4 the love for the nation February 28, 2017 | Fortunately Human the horrifying sound of the traitors the grisly appeal of the infiltrators the diplomatic stand of politicians the demolitions, the oppositions all these and much more drama should never dampen your spirit your unconditional love for country should never get stuck to any limit no love is greater than that for the nation that is the only key for human salvation rise high, ride fast, quicken your aspirations sharpen your thoughts, live up to expectations for you have only one life to live sacrifice it if at all you can give for you are because humanity is you are because the country is Quicken
2 the centre of learning February 27, 2017 | Fortunately Human The sun remains at the centre of solar system like a benchmark teaches us how to keep a balance between the light and the dark the earth at centre of revolution of the only moon she owns teaches us how to take care of near ones and the well-knowns the nucleus at the centre of electrons teaches us how to remain immune from the violent forces of attraction of the opposite charges so opportune the centre of gravity teaches us to art of balancing the entire body the centre of pressure educates us to keep concentrating on the subject all these centres of various types carry a different story with them they are the centre of learnings for the future generations to come Center
2 the modern human February 26, 2017 | Fortunately Human the emotional jiggle of my intrusive thoughts leave me like an obvious fool many a times and I become the centre of every ones laughter and an unprotected node of their brusque chimes why can’t I put bit of professionalism in my attitude so that the element of compassion evaporates and I too become a callous and apathetic being narcissistic soul from where humanity dissipates will that make me a complete modern man if I become the one who start sleeping on the bed of ambitions the one who will breath passion and envision targets the one who live the dreams and utter aspirations Jiggle
0 fable of my life February 25, 2017 | Fortunately Human Ah, as she walked out of the site life became so barren and arid the days so dark and dusty nights so sleepless and horrid she says so time starts ticking ahead she stays and air fetches ecstasy she changes the whole seasons of my life she remains and life brings fantasy the sun of my life rises with her the moon changes phase accordingly my heart always beats at her rhythm the fable of my life appears so logically Arid
8 that cute baby February 24, 2017 | Fortunately Human I met a cute baby yesterday and asked for his name baby replied philosophically what is in the name? he asked further mockingly do you want to know my religion do you want to guess my caste also do you want to know my nation? see, I am just a baby now don’t build the walls around I am just a an innocent being don’t divide my play ground don’t label my smile and laugh don’t classify my breath and yawn don’t categorise my gender or food don’t compartmentalise my dusk and dawn Baby
5 always speak right February 23, 2017 | Fortunately Human the art of fooling citizens continues with their racial or religious slur the politicians take advantage of it and try to make everything blur people never remain human thereafter they automatically get divided and split into the caste, creed, religion and language and all that humanity will never permit is this the only way to rule the people is this the only way to jump into power is this the only way to serve the people is this the only way for people to empower speaking bad words is not a great task by insulting the people one cannot bask spitting venom will not fetch anything hold your tongue and you will be the king Slur
5 my musical mate February 22, 2017 | Fortunately Human the sound of falling rain resonating with passion the rhythmic breathing riding high with obsession the rhythm of love surpassing the wild infatuation the rhythm of words to exemplify our imagination the rhythm of the life to mark His presence the rhythm of hope to cherish our existence the rhythm of the dance to oblivious the grief the rhythm of the change to greet the relief she is my own orchestra, she is my symphony she is my melody, she is my musical harmony the words her speech create such a lovely rhythm the music craves to hear that with its full wisdom Rhythmic
