An Independence Day...

Resides in the arms of culture, with religion making it colourful on every edge of the fence. The many places you go, the many faces you see, with innocence in welcome, variety conceals with the difficulty in the language. Even being a rainbow of culture, religion and languages every place feels like home. Where, sports and games are not few persons investment or interest, rather whole nation involves along with the God.

Standing tall, stretched long for justice, to clean the impurity of truthiness, we stand reputed. Somewhere below those belts, under those tables, we fall corrupted.

Feminism was never a point to discuss since our God taught us what a female resist within her. The Sad part is where she is called Laxmi, on another hand she is a piece of flesh for some He's, who sometimes kill them nameless or somewhere their name is hidden under the melted wax. Despite being all happening within, how far we may fall divided when necessary we also are united.

Unknown with the name, unaware with religion and relation, there are some who shed blood for us and sometimes even die.To see our loved ones smile they make their family cry. So that we could meet our families every day, they don't see theirs for months and years. No matter what the season is, what the weather is, they stand hard for them, for their companion and for us. To make this day celebrate there were many who left this nation, unknown with fact scribbled on those pages. They died before they could see what they have fought for.

I wonder what they have thought of looking at today's so-called independent nation. That they died for a nation which we can't even keep clean. A nation which they announced as their mother, where mothers and sisters are not safe, where they breathe the smoke of their own burning flesh, acid is served as a drink and the bad words and names are what they eat from society every day.

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A Seabed...

Racing the rotation of wheels. Making it early, to be safe from the rays of that raised temperature, a thick hide from the sun. Yet, we were running late. Hunger striking hard in the middle of the way, where the maximum distance was yet to be measured. The far the eyes went was the sky welded without any joint with water. The blue hue of the sky reflected sharp on the water. But the shade was darker when we got in. Shoes stuffed tight but were placed right. Naked feet making the impression by disturbing the sand. The initial of letting the feet taste water was changed with a spark. The sand looked prettier when it was beneath the feet but not when you were beneath it, with your clothes. Even not when it becomes hard to dust it out from the skin and dripping clothes. The dive, the fight with those waves revealed strong. The buds, cells were flavoured salty. The impression of the feet was blown away as that of many others. The unintelligent...

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Sky Shots...

Squeezed lemon with some salt on the nose and on upper lips completing the final round. Carefully separating the snake fights posture pipes and to make others believe that your mind is still in your control. A smile shines out through that smokey glass, laughter becomes a part to be shared and not enjoyed alone. Fights for songs to be played, which are recent on our mind. With each other, we are, the one which we have never been but always wanted to be. Without whom I try to live unknown to everyone even knowing, although we are all different like the weathers but we are only complete with each other. Life is what I hunt for every time, the only fear I have is of existing and surviving, but I want to live Whether a person goes to a temple or to a bar all he does is to find a larger slice of life. My thoughts may be wrong, seems to be harsh but they are true. A day before the word unsuccessful pointed sharply in my eyes, it was what I deserved....

Love.Live.Life

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