Peace

When nothing makes sense and all you feel is detached,
Get your heart some warmth,
Cause the coldness is about to seep in,

And when that happens,
tears are bound to fall,
And people are going to get hurt,
So,
Prepare for the war, thats gonna rage within your soul

The world becomes dull, and you become lifeless.
Its the crucial times,
When your heart calls out for peace

The Aftermath

The Aftermath

This photograph is a depiction of a stark reality. It speaks of the impermanence of this worldly life. And whatever that we hold on to so dearly. For this persuit of solace and refuge is an illusive chase. Wherein; certainty is only but a distant dream. A testament to the fact that this is merely a prologue to the real story.

Even in this context, there are answers for those who endeavour to seek them. We all have the answers. We may or may not possess the moral courage to confess it. But we all have the answers. Sooner or later, one does succumb to the truth. It penetrates our whimsical cocoon. And hence, this facade shatters and crumbles.

One may not (and often does not) leave this carnage unscathed. But one evolves and develops an outlook that deems no challenge insurmountable. This evolution precedes a revolution. One cannot skip this tier.

This is a story of hope. It is a tale of resilience. It is a tribute to the impregnability of human will power. It celebrates conviction, loyalty, resolve, empathy, compassion, valour and sacrifice. It celebrates our countrymen who remained steadfast in the face of adversity, calamity and tragedy. They stood their ground in the eye of the storm. They believed. They knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that in the end, it is hope that always prevails.

Kernel vs Evil

The difference between my darkness and your darkness is that I can look at my own badness in the face and accept its existence while you are busy covering your mirror with a white linen sheet. The difference between my sins and your sins is that when I sin I know I’m sinning while you have actually fallen prey to your own fabricated illusions. I am a siren, a mermaid; I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean’s waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea. You are a white witch, a wizard; your spells are manipulations and you are cauldron from hell yet you wrap yourself in white and wear a silver wig.