ClashedBeaks

In light of the philosophy that this video propounds, Indian independence struggle against British imperialism is a testimony of how mass civil disobedience (1930) can make an invincible tyrant kneel down. Nonviolent civil disobedience throughout India was a wake-up call for British raj. It realised that once the conscience of 'enslaved' gets awakened, it cannot be thwarted for long. For today's society, 'Brave New World' by Aldous Huxley gives a great insight into how when your conscience finds its' voice, solace comes in seeking the answers to the questions that hitherto you were oblivious to. I personally feel that many wouldn't want to awaken their inner-voice, for many 'ignorance is bliss'. It would be cruel to subject an unprepared mind to existential realities, nature has its own ways of doing that. We as mortals should limit ourselves to our own search, not make it a personal agenda to awaken everyone, that would be equivalent to a tyrant/e...

IN MY DREAM, A FIERY BEAM SHONE THE MIRROR OF MORROW I SAW MYSELF IN VALIANT RED, IN HELM OF MY SHIP KORA HAIL CAPTAIN! HAIL CAPTAIN! MY SAILORS CRIED IN ACCORD OF THEIR STOIC MASTER WHO HAD BLUE BLOOD OF ROMANIAN PRIDE, WHO WAS THEIR SOLE SUSCEPTOR SET ON SAIL AFTER GIVING VISIT TO BETHEL THEY WAVED AN AVE TO THEIR LOVED ONES RHAPSODIC JOY GLEAMED IN THEIR EYES WHICH BROUGHT AN INEXPEDIENT COMMOTION FOR MONTHS THEY SAILED ON VIOLENT TIDES WHICH MADE NO PEACE WITH THEIR CAPTAIN'S PRIDE HE LED THEM INTO A PEACEFUL SIDE OF WHAT THEY CALL HIS DEFT STRIDES MISERY FOUND THEM WHEN THEY WERE ON THEIR GLORY DESPAIR TOOK OVER WHEN ENEMIES' SHIP CAME IN THE SCENERY FEAR, HAD THEIR THROAT CLENCHED BUT FOUND PEACE IN THE CAPTAIN'S WORD, IN WHICH THEY WERE DRENCHED 'LOOK TO ONE'S LAURELS' CAPTAIN CRIED 'DON'T FEEL DEFEATED BEFORE YOU HAVE TRIED'  'IF PROVIDENCE HAS HIS GAZE ON YOU,' 'HE WOULD BE DISMAYED T...

Both genders were lost in each other with their fingers entwined. They both knew that they can’t have each other right away. They were standing in the corner with the guy’s back on the metro’s wall and girl completely leaning on him. Their eyes locked in each other with pheromones running wild. They were tracing every part of other’s body in their imagination and riding high on the amorous aura which both were emanating. They finally reached a café. It was crowded but they got a seat. It was a very uncomfortable spot in the middle of the room where everyone could look at them, their table was in the way to the counter. They sat across each other. The guy sat with his chest straight and buttons half undone, the shirt hung loosely to reveal his smooth chest. His sturdy neck and broad shoulders invited the girl for an intimate hug, one which she wanted desperately, and one, which she knew, she can't have. His eyes were locked with hers and his juicy lips outlining a despe...

Earthern here, a maiden thee Blindly trusting is she           Ripped her breast and grazed her thighs Bested by her own kith and kin Earthern here, a maiden thee Blindly trusting is she Cement plastered over the ground Bird whimpers, as trees fall down A flat erected, where a nest once sit Ah! The homeless bird, poor thing Earthern here, a maiden thee Blindly trusting is she Their wallet is thickened with green But maiden lay, her body all maimed and torn On an edgy pitch of fourth-day test cricket She comes down like an inning of dismal wicket fall Earthern here, a maiden thee Blindly trusting is she But she is a shield-maiden too In image of ire she dawns, anew Beheading all, she would be swift Becoming a keen-edged steel Earthern here, a maiden thee Blindly trusting is she

A Walk Alone My anxious self It's numb, it's in dark The walk alone Unsteady faltered and tumbling Demons call me out Lips utter no sound Throat mine is dry The eye not doing What sounds are around Teeth chattering, bones crackling The smell of sweat and blood Where thou lead me?  Who there, whose eyes are thee? At distance, it shines Fiery, glaring and all terrifying A walk alone, to meet the ire A time was when Leering judgements made no sense A time is now When there's a judgement upon me An unholy place An unholy rule I to live among An unholy folk

Why do you wish to marry your daughter? What drives you in this venture?  I see you being anxious and hurrying in your efforts to find your daughter a groom? Why this hurriedness, is this out of love for her or out of peer pressure and self-interest?  Over the years, I have found you and mother making wrong investments. Most of your investments backfire and failed to bring fortune and happiness to the family. It is not as if you are downright a failure in your ventures, but you fail to produce the desired results for whatever reasons. In the light of these facts, I find myself not completely trusting your attitude while undertaking this new quest. You fail to assure me, and whether you choose to disregard my doubts over your credence, I would not back off from commenting over your efforts, this is the only thing I can do under the boundaries of my social status.  Answer me, what do you look for in the guy and his family? Is it how materially well-off they are? Or how do t...