tribute to mr karkare, mr salaskar, mr kaamte n others who died doing their duty..

i do not know what game this is...

the black pawns are killing the white knights...

never has this game been evenly poised...

the black squares seem more than the white ones...

but do not worry oh queens now not on the board...

the white pawns shall reach one day into the heart of the dark lair...

new queens shall take birth...

for each white pawn still secretly believes...

that it is the white king who must always win..

it is the white king who must always win...

the world indeed sets store by some weird rules....

it calls those who deliberate on the abstracts as wise whereas it it considers those who debate on them as fools.... 

a conversation with a wise man...

wise man: if you have the power to do good, do you feel compelled to do that good? 

me: yes; most of the times... 

wise man : then do YOU have the power or does the power have YOU...?? 

me: if you are standing in a stream of flowing water... u bend down cup your hands and take a handful water in it... 

do YOU have the water... or does the water have you...?? 

where do i hide this guilt of mine..

where do i bury this shame...

pauperized i feel in spite of my pelf...

oh, how do i quell this "otherness" of my self??

isn't it ironic that many times in life... the moment we encounter situations that are really worth talking about... we find ourselves speechless???