Doodles of the Insane

I was lying down in my bed buried deep inside the layers of quilt to keep me warm from the cold air. That’s when my mind played its usual game of desperation. It sprouted a balloon of thought that descended to the fragile heart through the ever complicated neuronal circuits. We desperately label raw emotions and play games with it. Wish, Want, Need, Desire; All these might look like replicas and can confuse us, so much. But not, desire. The others have been well moulded and polished into better vocabularies.But desire is a naked and raw feeling. That’s why I intend to explore the true intentions of a desire. A desire is a faint whisper of your heart to your mind and it tries relentlessly to negotiate a deal out of it, either for the good or bad. A desire is something, you feel like doing or seeing or hearing, no matter how wrong or right it is. Because desire doesn't exist in the realms of morality. It originates in your naked and uninhibited heart, yet ...

DISCLAIMER: Let reasoning prevail over madness. But How can I expect that in INDIA? (deep sigh...) The election results are out. As expected, the BJP is expected to rule for another five more years, which might look much longer than it actually seem to. But what does that mean for the common people, the bhakts, the liberals, the anti-nationals, the pseudo-nationals, the educated morons, the minorities and more importantly the cows. Speaking of cows, they might get their permanent citizenship and their right to vote, finally, after a hard fought struggle, plucked away from the minorities; Who else do you expect to vote for the same party after a decade of destroying completely the concept of India. But wait, there's an another possibility though. How about this being the last election of the democratic India? I mean, why waste so much of money on this and calling it the biggest electoral drama in the world! This can be utilized purposefully in building humongous statues of Unit...

So what do you see? A heart with a bullet-hole? or  A window to a kind soul? A shattered dream of a many? or A ruined memory of a honey? A lonely crow on a pole? or A solitude blessed blissful soul? The clear sky on the horizon? or The dirt littered on the sand? So what do you see? you see what you choose to. P.S - Poetry and Photo - Thank me.