Cohort of the Twenty-First Century.

 

We don’t live in the world that is as it was anymore,

Where saffron men have raided the system,
For better or for worse.

Where people see a corrupted mirroring,
Until the stretch their eyes reach.

Where the two-legged and the four-legged resemble the same.
And all but them can witness the change.

Where the people don’t support the horizon of colors,
And still the part of the same brood.

Where the fiber parchments define your mastery
Than thy perception ever will.

Where we tend to live for green notes and despotism;
The nobility and kindness reduced to dust.

Where lethal weapons are in a process,
And expectancies shorter than the creater.

Where faces are masked with a facade,
And hands hidden beneath.

Where owning the technology is at our fingertips,
And yet we seem astray.

Where being caked is better chosen,
Than intellect ever will.

Where temporary contentment is better contemplated,
And affliction would rather be avoided.

Where suffering and dismay are mere rituals,
To those of our generation.

Where pills are popped in and chairs are removed,
And tenacity is never taken as remedy.

This is the us.

Where the world which was hoped to be colourful,
Is suddenly turning black and white.

Blank Marge.

She is a ghost of a girl she used to be,
There were few holes you can’t see.

The marked was what she could be.
No trace of smile you can see.

She is a ghost of a girl she used to be,
There were patches of darkness to the third degree.

Once lively and bold,
Now had no strength to behold.

Once tall and sturdy,
Now everything around her is so blurry.

Brain was made of nothing,
But scattered dreams and blood just gushing

Always concealed and perfectly hidden,
She never wanted to find her door bidden.

Broken and non-existent
She was a distant.

She was once hearty and full,
Now silent and completely dull

Every thought waged a war,
Insecurity knocked her to the floor.

Waged battles with the Sky and the Sea,
Who was once radiant and carefree.

She was scared of the voices inside of her head,
Pushing her into oblivion ahead.

When her skin touched the Silver,it only bled into Red.
Although she tried to,she just couldn’t get up from her bed.

Never had anyone who once looked back,
To see her standing at the end,pitch black.

Lost into the bank of thoughts,
Then she heard the gunshots.

When her lungs were filling up with water,
She drowned herself in the oasis of the desert.

Who knew depression was nothing but a robber?
And who knew that a beautiful miracle met the sad fate?

 

Depression and suicide awareness is storming across the social media and the news these days. Much alerted to these though we already are,we are not still aware of the depth that is holds. Depression maybe mental illness,but it is more than that. It is much more than what is labelled. People with depression face trauma constantly between their heart and their brain. It is quite exhausting but they still keep up with it,every single day. All they need is someone. Someone who will stay with them and shower them with all the love the world can radiate. Do not ridicule them,you have no idea what they go through. You may be happy,good for you. But they deserve to be too. They need people who are going to be with them no matter what. Do not just ignore all those friends who just sit quietly in the corner of a class,unwitting to even come out into the light both inside and out. They’re constantly in a war. It does not only mean that they’re sullen and gloomy,it means that they have lost an ability to show emotions at all. They do not feel like coming out of bed every morning,they do not listen to you. But do not ignore them. Because when they can’t keep up,so they just give it up.

This is for all those beautiful,yet flawed women and men who are the true soldiers we can see. Because depression and suicidal thoughts are not a matter of laughter or ignorance. It much more than that plastered smile they wear. It is more than the scars they conceal. It is how they knock out all the tombs within themselves into a pile of devastated ruins.
And they are never ready to stretch out their hands out for help so we need to be there. For them.

This is me,stretching out my hand to you. Whoever broke you or evoked you,I am there. Anytime of the day may it be,you can always talk to me.
Because depression is beyond what is seen in the literary heroes.

In fact, one out of every four people experience anxiety and depression during the course of their lifetime. According to the World Health Organization, this IS the next big epidemic to hit the world! However, most people DO NOT seek help because society has stigmatised depression such that most people do not reveal the agony they themselves or their loved ones are going through for fear of being branded as weak or mad.
Many NGOs have now come forward to extend their hand,including the Live Laugh Love Foundation,the Better India,the Banyan. Seek their help.

Whatever you are feeling,do not keep in but let it out for the glory of the stars were enshrined upon us to be directed to all who have lost their way.

-Sheeba.

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Aleppo.

We have tales to harbor,they say.
But do they want to?
It started on the dusk,
And butchered the city,but why not the frosty hearts?

Altruism shattered to dust,
Mind encompassed and void grown.
Is that what they dreamt of?
No,not at all.

They had no place to call home,
No one to call theirs.

The brutalities of the situation,
Shook the mind of the Black and Grey.

The buildings were in wreckage.
Then they heard the most dreaded.

Guns,cannons and bombs,
That preyed on everyone around.

Facades of dark emerged to destroy,
Like Minos from the Underworld.

They preyed on men and women alike.
The Citadel was brought down and so were the smirks.

Sleep did not torment them all this time,and they waited.
Waited for glistening star to emanate.
To bring them out of the Twilight.

Clinging their arms with the dead,
And asserted melancholy

Holding their miracles,
Hands,oh so cold!

They had no place to call home,
No one to call theirs.

There was dust swirling around and sun in the low-key.
It never concealed those scars down the cheek and that of the intellect.

Those sheeny tears flowing of grief made no influence on those of Wretch
These were only humans,who bled when they fell down.

Yet they defied to keep up,
To just stay.

A city once with ecstasy had nothing to reclaim anymore.
They were dumbfounded and crippled.

Tumbledown ruins and withered flowers were all that left.
Even to this day,they still have hope and their hands stretched out,
For you and me.

There are no different to us,
Just those petty humans trying to find their place in this world.

 

Crème De La Crème.

Scattered shadows and broken dreams,
All were drawn in as it could seem.
Planks and anchors were all that left,

Mind encompassed and void grown,
Weeded plains and broken dreams,
Red and Blue and Dark brown-s.

Then came a light dark and gleam.
So small and oh so bright!
But what we saw had been alright

Was there a well,I would have seen,
But there was nothing except a meek dint with keen.
They grew deeper and stronger,
Breaking the walls of a charade of what you’ve been.

Then came the forces of Avalon,
Demolishing and recreating,
The sun and Beam.

One with renewed fervor,
Emerged from the heaps of defaced veneer.
And sat straight up.

Holding the cup of cachet,
Oh had we all seen!
It was a fierce lustre
Crème de la crème.

Masterpiece.

Lost and lost forever,
Somewhere in middle of a mirage I have seen,
When my fear eclipsed yours,
You were the hope,you were my gleam
But when once I fell,you were never seen.
Lost and lost forever in the broody thought
Of loss,guilt and regret.

Heavens echoed and hell voiced.
Bigotry and prejudice never stooped so low,
But you were never found.
Between the spring of thy glory to the broken cider of autumn.

Heavens echoed and moonlight shined,
Upon the glory of night.
It was all there but never found.
Fear gripped within ourselves,
In and Out,
But bigotry and prejudice never stooped so low.

Once in a while is what found,beneath the flowers of wood,
Was there a beautiful glaze,
That reflected your inner demons,
And your worst fears were realized.
Darlilng,you are a Masterpiece!

2015;A Year Of Possibilities.

2015.The year when people thought it was going to be their best in 2014.

2015 had its pros and its cons as well. For example,gay marriage had become legal in U.S,which was a big deal for them.

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Donald Trump happened this year,and I have no idea why people hate Donald Trump so much.

Here were some of the incidents which will remind people how 2015 had been.

  • There were a series of massacre in Baga,Nigeria and the surrounding areas by Boko Haram which killed almost 2,000 people.
  • The United Nations Security Council had adopted Resolution 2199 to combat terrorism,which basically was a good move.
  • A magnitude 7.8 earthquake stroked Nepal and caused 8,857 deaths in Nepal, 130 in India, 27 in China and 4 in Bangladesh with a total of 9,018 deaths on April 25th,2015.

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  • Again on May 12th,there was a second major earthquake in Nepal, measuring 7.3 on the moment magnitude scale, which had resulted in 153 deaths in Nepal,62 in India, 1 in China and 2 in Bangladesh with a total of 218 deaths.
  • Ireland had voted to legalize same-sex marriage, becoming the first country to legalize same-sex marriage by popular vote.

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  • On September 24th, there was a stampede during the Hajj pilgrimage in Mecca, Saudi Arabia, which had killed at least 2,200 people and injured more than 900 others, with more than 650 missing.

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  • NASA announced that liquid water has been found on Mars.

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  • Russia begins air struck against ISIL and anti-government forces in Syria in support of the Syrian government.
  • There were seven coordinated terror attacks in Paris carried out by militants, killing at least 130 people.The first attacks were launched virtually simultaneously, with two explosions close to the Stade de France at just after 9.20pm local time, four miles apart.

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There were really great people who sadly will not be coming with us in 2016,they were,

  • Udo Lattek,one of the most successful coaches of Bayern Munich had died due to Parkinson’s.
  • Great actor,Van Dick Patten was also dead,who had appeared in numerous movies.

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  • Footballer Josef Masopust was also dead,he was a gifted footballer who scored in the World Cup final and whose sportsmanship saw him described as ‘The Knight’.Immensely skillful, beautifully balanced and incisively intelligent, the Dukla play-maker was prodigiously industrious in his box-to-box role, and although he was no bruiser, he was adept at breaking up opposition attacks with crisply-timed tackles and shrewd interceptions.
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Legendary Czech soccer player and coach Josef Masopust celebrates his 80th birtday on February 8, 2011. Masopust is pictured at the stadium Juliska where his team Dukla Prague is based on January 29, 2011. (CTK Photo/Josef Horazny)
  • Yoichiro Nambu,a Japanese-born American physicist was awarded one-half of the 2008 Nobel Prize in Physics, “for the discovery of the mechanism of spontaneous broken symmetry in subatomic physics.”

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  • Alex Rocco, was an American actor who had died due to cancer.He was immensely known for movies such as ‘The Godfather’ .The Godfather, turning casino mogul Moe Greene was one of the best-remembered characters in one of the greatest films ever made.

Alex Rocco as Moe Greene in The Godfather, 1972.

  • Theodore Meir Bikel was an Australian-American jewish actor.Besides Star Trek, Bikel is probably best known for his Oscar-nominated performance as Sheriff Max Muller in the classic 1958 film, The Defiant Ones.Rare for a successful actor — Bikel was twice nominated for Tony Awards, in 1958 for “The Rope Dancers,” a domestic tragedy by Morton Wishengrad (1913-1962), and also for “The Sound of Music” was also dead.
  • Yvonne Joyce Craig was an American ballet dancer and actress best known for her role as Batgirl in the 1960s television series Batman, and as the Orion slave girl Marta in the Star Trek episode “Whom Gods Destroy” had died by cancer.
  • Jacob David Bekenstein was a famous physicist who was the first one to suggest that black holes should have a well-defined entropy. He wrote that a black hole’s entropy was proportional to its (the black hole’s) event horizon. Bekenstein also formulated the generalized second law of thermodynamics, black hole thermodynamics, for systems including black holes.(He is now somewhere near black hole,trying to find if it actually has hair or not!)

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  • Lynn Anderson was a multi-award-winning country singer who had died from a heart attack.Anderson was the first female country artist to win the American Music Award (in 1974), as well as the first to headline and sellout Madison Square Garden that same year.
  • Dr.A.P.J Abdul Kalam,known as the ‘Missile Man of India’ for his work on the development of ballistic missile and launch vehicle technology was also dead.Like everyone else,his death did affect a lot of us.

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  • Chandra Bahadur Dangi,the ‘Shortest Man Ever’ was also dead.

There were many beautiful babies who were welcomed amidst all the craziness.

  • Princess Charlotte is the second child and first daughter of England’s Prince William and his wife Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge. Her name, which honors her paternal grandfather Prince Charles, her great-grandmother Queen Elizabeth II, and her grandmother Princess Diana, was announced to the public one day after her birth.

 

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  • Saint West is the second child and the only son to singer Kanye West and KUWTK’s Kim Kardashian.
  • Isaiah Fisher,a first born child of country singer Carrie Underwood and her husband, professional hockey player Mike Fisher.

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  • Silas Timberlake,The first child born to actress Jessica Biel and actor and singer Justin Timberlake, Silas Randall Timberlake made his debut in the spring of 2015.

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  • Shakira gave birth to little Sasha with her footballer beau Gerard Pique. She posted a photo of Sasha’s tiny feet (we can’t even deal with how cute it was) with the words: “I have Daddy’s feet, it looks like I’ve been playing football my whole life”.

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  • Vin Diesel simultaneously broke and melted our hearts when he named his new daughter Pauline after his late co-star and best friend, Paul Walker. “I named her Pauline. There’s no other person that I was thinking about as I was cutting the umbilical cord. I knew he was there,” he said.

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  • A representative for New Girl star Zooey Deschanel announced a double whammy of good news in August 2015, by confirming that not only had Deschanel welcomed a baby daughter, Elsie Otter Pechenikbut but also that she and her fiancé Jacob Pechenik had tied the knot, too. (YAY)
  • Facebook billionaire Mark Zuckerberg and his wife, Priscilla Chan, announced the birth of their first child Max.

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  • Mateo Messi was also welcomed into this world by Lionel Messi and Antonella Roccuzzo.

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  • Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson became a dad for the second time when longtime girlfriend, Lauren Hashian, gave birth to a beautiful baby girl,Jasmine Johnson.
  • Independence Day star Jeff Goldblum became a parent for the first time at age 62 when his 32-year-old wife, Emilie Livingston gave birth to their son,Charlie Ocean on the Independence Day,4th of July!

Many of you also know about the mixed-race beauty queen.Something which is rare.

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In a move that delighted some, scandalized others but surprised most, a woman of mixed race — known as a “haafu”— was for the first time named Miss Japan. Ariana Miyamoto’s victory in March is a rarity in the ethnically homogenous country. Miyamoto, whose father is African-American and mother is Japanese, was born and raised primarily in Japan, where those of mixed race are few and far between, and those who are half black even rarer still. Critics questioned whether the beauty queen was “Japanese enough” to represent the country at the Miss Universe pageant, but Miyamoto shrugged them off, saying she wants to use her title to promote greater tolerance and acceptance for multiracial Japanese people.

These were some of the crazy things which proves that the world in 2015 was an insane and a magical year.

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enhanced-23711-1451389584-1enhanced-9202-1451394420-1enhanced-23784-1451394590-1These were a few of the things which had happened in 2015. It is never going to come back,neither will 2014 or 2013 or even 1998,but we can always store all those amazing memories in our hearts.

Please don’t make weird resolutions or bucket-lists,and learn to do everything spontaneously. Honestly,they never work.
Live a beautiful life,go talk to someone you really love or someone with whom you haven’t been in touch since a really long time. Stop bickering and start a new life. Days and nights are going to remain the same,it’s us. We’re the one changing every minute.
At the end of the day,all of us are just humans trying to find a place in this world.

Happy 2016🎉🎊

And I honestly hope,whoever is reading this,

YOU are beautiful and wonderful. YOU are kind and warm-hearted. YOU have an amazing life and all of us fall some days and we rise up to great heights few days. What YOU are right now,won’t matter ten years down the line. YOU have friends and people who care for you,love and respect them.Do not take them for granted because they’re not a mold clay which when disfigured can be shaped again. YOU are on your own and only YOU go with yourself tomorrow and the day after.It is YOU and only YOU yourself.

-Sheeba Moghal.

Oaken Glow.

There might always be a way for people to exhibit themselves,and sometimes to outcast themselves. It always comes down to one thing,money. It is the source to make you or break you thoroughly.

While switching between few houses here and there,she always knew her dreams wouldn’t come true.She was completely befuddled to overcome the fact that she would no longer live in a manor,no longer have her Retriever along side,no longer have people rushing over to her and asking her about her vacations to Budapest or to her family house in French Riviera. She dreaded to not go to a school where people of her status went to. Vingne was the perfect example of what you call a rich brat.Vingne was born with a platinum spoon in her mouth,always had helpers to assist her in anything she needed.

Vingne was used to all luxuries in life and to fetch a beverage from her Meneghini Arredamenti Fridge on her own seemed like an insult to her.Such was an extent to her pride and freedom. Like how McManus stated,we don’t always get what we want. Her parents and Vingne herself ended up near the entrance of her gatehouse,having lost all their property due to sheer negligence,one fine day. They hadn’t got enough money to rent a flat so they ended up at their Aunt’s house for a few nights after which they were thrown out. Vingne’s father,a robust,charming man with striking features was known far and wide for this wealth. Now,no one seemed to bother.

She dreaded to live in an apartment,the one where her helpers lived,where her drivers and gardeners lived and where now she had to live. She no longer had her usual custom designed clothes,rather she had to wear cottons which were homespun.Vingne never in her living moment imagined herself helping her mother cooking broth soup as that was the only thing they could afford,after her father brought few dollars after working in a nearby farm. Vingne started facing difficulties,she did not dare to show her face on the streets,she always hid herself in her room.

Vingne could no longer get into an Ivy League like her rich friends could,she could no longer drive in her usual Pagani,she couldn’t do anything anymore.She cursed herself,she cursed the whole world for that awful situation of hers. Vingne was mad at the world,angry with her parents to put her in a flat which did not have proper rooms.

Slowly she got over it,she got over the fact that she was no longer rich. She herself never knew how,but she did. Vingne got over it in a few months and started going to her local church to study. She was very keen in helping her parents to earn money. Vingne cleaned toilets in the local cafeteria,she brewed tea for her parents,she cleaned her whole flat,she taught Sunday School in the church and started taking part in raising funds.

Slowly things had started to get better,nicer and worthier. Her usual irksome behavior was completely buried under the Oakwood forest. She started changing her feelings into words and would bury them under the Oak tree which stood near the place where she lived. Every day,a tiny piece of paper would be added deep beneath the Oak tree about the things she learnt,about the true lessons of life,and her experiences and problems she had overcome,as well.

It was only until a few days later that she completed her schooling and went off to study in a local community college and went as an apprentice to the company which disowned her father. With her steady mind and profound perspicacity,she rose to the chair of the CEO. She took over the company her father owned under her own name.

Vingne was now a happy woman.

She learnt to face the darkness in life. She learnt to break the door when it refused to get opened. Vingne learnt that it is only the world which differentiates the people based on their economical statuses. There is nothing as rich and poor,it is only that paper which has the face of your country’s president which determines your room in the society. If the green-colored piece of paper favors you,you’re likely to live in a manor and be showered with everything. If it doesn’t,then you only end up living in a small cottage and still have a pretty good life. It is you who gets to decide this. It is you who needs to scrutinize whether you want a paper to takeover you or you to takeover that piece of paper and prove to the world that money never defines you.

At the end of the day,we’re still people trying to find a place in this world. Vinge’s Oak tree proves it so.

-Sheeba.