What my pen wrote

 God glanced at the spectacular AI console that had taken over decision-making and smiled. In the several millennia of creation, God had worked tirelessly, creating and keeping the creation happy. Racing against time, starting lives, or pulling brakes, revving lives beyond imagination or swerving to change paths was exhausting. And ever since God had created humans, rest and recuperation vanished into thin air. Humans were quite happy to forget that they were just a minuscule part of the creation. Their problems were difficult to solve because they just did not accept any solution! God had made humans intelligent, hoping that they would learn to take care of themselves.  Instead, the humans just used their intelligence to capture God’s attention in ingenious ways like prayers, offerings, words, and art, which left God with very little time to manage the rest. Protect me, save me, they chanted every day. The notifications from humans just kept coming, some of them so tr...

  1. Jab we met A riot of rainbow colours was exploding as the march progressed.! A multi-coloured sea of head gears, clothes, accessories, and banners, some were shouting slogans while some were dancing, and some of them were just walking along. There was a space for everyone in this parade.  Slogans (Pride not prejudice, Break the binary, I am proud to be me) Dum Dum Dum the sound of drums erupted to loud cheers.  Ryan started clapping and then found his feet tapping and dancing The next thing he heard was an ouch and he saw someone swaying forward in a fall? Oops, had he stepped on someone’s toes? Even as he tried to turn around, the falling lady was caught and steadied and a fall was averted. Whew! “So sorry so sorry,” he apologized,” Are you ok?” “I am fine. The environment is so infectious. I understand,” Prithy who had nearly fallen, smiled.” Thank you” she told the hand that was still holding her. “No Problem,” said Veena. “Isn’t this great? This is my first tim...

You need a goal, the brain said. A vision that draws your eyes, And your mind will follow likewise. A journey without a destination, Will dump you in an unknown station. "A million myriad sights in my horizon, I can count," Exclaimed eyes, "What if the last one is unfound?" Check the possibility of success, the brain said. Do you have proof that your arms will support, That, the weight of your dreams they can hold? A journey which cannot be completed, Is no better than the one that is not started. "How will I know my strength unless I stretch ", Whispered arms, "Possibilities of what I can fetch?" You need to have a plan the brain said. Steps that ably guide your feet, Unambiguous, solid and neat. A journey without a route, Is an uncharted, wasted pursuit. "As I walk, I could stumble and steady on my path", Dreamed the feet, "Do I have to worry about the math?" Measure how far you have come the brain said, Does your heart be...

  I shut my eyes I shut my eyes, With a signal to stop my thoughts, Thoughts that seep from the past, Memories that will not let my present pass. I shut my eyes To purge my mind of the blocks, Blocks that stop the flow of my thoughts, Opaque to the sweetness of the past. I shut my eyes, With a plea to invite sleep, For moments of silence in the storm, A blessed oasis in the whirlwind of happening. I shut my eyes. To will that sleep will never creep, Taking with it my precious time, Time pregnant with a million possibilities  I shut my eyes, When they threaten to flood Rushing to reveal me to the world, Reckless, leaving me vulnerable, exposed. I shut my eyes To will them to break the draught, With a downpour to quench my thirst, Seeking help to heal and rebuild. I shut my eyes To block the light so harsh, Counting the grains of sweet solitude, Creating a warm blanket just for me. I shut my eyes To focus on the elusive light, That I know is hidden in the molasses, Waiting for i...

  Our lives are bound together by many things we want. Love, happiness, success, comfort, money. Satisfaction …….the list could go on. But isnt the common factor  the word “ want” “ Wants are the threads that carry us through our lives.” Wanting  to fill our lungs with air is our body’s want without which we cannot live. Very often we feel the depth of our want but fail to recognise other’s desires. We often feel that others  do not recognise our longing. Is it because  we all long in such different ways ? Is it because the rules of fulfillment are so different for each of us, so natural yet so different? In the texture of longing, I explore  a few  paths that longing could take for each of us, using the metaphor of the 5 elements of nature.  As you traverse with us on these paths, do turn the mirror inward if you feel like, and explore your own longing. Texture of my longing : Air I sweep, I flutter I float I float with my longing and spread Spr...