Weltanschauung

 the joker's ink for the queen Time stopped, yet my heart raced yesterday. Under those little lights and the cloudless moonlit sky. A smile of excitement and a shiver of jollity ran through my spine, As I rode alongside my friend to a place which I call the New Abode of mine.   Me driving, her sitting behind, was subtly stated as chauvinistic by her. And in front of her jitters of laughter, my arguments had to surrender. Her profound eyes, impeccable zeal, and kind heart are what I adore, To the ocean of words of mine, her eyes are the most devoured shore.   She doesn’t read any, especially of mine, until asked for, But this perfidy is something for which I will dearly implore. Numerous drops of ink of mine have been for her, For unknown yet beautiful reasons, my stringent pen lets this larceny occur.   A glimpse of her eyes pulls the right chords in me, After that, via my pen, these wonderous thoughts flee. As a writer, I devour per...

The Paradox of Unanimity It was May the 25th,1993. The town of Idar-Oberstein in Germany had just witnessed the most gruesome murder of a 62-year-old woman. Even after a series of rigorous and stringent investigations, the police were only able to collate futile shreds of evidence, pointless allegations, and a DNA sample whose analysis professed the murderer was a woman. This was just the beginning of the most tormenting case that would plague the minds of the citizens for decades to come. A serial killer on loose, whose unquenchable thirst for blood and impeccable stealth had thwarted the German police. Murders at different places at different times and to one’s astonishment the recurrence of the same futile DNA evidence, sometimes to be found in a kitchen drawer or on a pillowcase. It was a puzzle that engorged as and when more pieces were found, yet none fell in place. People became dearly cautious as the word spread, and they started coming up with numerous theories. To the commo...

  forlorn   The breeze carried a sound, Something it trying to say, Something it trying to mound, But none of it for sure was gay.   A faint expression on his face, Scuffling somewhere with his life’s lace. His quandaries were pale, Yet, his vessel wasn’t able to sail.   He stood up from his chair, Gazing into the offing, Catechizing,” Is life always fair?” Crusades of answers was he expecting?   I stood there, while he was lost in his somewhere, Pondering and observing this poor whippersnapper, For whom, this labour of life was too much to bear.   He sunk back in his chair, lost once again in the oblivious blank stare.   Was it the breeze or were it his thoughts? Anyway, they both were playing a gamble of some sort. The breeze had its warmth at stake, The lad had his peace at stake.   As and when the cards unfolded, The wilderness of his life engorged. The wind had a queen of club, an eight ...

  Crusades of Chimeras We, humans, have a very unique ability of "Envisaging". This ability of ours has turned out to be not just omnipotent but its far-reaching prospects have persevered the functioning of the body and the soul as one. In Greek mythology, the Chimera was a fearsome fire-breathing monster with a lion's head, a goat's body, and a dragon's tail. According to the fable, lobates, the king of Lycia, had commanded Bellerophon to kill the Chimera(who had been unleashing its wrath all over the city), since he thought Chimera would instead kill Bellerophon "as it was a dauntless and unassailable creature". Yet the hero mounted his winged horse Pegasus and soaring high and high with one single arrow he shot down the Chimera. In colloquial language and in the worlds of words, Chimera is also used to refer to imaginative, implausible, or dazzling contemplations of ours. Lost in our reverie, and engrossed in our capacious castles built in the air we ...

the lost  Stars in the sky, They never lie  The moon of the night, Never shined so bright. The wind creates an aura of serendipity, The young lad in his chair is mislaid somewhere,  in his own melancholy. His ears are his hearers, And his words are barers. If the sky an audience and the world a stage, then who am I to leverage? His monotonic expressions, Draws the curtains over all his manifestations. The emptiness of the sky, Is like the same old lie, "Smile atleast.., didn't you try?." Eyes that once were stars, And the mind which was magic, All that's left are the scars, And every breath of his is now a tragic. A beat that he hummed is now far lost, He is lamenting out there in the frost. The winter has arrived earlier this season, And his summer has left him without any plausible reason. Trying to rewrite his soliloquy, He forgot about the world and me. Disgraced,disappointed and disappeared in the tides of grief, Hoping that someday his plant would bear a flower ...

  An Unusual Thought Being an engineering student and a bibliophile I have always been bewildered by the concept of infinity. Mathematicians call it an unreachable and absurd idea without even recognizing it as a numeral but much more of a symbol, physicists love to use its essence while dealing with calculus, salespeople and the marketing departments use infinity in the senses of euphemism while selling out their products and stating its vastness over the other products in similar markets thus trying to create obscure and ambiguous competitive relations among each other, and my beloved author Mr.Green in his bestselling novel "The Fault in our Stars" wonderfully stated that 'some infinities are bigger than other infinities.' and using phrases like 'you have given me a forever within numbered days' has for sure left many readers in awe. Well, even for a less mature and much mixed-up brain like mine infinity has played some really good cards and has strung lot ...

Perplexity According to the Oxford Dictionary, the term "Perplexity" means inability to deal with or understand something or a state of being entangled. I suppose one of the finest examples of it, is the current Covid situation. It's grim in our society. A situation that is threatening the very basis of human existence or in general the foundation of the sustainability of any species that is, one's protection against the other.  Well, the first name that comes to our mind on listening or reading, or watching about Covid is "China you are a b***h! Screw you!!". But seriously is, China here the bad guy? I will leave this question to you. Look out for the answer because the best thought is your thought. In my opinion, China can be blamed for the origin of the virus and lack of transparency while it was dealing with the virus personally, which was way before the virus got promoted to the status of Pandemic. The spread of the virus has led to catastrophic situati...