The Khushi's Pen

Achoo! Achoo!! Sneezed the Mother Earth. As her lungs puffed up with toxic gases, choked her. She breaths in dirt, and exhales flowers; Her body- a place where you reside twenty four hours. Achoo! Achoo!! Coughed the Mother Earth. With her throat rot, she now has all her proliferation holes clot. Dark blotches due to fumigants- The Ozone has developed a lot. Trapped inside are poisonous gases in a slot. Quite ignorant this race has been, Towards the pleading Earth blunt it has been; The race of self-centered beings- Has destroyed the Earth's realm, Cries her devouring reign.

Cries Unheard Earth has suffered, Her habitat has been destroyed. Still the pollution you can't avoid, The reciproca of all these the world is witnessing in a turboid. Human Interruptions yet now we should avoid, Unless the earth will no sooner be devoid. Water to plants you ought to provide, Roads now cannot be more wide. Countless favours it has bore, Yet 'materialistic humans' aren't thankful from their heart's core. These pains will in the form of cries uproar, Overturned with crisis, null will human bore. An era of consumption this has been, No more stable this realm has been. A discrepancy has taken birth, Pulling down the entire Earth! 

For all the introverts out there: Words mere words can cure And from them you can procure Maybe if someone jots on how precious introverts are That they don't need a social hour A cluster of brew beans can roast fine And all they want is plenty 'self time' They may be outrageous sometimes Or be stagnant and just can't get fine But they will never roar With words they will up roar Perfect prototype of surrealism they are To a layman's understanding they are far Playing words is their nomadic game They don't wish materialistic fame Coffee and brew beans- a perfect match Their cacophony none can patch Carefully check if your personality also gets attached.

To whoever needs this today: you're still a poet even if you got an F in Grammar even if you forget or stammer you're still an artist even if your masterpiece is just a doodle of cobbler's shoe even if you painted nothing new even if museums don't take you still a cook even if you burned the rice eaten half-cooked thrice still a reader even if you've never touched the classics just held onto comics and graphics still a learner even if you've authored a hot-chick book even if after you haven't taken a look still a disciple even if you've digested all sacred scriptures and can very well paint their pictures still a dancer even if you can't afford ballet lessons and just don't know how dancers dressen still a detector even if you've never been an actor and can't fix your mathematical protector still an athlete even if you've never been in the lead and are clueless to all the rules in field still beautiful e

Oh! And then she yelled, Profusing blood and her whites now coloured, red. She screamed- "My makeup does not cover my bruised face, My smile does not hide my haggard visage. Yet no one comes to aid, All they say is- It will exfoliate. All you do is- Just wait. You are meant to be doing laundry, Glorious victories are not in your foundary." There are no statistics which deny the current quo-warranto status of women. Time has witnessed women haplessly and helplessly suffering, and to everyone's amazement- they are tortured both physically and mentally. They are the victims of discrimination, exploitation, aggression, vulnerability and many more which can't be merely counted on fingers! The sacrifices made by women for reaping the best in mankind can not be merely penned down in words. Women is sacred, as in gathas. She should be fostered against all the odds and be weighed on the same scale as that of man. Man in generic, are considered to be 'the bre

"Oh! The nation is at stake, New priorities will overtake. Otherwise another World War, This world will rake!" Yes, it is at stake, and until you realize and wake up from your nightmares; this nation will collapse and then with teeming population and rising pollution, you will have to collaborate. It is well said- 'Not all the five fingers are same.' That's the instance with the nation too, then. All its aspects and fundamentals can't be squared and weighed on the same scale. So, if given a choice between nuclear weapons and healthcare facilities as national priority; which would you choose and why? A dilemma, is it? Why, what's the big issue in this? Let's face up this bug. Obviously, the foremost stress which a nation, as an authority should emphasis on is- _Healthcare facilities_ . The health of a person is the gold he/she treasures for centuries. And, wealth follows health. So, if a person is healthy, he or she will contribute to the ful

It's the gatha of my transitions, When I too wished for garnering ambitions. I started my journey 4.54 billion years back, All alone, with no one else to quack. And, then slowly was accompanied by the human creed, Little did I know that all it was 'human greed'! Sluggishly ceasing and hindering my blooming, With torpid climate, my body fuming. My woodland transfigured into a badland topography, Oh! You ruined my aspects of physical geography. Human Geography now had it's say- With everyone weeping all we do now is pray. Wait, till now I've just grown and started to shred, Now from where will you procure your daily bread? I am ailing, My strength wanning. My cries were un-herard, And now your plights are a thunder-bird! My transition facet is this- My recovery tenure is fix, Healing, Aiding, Refuling now is regular and not in a dix. I will soon bloom out pure, Regaining my diminished vitality; I will rise for sure. I will rise for sure.