Nudity...

the word itself implies a range of feelings in everyone but apart from its sexual realms, its something so beautiful and to be admired of. no doubt that so many got confused in defining the real experience regarding it. i know in our country we have a common feeling that nudity is a kind of sin and should be protested against but all the time i disagree, i believe human body is one of the most beautiful thing ever in nature. the very shape and fine crafting of human body is something so magnificent and unique.

we've been brought up in a society that teach us the importance of body and at the same time it restricts everything beautiful with it, i couldn't help being silent seeing this contradiction, yet we never had any problem cause that was accepted as normal, but how do we define normal in this topic??

i believe the body is not something to be ashamed of. people are there who thinks his/her body should be covered from anything and anyone. i don't know why..

i have heard various reports of riots against the public portrayals of nudity, such an act arise from a predetermined mind about nudity, no matter if its poetry, paintings, or photos. everything was just destroyed or banished. they just believe they're protecting the society from the darkness, but in fact they aggravate the problem. their mind is too clouded to see the reality. someone or some principles hide this very reality from their minds and create an emptiness they fill with hatred towards the revelations of any kind. i feel pity but thats me

if we don't look into ourselves and if we can't find the beauty i guess we can't be called as Modern man, we just transformed our selves in everything except for the mind, it still stays at the dark ages...

I just Wish

i just wish i could take back the tears....

the hurt, pain and heartache.. just want to turn back the time and make everything straight..
may be thats what is life - a number of promises and broken dreams

                                               - no one get through life without tears

Love and Remembrance

i was not sure to write today but something was telling me to do, like there was something in my chest just waiting to explode out. whatever it is, i like it. it has formed in my mind and its my child.

all my life i felt a craving to be loved, there was many crossroads in life where i had to choose. many people loved me and many hated. i remember those who loved me, they loved me as one of their own. even with all my shortcomings in attitude, they found a simply way to love me.

i was confused about love, and being open in heart, i am someone who like to be loved a lot, yet i can't truthfully say i have loved them back equally. i wanted my love to be without any definitions, we can't simply put love in to a box called relation. i believed that..   love is something so higher that most of us never knew it.

i have done many mistakes in my life, some for love, some other for just relief and yet some other for pleasure and i know i have caused a lot of tears. it was like a river never stopped flowing. it keeps on flowing and i let myself drown in it. it may be my mistake but i let my feelings to define me. most of the times i was in control but sometimes i just let it take over me..

when i look back now, whatever that has happened had a reason, and i won't disavow any of that. let my sins be with me...

Somewhere in the World

i'm just frozen
my mind is stuck
a pair of sad eyes
a drop of tear

all the wrongs
and all the curses
shall find its way
the one who contains all

revelation is sacrifice
for something unknown
something i hope
that would wipe the tears away

i'm waiting
my mind is stuck in time

Erode station....

the yellow board was illuminated with a bright sodium vapor lamp. i read the words one more time, i repeated those in my mind, "erode junction". i was sitting near the window and it was almost past midnight when i reached there. the station had a high power light system which was way up in the high and connected with a long metal pillar but the mist was too much that the pillar was not visible and the lone bulbs in heaven portrayed a flying saucer.

every station feels the same. the ticket counters, policemen, tea stalls, book sellers and a thousand different people who most probably will never meet again. somewhere my journeys i had realized that all railway stations smell the same, the smell of coffee, the food and snacks, countless different sweat and other body fragrances, a lot of people and their hopes about tomorrow....

i could hear the announcement of another train approaching shortly, in this crowded night, in general coupe, i felt lonesome. All of it rushed through my mind, i just thought how many hours more?. sachin and selvin, my friends with a 100 different people i never knew was sleeping peacefully beside me...

i opened the glass window and took a deep breath, raindrops splashed in my palm. the train released its brakes with a shake and howled as it sped through the darkness towards coimbatore...

-the journey never ends...