Saksharism

Time flies. Once the sight of the tiny, Enthusiastic eyes that always  Glittered at the sight of all, Slowly became bigger, sharper. The scary stare of those very eyes blowing the glee from all their faces, Developing a dark shade of anxiousness, The inability to think confidently. The reluctancy to accept them As a part of her well-wishers Is the sudden brainchild of hers. Then who does she believe? Her father? No- he is a misogynist, The person who made her life hell, He who ruined her alcohol parties and, Not forgetting- testing her boyfriends. Her brother? He is cursed - He faces abuse from her end, Starting from social circles to home. He got her suspended from school, For what? Taking her notebook !! Her uncle? Omg - he is a rapist, She got him behind bars for touching Her hand without permission. Her teacher? He is ridiculous, She broke his cellphone for deducting Her "hard-earned" marks for errors. Strange, isn't it? It seems so. But who does she believe then? Doe...

As we move and Proceed towards the  Unknown, the deep secrets Of life, both known or not, Have we ever realised What does the world Have to offer us?  Most of us haven't. Starting from the hills, Valleys, rivers, and moving  Towards the plains, deserts And finally the beaches,  The seas and oceans, with  The islands in between, are  A display of the underlying  Potential created by That which is always felt, That which is always realised. Science may or may Not Give a satisfactory response, But does that nullify the existence  Of something that governs us? The corners of every place Or natural creation contains An energy, that energy  Which is abstract Yet apparent. Calamities are a sign of what? A sign of nature's envy, A sign of protest Against the injustices Done to it, as a result Of our selfish desires. Where is humanity? In  A slowly sinking ship, A ship which is hit by tides On all sides, and is struggling  To keep it's balan...