WE

Evolution has happened in such a tremendous way that has magnified the essence of existence.  A million years ago when the homo sapiens were originally lost in wilderness as apes have now managed to hit the pinnacle of possibilities and are consistently creating a niche there. The Gods were  never called on forced duty by people as they were busy unveiling his musings. This took this incredible form of civilisation and with each step becoming a milestone, what was originally a simple thread has now manifested itself as prodigical technology.
Yet, the frowns follow, nastiness stinks,  narrower minds wishful of bulkier pockets and restless heads have become a social identity of this world at large. Why? Ironically, sharpened efficiency has stunted human sensitivity. Townships boast of temples but the Gods are bargained.
Workplaces are proud breeding places of insomniacs and  insanity. 'Humanism' if I may call it, is a department that might soon become part of major successful organisations to retain and catalyse productivity, provided we employ HUMANS as heads. We see slogans 'being human' speaking out loud to be rest assured to be heard. Shame isn't it? What is most basic has become a scream of sophistication that's talked about with puffed up pride.
People have found ample ways to reach but don't tread on the roads while they supposedly guide. Philosophies are cherished but to simply be oneself is a challenge that's self imposed. Honesty is debated upon while vulnerability holds no place in the arena. Emotions are nonsense while disguised prejudices are acceptable norms. Virtual world is a wonder while real smiles are no more a reality.
If this is called change, it would be wise to travel back to when it all began.  Maturity and wisdom does not exist in shelves or systems but in looking at oneself straight to see through another the same way. This is no supernatural business but the most beautiful treasure of our nature that has been comfortably ignored.
So, now what's the deal? Simple. That's exactly it. SIMPLE. Logical means simple. That's the USP employers and employees should carry along with their identities.
As this is a generation of trials and testers, this could be checked for errors. Bet upon that if you fail. This world will not need passports to heaven.

Create, Cremate

It all began with a hovering thought that spread the atrocities of the unusual and the unimaginable.  Bewildered as you are, so am I. Ridiculous, isn't it? But if you just take a deeper dig, most of us have been there. It's just that some have been so amazingly efficient at shoving them off into their background whereas some have struggled to just walk with them. Ways of the wild mind are what I mean. Hey, wish we had martial art trainers for these thoughts. They are a handful. 

I am supersuccessful in creating innumerable ones that have no significant outcome but for a tiring brain that would still not cease. Oh, Google could consider creating a post for me like, the Exhauster :-) and they could get away with their human Junk.  For days, they would drag on like a garbage keeper's rag waiting to be just dumped. 

It is only when the stench when I sniffed that I felt I needed to breathe. Yoga, music, words of wisdom and the like became the most coveted ones that I had for my luxury. I truly did not trust too much, considering the skeptic I am. They are way far cleverer than I am and this cremation that is also creating something is taking shape and I am as clueless as an ice-cube in water. But it feels ok to float. Some day,  I would reach somewhere but just trying to see how far I can float.  

Now man,  why the hell this stuff? To just tell you it is absolutely some crazy nonsense you create that is readily waiting to be cremated the very moment you glare. So glare and gleam in your own light. 

Best half

Clutching fists on the corridor, we walked
Blinking eyes and with petty worries we talked
Dong went the bell to perch ourselves on the creaking teak bench
As the clock needle hugged a four, our cycles welcomed our shoe stench.
Years flowed like slithering snow
Wrapping us up in some life unknown 
Many eyes met and many smiles seen
One fine morn your heart drove down to our road that's been
Smiles and whispers crooning our way
Your gentle 'hey'often moving me out of my cave
Hugs nor tears on your shoulders fell
As cushioned I was in your heart's well. 
An ounce of doubt not, with my handful few
Whole or half of my buddy heart, what do I call you?
Pasting yourself on my anguished frame,
Walking tall as I fell short and so you came
Blessed am I to hold your hand
My dearest friend, without you I forget how to stand.
When folks talk of better halves,
Only some know of rare ones like you called the best half.

Positive overwhelm?

Nights touch the skies, stars gleam in glory
The plentiful kisses of sunshine, the brook bubbles merrily
The pain of the land's keeper, his heart puffs in pride 
The proclamation of the graceful monsoon, the clouds scream in might
Ploughs of ceaseless effort dig the earth, pushing green pastures
Dripping nectar in a honey comb, 
Well, those are the willing swarming fetchers 
Tearful moans of the tiresome mare,  the snuggle of the perky little foal
Scringing bones of a runner's limbs, the shine of his inviting goal
Noises that seem,  music they feel 
Commotion that crawls, calm you shall see
If this is overwhelm, why should it not come? 
Peace it brings, 
Why will the mind not welcome?