Google plus, twitter, Facebook,.. So many places.. But where to write?

There used to be good old days where one used to write on one single notebook or a journal. The value of ink was more and credible writers were few. But there were limitation of the pages getting destroyed and public to reach we're limited.

Here comes Internet world. The fingers vigorously typing on keyboard or ipad type tablets, if you own one. The ink has been replaced by bytes of zero and one on different web blogs like blogger, Wordpress, tumblr, etc. If you have only few lines to write, twitter gets the preference. Your tweet come and go in the huge database. In few words only, you make the statement.

But sometimes the volcano of mind erupts and limited word tweets can't suffice your urge to write. The tweet reaches its teens in blogs. Some even take their writings to adulthood by writing a collection of pages called journals and books. Some writing becomes old like classic and ancient like manuscripts. So, it's a journey from tweet to manuscripts of human erupted knowledge and learnings.

I am a toddler on this road, who wants to be an adult one day. The journey is on. But I have been taking more rests than walking or running. The woods are lovely dark and deep, and I keep forgetting the promises that I have to keep.

I, the archer

Life goes on like an arrow,

cutting through the wild winds,

with an aim to hit the mark,

through the thick and thins.

It is travelling a distance,

after been released from the bow.

I, the archer, with one arrow,

decide how that arrow should go.

Sometimes I miss, sometimes I hit.

A winning number or the score moves down.

I have lost, I have won, results are many,

as the race with the “self” goes on.

Mahatma was wrong, God loves violence

The baby just born and had cried few tears,
Quake shook the ground, new born fell on the chair.
Tsunami came rushing, monstrously engulfing one and all,
Mom-child died drowning, even the kind doc on the call.


If by the Big Bang, the universe started,
Initial was a big-big violent explosion shake.
The law is the lion will hunt the deer,
and if not but eat grass, food chain will be on stake.


Humans are not as violent as God,
ask the extinct dinosaur and species many more.
From the soil all we came, and to it all will go,
even the soil itself will be lost in dark matter lore.


She/He first created us, him, her, it, them;
with questioning eyes and satirical smile.
Then decides how to kill, when to destroy,
No questions, no answers and not a single fair trial.