Love Without Consequence

When we look into lost eyes,
there is a fear of losing our own sight,
but if in those eyes you can bring life,
you have but saved a thousand times.

If you have seen right in,
and love without consequences thinking,
the inner dread and mess not withstanding,
you have not only won a heart, but saved it from dying.

The world may not understand the cry,
exploit the pain and have questions like, why?
The world and its understanding,
its reasons and excuses, like muddy trails leave behind.

When the end time will prove
the work of your heart, whether gold or soot,
a little box and the lovers hand he will hold,
while the naysayers and detractors comments are left out in the cold.

On the long road of forever, forever he will walk,
and the good God's Grace and love till eternity will stalk.
Where once lost eyes and dented smiles freakishly glowed,
now radiance and brilliant light flows.

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Delhi Blasts

firstly its pathetic that we, human beings have come down to a level where we cant sort things out by peacefully talking to one another and amicabilly sorting out differences. in my generations lingo, IT SUCKS. i guess the future holds guns and bombs on a day to day basis to resolve marital probelms or fights with neighbors. 

we all can invariably, as said by all news outlets, stand as one and say, yeah this should not happen and its disgusting and insensitive but truth be spoken to what extent does this affect us? do we really feel something deep down for the victims, for the people related to the victims. when we see the NSG and the bomb squad close to the live bombs doing their best to diffuse them, what are we thinking? are we waiting for the sensational or are we saying a prayer for their protection.

we are so exposed to terrorism and loss of lives at regular intervals that we have in a way vaccinated ourself from feeling for people. why?

a friend of mine whom i was telling about the Delhi bomb blasts made this comment, "oh, only twenty people died?". i sent her an IM with "?" and she replied saying, "Well Errol i have become so used to listening to 200 and 500 people dying that 20 seems like hardly anything."

i didnt reply to the IM. what would i tell her anyways?

have we lost the concept and value of life? do we measure life by 'how many' rather than'who'? can only news of a thousand people dying and another five thousand living like semi hacked vegetables for the rest of their lives make people feel for others? is that what we "God's most acomplished masterpiece" have come down to? a level which is actually is a marsh land of sinking sand made up of our modernistic values and outlook so tainted by the 'me' concept that we fail to see our very own next door neighbor struggling.

with the happenings of Orissa and now delhi its time we try and find that heart of ours and just for a brief moment focus it all on the cryings of mankind thorughout our country itself. i am not a social, PETA, WWE or watever activist. i am a normal human being who feels because as rightly said one day someone whom i dearly love may be there dying or even dead and at that time i would want my fellow indians to stand with me and just for a moment understand my pain and in that moment make it their own.

i guess the terrorists too have found out about this laid back mentality of ours, they must be thinking "oh well lets develop bigger bombs now, people dont care about one or two they want hundreds to be rattled" and that is what is happening. they are now making advanced bombs - bombs with more power, difficult to diffuse. 

we in a way are responsible for bringing things to this state. i am not condemning everyone for i too am guilty of, at times having the 'so what' attitude. i mean well as long as its not me its cool right? but well today was different, i felt the pain once again and i appeal to you as a friend take time off and think about these victims and say a small prayer for them, God listens at all times, that little miracle they witness of their life coming thorugh may be the result of your prayer.

thanks for bearing with my outburst.