is yet to come.

O so called civilized people,it's high time you wake up to this alarming call and unfold the blind cloth,start to rationalize and distinct from what is right with wrong.Politics can never be clean but can be made less dirty if Indians don't fall in trap of these anti national politics.
I know this is political myth but i am worried of the influence this is having on young minds.
I hope peace prevails.
Live and let live with the brotherhood and national integrity we all are proud of.
Jai Hind.


-SSW

Travel,your money will return but your time won't.

Some words that strike you hard in a subtle way,the tittle of this post did this to me.These words come from my little brother Musaib who has always been on an introspection end.And this made me ponder to put it in words here.
I am a person who enjoys the thought of  traveling to explore,however not so passionate that i would strive hard to make it happen or may be plan in a realistic approach.Moreover my family is an indoor people who prefer being along at home than wandering in space.

The ties up of life,specifically the commitment to work or being in the quadrant of an organization's professionally groomed slave takes away liabilities of time in an unknowing way.The constant knack of leaves is the biggest hurdle followed by the rat race that again gracefully moves out the salary which is already caged to the chain of savings.
Then comes health,availability of near and dear ones,logistic convenience and the list is endless.Huh so when the thought of vacation elicits then there is embedded system of interdependence.
In this case,the crazy soulful lonesome wanderers seem like a superman flying in air when i am standing as an observer in distance.The freedom and the sight both takes me away.But no i have a dominance of ' together we live ' so here again i plant the seed of vacation in available resources and this time i know my seed will grow.

Indeed traveling around the space makes me realize the might of my creator,He has blessed me with eyes,the sight to praise his Highness.
To fill my life with more gratitude ,more giving and gently to learn and grow to love.

And what about money,it's there to know it is required here.
Leaves,well i will see....

-SSW

Dear 2019

Another ride of 365 days comes to an end . As i am traveling back in this year i am trying to string together all the memories and all i can say it was a swift year ,moved at a pace i am unsure of.It was a year full of professional and personal turmoils yielding no bigger result however the journey made me glance at what life is.It was tough,i have come across moments where i have freezed to take a decision.This year has taught me to take risks which i never did,it made me financially very independent I have learnt to prioritize my responsibilities,i learnt to sacrifice my joy over my family's happiness,  have met many new people,had deep conversations,perspective and opinions of others has amazed me,this year has made me feel more blessed,filled with gratitude for the Almighty.
This year made me learn how to handle the different personalities,above everything i learnt to speak and take a stand because if we don't stand for ourselves ,nobody else will.Never be dependent or keep high hopes and expectations from humans,if somebody can grant your wish then its just your Lord.He listens and answers at the right time.
The hardest lesson i learnt is everything has its own time,you cannot win over it.Do not plan your life waiting for something to happen,rather create opportunities and carve your path,the thorns are inevitable but the strength shall soar.
However the saddest part is i din't fulfill any of my goals ,my sheer lack of determination is what i wish to come over in this year.I did not reach anywhere close to my fitness goals.Inconsistent work outs and practice has again kept me way from 21 km marathon.A busy schedule took away my time to explore mountains.the target of 10 books per month made me realize i cannot just lie in one corner and stick to books but balance it with other important events and family.I have still not figured out my work interests.My business ideas failed miserably with no execution.Everyday i wonder while traveling to work,all i am getting is a salary which is important but how much is my potential and talent getting justice.How much can i groom myself.I took no efforts to write a book instead just dreamt of it.I have to settle in my personal life and shoulder responsibilities
This year 2018 has given me a mirror to my skills as well as flaws and as i am welcoming 2019 i shall again strive hard to fulfill all that i have left behind,ready to learn and grow and find a meaning rather a purpose to life.
Dear 2019 i am prepared for newer challenges,memories and beginnings.Year after year the bundle of my experiences makes me understand the greatness of my Almighty and his mercy.I am grateful for everything right from my joys to tears.
To end Thank you 2018,and dear 2019 I welcome you with sincere prayer for the well being of my family and friends.

-SSW

The Art that Reflects.

P.C Google

The trajectory of colors stand in a line ,
When the glance of lens catches them fine.
What a beautiful image echoes the one,
Who owns the pride of being it's rum.
The kick of its melody addicts the soul,
The trance of its beauty catches the whole.
You set them in a frame of beautiful art,
And weave it to glorify the hidden dart.
The passion of colors stills the moment,
Stealing the breadth of mystique torments.
The green field amidst the smiling eyes,
And the wailing heart of love that dies.
The sculptures carved of lost portrait,
And the pieces hooked like a bait.
The walls,corners,rivers with valley,
The rising sun and the dusky alley.
They pose to the lens and set an affair,
To muse it's thought of a beautiful pair.
Combing the streets and the wild sky,
A photographer walks with a bird's eye.
The ordinary glances seems so different
When viewed from the world of knitted.
Like the depth of the ocean lying beneath,
Echoes the narrative that is tangled within .
The 'Art that Reflects' in the eyes of a click,
Has a concealed story that begins to speak..

-SSW

Let 'me' elope...

When i close my eyes to hear the call,
Throwing back to chaos in midst of all..
The radiant mask ,silently whispers to me,
Give your words wings to rise so free....
And my heart writes this story of Me!

Let 'me' elope to the space of another,
To bow to the sight of vastness of nurturer.
The nature rings the trumpet of its love
Wearing the Cape of the unidentified one .
Serene and calm is the black ocean above,
With the glittering sparks of the rising stars .
The dancing breeze drowns in the black,
With the rays of moon traversing back.
When can i sleep in the arms of beauty,
Of the nurturing light smiling swiftly.
When can i hear of  all the lullabies,
That play together like a humming bee!
When can i see the laid carpet green,
Gently knitted to ease the rising grief!

O'People
Let 'me' elope to the world of another,
Away from your hatred and the shudder.
When i close my eyes to hear the call,
Throwing back to chaos in midst of all..
I see you gasping for an ounce of love,
But the stone of  heart has blocked it all,
The carpet green is with the stain of red,
The war of enmity has made it bled!
Let it stop else thy drown in the ashes,
Open your eyes ,
before you find yourself in heap of trashes!
Till then ,i shall elope to the world another,
Of my thoughts,words and the nurturer!


-SSW

The Little shit

Shitty shat shits across the shitted one,
The nature calls the dung of the pun
Why they begin to utter the chitter chats,
They grow in the grotto of the hidden brats..
Peep through the ladder of their thoughts,
Clean is their house but messy is their floor.
The bitter talks when trots through the path
Snips across the walls of many grievous heart.
But the shitty shats loop around in accord,
To throw the brow of venomous glance,
Their talk,their looks and the canthus,
Reflect the shitty shats living in their self .
So know the story of the hidden brats,
As these piece of shits are around like rats.
Do not heed or give them a chance to brawl,
Cage them in silence thy not giving a shit to theirs .

-SSW

The Melodious trance

Swings the breeze across my cheeks ,

As i swirl to its soothing feel...

What makes me smile i talk aloud,

To the silence looping in the crowd!

The yellow field can i catch O' love,

Or may be let it grow much above?

Running across my wave of thoughts,

Pauses a moment of flickering love!

Twinkles my heart to moving trance,

When my soul giggles to what is sour!

The knowing of self is drowning to world,

Loosing its hold is seen by all..

I am the captive of the prisoner of Me

Not knowing the worth of 'Who is she'..

The constant knacks of the ladder built,

By the will of what the society thinks..

The mountain of heap was difficult to reach,

Until i felt its not the need!

The shackles of wall loosened the prisoner,

To fall in love with the flickering moments,

To escape in trance and feel the oneness

To the ocean left behind  the restless!

And that glowed the piece of inner me,

To gather the peace of melodious reach!

My strength is the self that completes me,

I shall love it beyond the societal breech.

-SSW