Word of the Day

While scanning my phone nonchalantly, something caught my attention instantly.

It was word of the day.

busticate- to break into pieces.

Nothing special, the usual notification from another app.

But something in me stirred. I read word by word, slowly. Each syllable felt like it was calling out to something I don’t understand yet feel it.

To. Break. Into. Pieces.

I looked further for a sentence. I never myself knew how to use it properly.

It said “Elephants really busticate trees”.

And I said “Humans really busticate humans”.

What a perfect word to produce to save time of people when they want to say that they are broken into pieces. Or may be people who are broken end up finding unfamiliar inclination towards the phrase ‘broken into pieces’, with the outburst of indignation due to helplessness over the situation.

They are broken. Into pieces. And yet they have the confidence to rise again, love again, and be themselves again. Those are my favorite kind of people.

There was nothing special in the word I read today, however, it felt obligatory to pay respect to all those who went through it, suffered hard, and rose shining brighter than ever before.

Love you all.

And love yourself.

I don’t know if it’s correct or not still-
Don’t busticate because of anyone. You deserve much more.

Beauty Inside Out

Brushes of Golden spark,
Igniting enigmatic eyes….
Bringing out the beauty inside out.

Often they say “you’re beautiful”,
Seldom they mean…
Invariably unfailingly they match beauty inside and out.

Capricious souls, always on lookout
Claiming to love roses with thorns…
Petrified with inside beauty if blown out.

Malignant steps attempting to curb the blaze
Demanding normality…
For they dread the glowing light shining out

It’s time to oppose the crowd
Leaving those hollow soothings unanswered…
Use that helpless wonder for the fears to break out.

As the sun sets to rest
Glorious reality checking in…
Take that burning desire to shine from inside and out.

Happy Women’s Day

One more time
I drowned in emotions
One more time they were
Deeper than the grieving oceans
Knees on ground
Head bowed down
A hard slap on my earnest devotion
Miracle struck
In the midst of treacheries
A firm grip tore down my story’s convolutions
Was it a man?
Was it an angel?
That strong zeal could lead the mountains in motion
Well, it was a ‘she’
A fearless warrior,
a fire worth creating & destroying a life
Carrying enormous amount of love potion…


Happy women’s day to all the lovely ladies and to all the Men loving supporting and respecting her. Love to all

What is Beauty?

What is a definition of Beauty?

A child , who according to the unparalleled standards & concocted perpetual thoughts of society is ugly, is the most beautiful infant to his own mother.

Then who has the ownership to be right?

The Society or the Mother??

Everyone has a different point of view of weighing beauty. And so should understand that inner beauty will always outrun the outside beauty.

This perishable body and it’s beauty will degrade with age while inner fairness will going to sustain.

This is a universal truth observed & known by many but understood & implemented only by few.

Humans themselves can’t analyze what they want from their lives, why they do things in a certain way then how can they understand the beauty of others and that’s why they take outer beauty as a reflection of inner one.

Apparently their thoughts are constricted to a limit and are not capable to comprehend it beyond that.

A butterfly never knew it looked way too plain in it’s growing years yet it traveled the journey without any resentment towards those established fairness class. That’s because no one told that little fellow that “you’re ugly in our society”. It completed the transformation with a refined dignity as it should be. There was a goal it had to reach to and attaining a beautiful exterior was never on the list.

People today are busy in keeping themselves pretty that they forgot their life has some purpose. Growing children and teenage are focusing on gaining attention through superficial looks rather concentrating on one’s goal, or the hard work which would make them stand apart, which apparently help them finding their own uniqueness.

Everybody says -Yes inner beauty is something you should look for, hearts are beautiful not the faces,
but exactly how many people keep these things in their minds and for how long?

They read, nod, agree, think for a little while and then forget. It’s true shining objects catches your attention instantly but is that it? Is there nothing else beyond that? I don’t think society will ever be free of this pretentious cage.
Beauty standards will keep on going higher but I just hope moral standards doesn’t lose the edge.