Stoic I sit

Only sometimes, you can't respect someone you wanted to respect...
You don't know why the uncertainties lie.
You wonder about the exit door.
A nostalgic awe for past,
A fond care for present
An anxious sway for future.
And suddenly it all goes blank
Like that machine
Counting heart beat.
And you want to love
Like it's the last time ever.
And you want to run
For who knows
You may again never.
And you cross the latitude
With an affirmative.
To make a positive
Out of negative.
And yet
Both exist.
In all directions
The lines that we see
The easy fractions.
In mind
Is a single image
Followed by a series of them.
They all struggle
For priorities.
Should I pity
The minorities.
Aah! Politics again.
And I crave for rain.
To wash off
Every pleasure
Each pain.
For who knows
What's in the name.
And stoic I sit.
One hit. One pit.

Written by - Surbhi Rohera

Some human connections

I can't say how happy I feel
Some human connections
After a long ordeal
Some conversations to touch my head
And hence reach heart
Some old connections
Some very new starts
It's beautiful
This feeling
Of being happy
For a strange reason
Some verbal exchange
With sense
And natural connections.
Later it may seem insane.
For who dances at a sudden rain.
But I do. For I live
Too earthlike
So often
So stiff
And there a sudden gush
Of a little stream
Springs.
And like a peacock
I dance today
To this rain
In a beautiful mind
In a rainbow
Insane.

Written by - Surbhi Rohera

Technology has advanced

I at times wonder how beautiful the time was when pigeons used to carry our messages. For how great out telepathy would have been how advanced and connected our psyche... To talk with nature is a beautiful gift we have lost almost emails and phone calls.
Indian history reveals alot about our capabilities. Remember that vehicle of Rama in Ramayana 'Pushpak vimaan' - it could fly. The nucleur power was evident in wars of Mahabharata. 
Kauravas were Test tube babies for they were born in pots. 
A long mythology of Gods with heads of different bodies and many arms or tail or wings - all reveal not just human imagination but the advancement of our minds and the way they worked.
Technology has advanced - or so we say. 
The purpose however is lost in this race.
The trees have life too - science has finally agreed.
I at times wonder - how was it - to be a tree.
I wish I can talk with nature more often
Without going far to the mountains or at sea.
At times it is possible
When I look at those stars
When I talk with moon
So free.
But then, you know
Science is advanced.
For I hear
Man has reached moon.
And people are planning to buy land there
As soon as water is found
And it is draped with
Technology.

- Mystical Wanderer