Life Stands On Two Hills

Life stands on two hills
Two hills not very far apart
With a deep narrow ravine in between
And no bridge, no rope to cross.

Life stands on the seashore
Staring at the water swallowing the sun
Aware of how the sand below it slips
Pondering over personifications having fun.

Life sleeps on the arch of the moon
On the edge of the highlands
And with every change in position
Is at a risk of breaking apart strands.

Life has its own mystery
Its unpredictability is the only thing predictable
Life seems to have no destiny
Love and luck all depend on the mind's cables.

Love and Hate get interwined
Fate crosses the streets not all the while
What is reality,
Even the virtual cries.

Life stands on two hills
And peaks never sit on hills
They sit ashore, enjoying
scorning over life balancing on thin lines.

Of Gender Differences

Gender differences- creeping in through the innumerable ambiguities and loopholes on the Indian Culture And Tradition branded bed sheet. In the past years and continuing right up to the current ones, like the never ending saas-bahu serials, this topic has ground for another such a never ending discussion. And yet people rant about nothing being permanent.

Gender differences- for me, the basic difference between a male species and a female species in the human race is their physical structure. Though for most other "valid" and "practical" and "unbiased" thinking congregations, it also includes "mental structure". Yeah, right. Could you please remind me the name of the famous architect who designed that bridge in our minds?

Well, I don't really know where this came from into me- genetics not quite being a reason valid enough. After all, which mother, who could occasionally turn into a fierce "women's rights lawyer" pass her genes to an unusually gender-ignorant daughter?

Well, this isn't exactly what I'd call a "non-gender-bias-awareness-campaign-article"...

cutting the long story short, I just wanted to inform you that I scored 66% on being a male in the gender identity test on tickle.com. I don't suppose I've the right, nor the desire to write an article on gender-differences nonetheless.

The kind of intimacy I share with my younger cousin brother, is palpable. There is a huge age-difference between the two of us, and the following post would make you think I am crazy, indeed!

Megh is a little 6 year old bespectacled boy, influenced greatly by those Hindi words spoken now-a-days in cartoons... his favourite and current obsession is the phrase "doodh-ka-doodh aur paani-ka-paani".

And he's one of my confidants . I confide a lot in him. I tell him each and everything. From what took place the other day to the imperceptible confusions roaming around in my mind. I know this is insane, there are a lot of risks in confiding your emotional and social thoughts to a 6 year old; but somehow, it makes me feel confident.

And of course, it also improves our brother-sister relationship.

But is this right???

For Longings...

Longing for the one moment of togetherness

for a fleeting glance of courtesy

for a distant voice echoing through the void

saying "Don't worry, I am always beside thee".

For a particle of sand that isn't wet on the sea shores

For a tear that would drop onto your palms

For a combined season of autumn and spring

For words in a long lost psalm.

I yearn for a faint voice

that keeps echoing in my dreams

An answer to my frequent searches

An accidental meet.

The paths haven't separated, they, in unison lie

Then why, behind the bushes, do thee hide?