Thousand sparks of rebellion

The sparks of rebellion are mediocre for the stale eyes

but start flashing the light once the flame gets bright

the oppressing, dull tyranny will try to put out the flame

but it will have surpassed and spread to miles

flames are strong and impossible to put off

revolution will be inevitable

Even if someone closes the pot too tight

the pressure finds its way out

either from gaps or throwing out the lid

or breaking the pot altogether

this vapor is strong and impossible to be oppressed

and revolution will be inevitable

Thousand years of oppression ,

thousand years of grief

will give rise to thousand sparks of rebellion

It can revolutionize humanity

Because strangled ideas have to escape the tyranny

and revolution will  be inevitable

Warmth- a short story

                             

     Claire looked over the glass of milk mom forced her to drink everyday. The white liquid turned distasteful with every second she stared at it. When morning routine took over in Claire’s life she sought for new rules every time the sun rose. The sun spoke million words to Claire. Every word brought her warmth and hope. She was told that the sun was the ultimate source of light and related to all the positive things in life. Claire had questions unanswered about life. She questioned every mundane decision she made.

  She wanted super powers just like the superheroes she read about in comics. She secretly wished that she was born a mutant or was a Demigod. She gulped down the whole glass of milk wishing she would gain super strength . She thought her goal in life was futile if she did not gain any super powers one way or another. She wanted to go forward with helping people but something stopped her. She still wanted answers to her questions. 

   Claire looked out of the window to see the sun glowing with all its might in the East waiting to set again heading towards west. Each morning Claire wanted to run to the sun and sun’s speed seemed faster with every moment gone. 

   This morning was different for Claire. She wanted to ask questions at any cost. She looked at the sun. She was blinded and she looked away. She somehow made attempts to look at it again. It seemed like the sun was calling her towards him, like he wanted to whisper something. She looked at it. This time directly in its eye. Claire was blinded this time and she couldn’t see anything else. She felt like something entered her eyes which would never leave. She couldn’t understand if her eyes were open or closed. She passed out on the floor with her questions unanswered. 

   After a while, Claire gradually opened her eyes. She rose up to her feet feeling an intense but invisible flame burning through her body which is as palpable as air. She glanced upon a plant nearby and saw it in a vast range of colors. It was confusing as she could never guess the actual shade of plant.

   All Claire ever wanted was to give hopes and energy to her fellow human beings, but her inner self was fighting with her newly acquired abilities and life. She looked to her right and started crying. Her tears splashed out in the form of flames emitting immense heat.Her newly found energy was more than just emission of heat. It was all Claire believed in since when she was young. She felt like someone answered her questions. She felt like she was gifted although a bit late to help others. But she couldn’t believe herself. She couldn’t differentiate between dreams and reality for someone who always lived in her dreams.

   “Claire help me! I am bleeding” Claire suddenly heard her little sister scream. Claire ran to her with the weight of her sunny abilities on her although not sure if they were helpful. Claire picked her sister’s hand and kissed it and dressed up the cut to stop bleeding and hugged her. 

“I always find warmth around you. Thank you for filling me up with generous energy.” her sister said. Claire was grateful towards the sun for the warmth and her recent embodiment. She averted her eyes to a mirror next to her to see her heroic self. However, her face was pale and body humane. She kept staring at the mirror for a while. Finally, she said, “You don’t need superpowers after all”. Claire’s sister looked at her with a blank face.

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A perpetual label stuck on your face

Traps your body behind callous cells

This painful trap hurts you inside

But your pain is too intricate to evaluate

The label tries to get to your knees,

Slows you down and mutilates your feet

Disabled you cannot shift through the space,

Cells get stronger with every move you make

The other face of the cell seems impossible to reach,

When you are ‘unworthy’ and in some severe pain

The warden laughs hysterically at your face

He sees the label and calls you name

The label is apparently too large to not notice

It is capitalized, made bold and underlined

He goes on further to wipe your ways

And will make sure you remain impaired for days

You may cry but it’d be inaudible

So others may not even hear your hollers

The label is the one to be blamed

It lingers as a barrier between you and the world

 

It might knock on your door

Past haunts and stalks us

it peeps now and it will peep then

It will come knocking on your door

and you'll run to it again

with mind frozen and heart enthralled

You will try to resist yourself

It is difficult as you'll then recall

what you cannot really erase from you

and has really made you who you are

but you will be squashed in your two faces

But then living in your past makes you sad

both expressively and as a person

and you'll try to look forward to a vivid fresh face

that makes you up and dresses you up

in a more assiduous way

You might seek for its traces in the new face

and replacements in a new grace

but faces are never the same again

even they are squashed between their two sides

You can sense your past in your heart

but it's gone farther than you assume

Just before you felt it by your side

It was gone on a path far and wide

Face is a canvas

The face is a canvas with

vivid, colorful strokes and detailed curves

each stroke of brush is my feel

I express them with a humble will

I can keep on painting forever

I want it to have errors

I want to commit mistakes

I want to ruin my painting

and fix it so real

the brush is my brain doing its own thing

it doesn't care what color I choose 

it blends them in adequately,

it leaves adorable imperfections

The brush can change me,

a single curve with brush can make me smile

a single curve by brush can make me sad

few painted drops of water can make me cry

few details on my forehead can make me frown

The Pair of Happiness

The world was just Negative film 

with clichéd frowns or overrated happiness 

until I saw a studded layer in front of myself 

Which could make miracles happen 

When the devil who I thought was evil 

was handed a pair of upbeat daisies 

The wand worked at its best when 

I could agree with someone's opinion 

Until that someone who I thought was totally discrete,  

could complete my sentences without efforts 

It made me see the wide sea so scary 

incarnated as a treasure of secrets and possibilities 

They see what they want to see 

they search for what they yearn to find 

they notice what we can complete our life with 

They can Find the Master-key to our hearts 

Hidden by the centuries of Grief or Ego 

That stop us from looking at ourselves 

Because the cumbersome heart beats 

turn into the gleam 

Or the shock to the brain 

makes the sight vacant 

These beads of hope speak what we need 

They make us believe in what we aim for 

These eyes are what we are 

and they make a perfect pair of merriment 

Judgements

Hold down opinions about the person you just met

They may have a story to tell,

A tale as crude as a tempest

As pondering as an epic

The stranger is not what you just thought

They could be your soul mate or your finest friend

You never know what’s feasible until that happens

Wait till that person changes your life

The infuriating person you just heard

May be your redeemer some day

A person worth your wait

Someone you cannot let go

You never know if something’s a gaffe,

Until you make it

Give it a shot and be genial for the moment

You never know where it takes you to