I am jack's tormented heart

The cynic in me has never been idle. But then,so has been the idealist in me. The capacity of the human mind and the non realization of it,both never fail to amaze me. Master creations we are dubbed as,sitting comfortably on the top of this IQ ladder. Great. So lets get some facts right. We are the only species on this planet who pay to live here. We pay for the house that we make,we pay for clean water because capitalists have floundered pollution norms. We live in a world full of debt. The sum of the GDP of the 50 poorest nations equals to that of the 3 wealthiest people. Starvation is rampant. So is poverty. We empty our pockets to advertisements and become forced consumers. It has never been so much 'in your face' before. And like responsible idiots, we have been sidelining it for so long. Master creations we homo sapiens. Really? What we should do is to question the dark cloud that traps us in the kind of world we are born in. And what we end up doing is being sa

As i stand there,bowed head and a feverish forehead. And i see,creeping sadness does not spare life. Oh,the horror of it. Lovely were the days spent idle. A penchant of walking on wet concrete. Oh,the love of it. Oh,lost love. Why don't you make me cry? Destructing and resurrecting , Destructing and resurrecting. And the melancholic beauty of spent years, comes back to haunt the living daylights. And ends with a non-audible sigh. But the strangeness of life that it is, Annihilates itself. Leaving behind, hazy eyes and an extinguished soul.

At 4 in the morning,in a bleak hostel room with sleep all around me,I sit up with a thought to write. Write what? Ask swimming eyes and they would say sleep. And i can think of the only thing that was present in abundance at that time. Life. Snoring and sleeping,with half open mouths and unfinished dreams. And the strangeness of attempting to put it in words. Life is strange. At times, it will caress you,like a mother strokes her newborn. Softly,with a just audible lullaby. You will feel at home,with unmatched calmness. At times, it will test you,like rough waters do to a newly crafted ship. Waves upon waves,higher and higher still. If we did not know the love of life,perhaps we might not suffer from hardships. Because we long for it. We long for that caress,in the middle of the storm. With the forecastle lashed upon by frigid oceans of misery, we ache for that moment of peace. But the love is what keeps you going. Tempering you,not with a soft caress, but with blows having t