Insanity

Happiness was you from the sun to night,

The eyes went numb without your sight.

Forget the faults, forget the stars,

My heart still aches by the wounded scars.

The way you smiled and made me to,

I can explain but to a very few.

I still believe in the words you spoke,

Which merrily came and my heart soaked.

In an open field I will always wait,

 Where you would running come and change my fate.

Together, our love will surpass our vanity,

And then will I prove my sheer insanity.

Jai Hind!

Sixty-eight years of independence and we have made a country that we love to live, that we have made it worth our existence and are extremely proud of it. Patriotism is not only a feeling but also the actions we take, the thoughts we think and the kindness we show towards our people and the nation as a whole. It is too easy to stand for the anthem and bribe while you are way home, much easier to curse the system than to change our own selves. It is not even good to brag about one’s sentiments for the nation and force people to do the same. It is what should come from within and the willingness to be a part that brings change, no matter how small it is. It is the most clichéd thing to say and which is thought to be non-relevant and much ignored but a nation as a whole cannot change until each one residing within changes. We all live at different places, belong to different religions, have different duties and commitments to fulfil but let us cohere our deeds which helps our country to succeed as well. It beats every emotion when our nation is proudly talked about and we represent it, fills our heart with pride and gives a sensation that is second to none. May our country be what all of us dream it to be and may we work for it. Jai Hind! 

Posted by Aditya

Love

The farther they are, the closer they seem.

The harder they are the softer they seem.

In a world full of contradictions,

It exists as a soothing addiction.

For some it’s a worship, for others it’s an art.

For some it’s the mind, for others it’s the heart.

Before it was sweet, and after turns bitter.

It’s not the feeling, but people that litter.

All that is glitter is not all gold,

How can you despise, things older than the old?

Like the chaos of a war, like the peace of a dove.

Is there a other word or do we call it love?