KADUGUSUMA

  'Humanity' is a concept glorified by everyone, understood by few and practiced by even fewer. Does being human make one humane too? Or is it that being humane makes one human?If someone is not humane, does that make them any less human? Ideally speaking, shouldn't humanity come as naturally as breathing to "human beings"? Aren't they the very traits that makes us human?  Is 'humanity' really innate to humankind? If so, why is it so hard to find kind people in the world? why have we reached a point where there is a need to reawaken and remind people to be humane? Is it because, it was never ours to begin with? Is 'humanity' a mere concept that is idealised and developed  later on?  We human beings are often referred to as 'intelligent animals'. Over time we have been focusing on the part 'intelligent ' so much that we have overlooked the next part. We shouldn't forget that though intelligent, we are animals nonetheless. Bei...

It’s in my nature To hang somewhere between Living and dying... Agony doesn’t terrorize my core existence. Usually, I hold on to moments That consume the remnants of my being— Tarnishing the fragments of hope, Churning my soul for a while. My mind believes it is its job to do these things for me! The moment I try to escape the trap inside, It always drags me down to the locked room in my head— Which I often assume is sealed, Full of the same old, relentless chaos! Grappling in darkness, Where the brighter 'Me,' is just a whisper. Shackled by rusted chains of fears and doubts, Beating myself for reasons I can't define, Building a universe of hate for myself I usually let myself bear the weight of unnecessary thoughts alone. Not reaching for the hands that are ready to lift me, Guide me to the light, Lead me to the life Knowingly ignoring the warmth offered by the world; I end up putting the shackles on myself— That's just me fighting the oth...

  It was so good to be in longing, To have something to look forward to; To hope for the D-day; To be away and get lost in imagination. It was             As divine as moonlight;             As colourful as rainbows;             As pretty as flowers;             As beautiful as butterflies;             As soothing as green lush…   I would play it in my head over and over, Each time a different version; Each time a different circumstance; But, nonetheless all happy & beautiful… I would bask in these   imaginations , Making my body vibrate with excitement; Making my heart flutter with joy; Making my soul soak in contentment…   The time passes… The pr...

With a lost gaze, he wanders around, Trying to steal an ounce of warmth that melts the winter in him! For him, it seems like the world is being showered with love and laughter   Except for the space wherever he is struck.   For him, the spring has always been a rumor,   And he’s a captive of endless winter,   The winter that’s covered in pale snow,   Making his insides feel too cold and dry;   The illusion of solitude stayed with him briefly   And left him freezing in that empty, cruel space alone!   He thinks that this winter is contagious,   It kidnaps all the people around him if he talks about it!   He believes that it swallows man as a whole,   Creating a whirlpool of emotions,   Pulling them into a noiseless, colorless world   Without a trace of the joyous, warm world that once existed!   Not dragging anyone into this mess is his kind of prote...

  ‘DREAMS’ are plants that grow into trees That shelter you in the long journey… ‘DREAMS’ are strong birds That takes you to the heights of the sky… ‘DREAMS’ are the sparks That put shine into your eyes… Yet, The same ‘DREAMS’ could be, The tree that would uproot your house; The heights from where you might have death fall; The sparks that would turn into burning flames;   Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be lived; Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be strived; Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be chased; Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be yearned; Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be fancied; Some ‘DREAMS’ are just to be dreamt; And yet, Some other ‘DREAMS’ are to be let go So that, you don’t get trapped in their roots; So that, you don’t shatter into unmendable pieces; So that, you don’t burn your soul in it; So that, you are not sucked off the last ounce of spirit…   Will it not be cowardice to let go of the DREAM? The DREAM that you have nurtured with LOVE PASSION DETE...

 It was nice to meet you, “You” who was so ‘Me.’ The familiar loneliness that brushed over you was easier to get along with. It’s comfortable to see The same emptiness rooted within you that’s buried deep inside me; The futile attempts you made to fill the void in your heart; All the pretense you put on to hide the bleakness spread throughout your soul. I know, to seek solace in your sufferings is cruel, But, I think it’s comfortable to see a person who is as broken as me. When I say, we are the same kind of people, I mean, people with the same fears; people with the same pain; people with the same scars; people who are stuck in winter untouched by a moment of warmth; people abandoned under the scorching sun in a shadowless place; people who don’t feel like people amidst people; people who are gulped by an endless dark pit in every break time; people who need to keep their minds busy, so the voices inside shut down, so the screams inside get silenced by the busyness of the moment, ...

C  एक पन्ना था जिसमें मैने मेरा सपनों को लिखा था। वह सपना अब नहीं हैं। वह पन्ने में लिखा सपनों को लोगो ने मिठाया। यह कहकर के वह तो कुछ भी नहीं है। पर एक और पन्ना था वह मेरे दिल में, उस पन्नों में मेरी हज़ारों सपनों को लिखा है। उस पन्नों में दर्द, प्यार और छल भी थे। पर आज वह पन्ना फट चुका है। फिर से जोड़ने की कोशिश कर रहीं हूं, पर जुड़ नहीं रहा; उस पन्ने को फेंका, फिर एक और पन्ने में, दर्द, प्यार, छल और फिर मैंने मेरी नाम लिखा। उस पन्नों में हज़ारों सपनों को बचा कर रखा है। अब में उस पन्नों की फिकर कर रहीं हूं, जिसमें मेरा सपना और नाम लिखा है। एक पन्ना है जिसमें मेरा नाम और सपनों को लिखा है। -पौर्णमी कब्बिनहित्लु

    A daughter, A son; A sister, A brother; A student, A friend; A niece, A nephew; An aunt, An uncle; A wife, A husband; A mother, A father… The various hats worn by an individual.   These are the bars of the cage that holds you in; These are the rings of the chain that ties you down; These are the threads of the net that restrains your flight…   These are the tags that describe not what you are, Rather, what you should be. These are the tags that give you dead-weight responsibilities. These are the tags that birth all the expectations. These are the tags that influence the decisions you make. These are the tags that kill the individual in you!   Let’s forget the tags for a while And let go of all the expectations; Let’s unlayer the tags And  try to see the individual buried behind; Let’s forgive the individual Who is bound to make mistakes just like you and me. Let us liberate the s...

She feels like her insides are rotten now, The darkness that surrounds her is getting darker with each passing seconds, Along with the intensity of numbness in her heart! She is giving up on the things slowly, unnoticeably!! She always felt way too much, Smallest things made her happy, And slightest change hurt her. Though happiest things were shared multiple times, When pain only pierced her in silence; All of it was being stacked inside her, And the tears were buried ruthlessly. All alone, almost everytime!! May be silence makes it worse. It happened so many times already that It became a habit, More like a Lifestyle!  She was immuned to the small doses of pain, The kind of doses that increased each time she takes in... Good thing was that this immunity made the pain feel less painful!! The desire of being accepted  Drove her to perfectionism; Which constantly fueled her insecurities!! In this long exhaustive process confident girl inside her was lost, Anxiousness took over ...