Love

Why does love seem so farce to me now?
Like a figment of my own imagination!
Like a killer escaped from the gallows of truth,
A dream which better not be.

The promises in lore seem prism of cheat,
The words of tradition all wrung with despair.
Why is it so difficult to believe someone would live for me?
Or that one will ever be worthy of my death?

Why does love seem so farce to me now?
Like the best enchantment of a wizard great!
A trap set by unseen eagles above,
A fisherman's net, a serpent's lair.

Halt! Oh people!

A haiku pondering on the way the world is going with its vices.

it's clear! Look yonder,
the path we are headed now,
is roadway to hell

I, tortoise

There is this fun online quiz I once took as to what animal am I. It might sound weird or silly, but the purpose of the quiz was to emphasise the basic traits of the animal in our attitude from the answers we pick, thus metaphorically making us the animal.

I got "polecat" as my result, though I hardly agree with it. As far as I know, polecat and me are poles apart!

The other day, in the intro to my blog on Judy's challenges (tests of friendship) at facebook, I called myself the proverbial tortoise. Later on, recalling it I realised how true it actually was.

Like the tortoise, I'm usually slow and cautious in my approach and carry my nutshell on my back. I little something disturbs me, I snap shut myself into it and make it seem as if I'm not there at all.

And if I'm provoked too far, I can be cruel and my retort hurt like the tortoise's bite.

My family and friends often I talk ancient wisdom (though they don't always appreciate it).

And like the proverbial tortoise, I persevere long and hard. If I have made up my mind or if I think it is important to be done, I go head long into it. I must either succeed or lose even the last ray of hope, but see it to the end I must.

So, what animal am I?
I am the Tortoise.

The world is our home?

I often wonder how different we humans are, in comparison to other creatures on earth. Physically, the nearest relative species we can find are the apes. Psychologically, we surpass every other known creature by leaps and bounds. Socially, we are a world apart.

Recently, one of my co-author posted a scientific report suggesting that aliens may be present amidst us disguising as one like us, and are probably studying our planet to rule, or even destroy us.

I was so amazed by this report that i got into a discussion with her on it, and i recalled another such report which suggested that human life may have originated in outer space and reached earth via a meteorite crash. I asked, "If this later report is to be believed, why can't it be that we are the aliens the former report is suggesting?

Though, it took a lighter note from there, all concurred that we may be the actual aliens and to our own credit, we came in peace!

I, now wonder, if by chance it is true and we are the aliens (and why not! We are different as i pointed out earlier, and we are super-interested in outer space and life on other planets unlike other creatures!)
So, if it is so, which is our home planet?
Where is it?
Is it still out there? Or destroyed like Spock's?

But questions of higher importance and impact are,
As inhabitants it is our duty to protect and nourish it, but is it right now to pollute, destroy and flounder it?
How acceptable is it now to treat the other creatures (probable native or real inhabitants of earth) which such cruelty and recklessness?
How justified is it now to fight, kill and crush each other for pieces of land and earthly possessions, which isn't even ours to say?

And, even if the otherwise is the actual truth, are not my questions still relevant? And at the least, worth a serious thought?

A new beginning

Life has strange ways of coming around. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to rebounce, and sometimes a little miracle gives our life a whole new meaning. All we need to do is give life  another chance and some time.

Wisdom, trust and courage go a long way to define what we become and to enrich our lives. We only need to use them at the right place and right time.

Life is beautiful, life is precious and life is worth living.