The Truth About Our Beautiful Nation

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[Side note- This is not just for my nation but all nations as a whole.]

Thanks for this! +Plain Jane (✈👩) 
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The fighter planes which once

Soiled the blue canvas
Painted it with black
Are forgotten now
But the light blue sky still remains
Unforgotten
'Cause beauty is beheld
But the pain ricochets.

Where orange is the new black
And mankind goes insane over
Black market blues and catcalls
Where emotions have no outlet
And humanity is capsized by wrecking balls
The truth about our beautiful nation
Lies behind the white walls.

The upper part is reflection and
the lower part is reality.

Here females are either treated as goddesses

Or are victims of eve teasing.
Here rape verdicts are left in a limbo
And its victims are stated guilty.
We talk of a changing world
But there's a dearth of equality.
We preach feminism
But forget to enforce it.

Oh! How the night sky longs for stars

Now that they're obliterated
By grey clouds of pollution
And the Earth seeks asylum
From the violet rays of the Sun.
The allegedly holy waters
Carry ungodly chunks of litter
And the ecosystem
Just keeps getting better.

Thanks again! +Plain Jane (✈👩) 

The traffic is overwhelming
I'll drive rash but I'll drop you home
The green lights go down
But I won't slow down
This is the race of my life
And sure as hell, I'm not going to lose it
Dear fellow traveller.

Ministers, mercenaries, marauders, mafias
Not merely sources of alliteration
They are the bases of political contamination
A menace to the entire civilization
They speak in rhetoric
Act without remorse
Deliver white lies
And dissemble black truths.

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Here economic measures go faulty

There is no point of satiety
And money has the power to transmute
Negative to affirmative.
The poor work, the rich earn
We feed ambrosia to the Deity
And the poor die of hunger.
This is our nation
Where sensitivity is determined
Through likes, comments and shares.

The dark is rising

Where orange is the new black
And mankind goes insane over
Black market blues and catcalls
Where emotions have no outlet
And humanity is capsized by wrecking balls
The truth about our beautiful nation
Lies behind the white walls.

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We are living in an ivory tower

Blessed with milk and honey
We throw away the lemons offered by life
And drink lemonade from martini glasses
We sleep on beds of roses
And savour life like a piece of cake
Oblivious as we are.
The beacon calls, the fire alarm moans
The time has come
To confront the thorns
To bring to our nation a new morn
We have to revamp the wreck
We have to bring halcyon days back to the deck
And all we need is a reality check
And all we need is a reality check.

A Reverie at Prairie

The green meadows of renaissance

Fete me home
Thriving on the earth
From roots of uncertainty
Resuscitating cerebral equanimity
Calefaction replaces hypothermia
And as I sip from the demitasse
Of plummeting agony
Flumped onto a wooden swing
Of lachrymose nostalgia
Satiety plenishes me again.

As my vision goes blurry, almost languid
My vagrant eyes decamp and go instead
To where the grass is not so green
A water pump, still upright
Almost overlooked, I espy
More rust than varnish
The orange-blue majesty
Possesses amour propre nevertheless
I wonder if 'tis aware of its flaws
Or is it just dissimulating into resilience
Irrespective?

I recollect my moments.
I'd whine at the sight of a blemish
Imprecate karma for my woes
And envy mankind
For their blithe and buoyant lives
The grass is always greener
On the other side, They say.
How could I be remiss enough
Not to see haven in my stormy eyes?
The way my lips curl to form a smile?
How my cheeks scintillate after a walk of a mile?

The grass embosoms me like quicksand
And the grassland palpitates its heart out
Hailing
'Hasta la vista!' As I stride across
The thoroughfares of reality again.

Picture credits: +Elomere 

Morning Mayday

I let my yonderly soul drift
Through the holy emboss
Crucify my sacrileges
Upon the blest Cross
And when my
Morning Mayday moans
I relinquish it with finesse
Facading every facet poss.

Oh My Savior, the Son of God
Why art thou hiding in the cloister
Of my brain?
What maelstorms dost thou have
To bestow me with?
I have pulverised
All that tried to collapse me
And in the light of thy aura
I will vanquish every tempest
With your heraldry.

Picture credits: +Skylark Hatee 

Broken Wheels Lament

Behold the beauty
The universe seems all 
About tulips and lilacs
About fresh green cover
And the deep blue sky

Cartwheels- The
Unsung heroes of yester year
Which then ploughed
The barren, sterile lands 
Complementary with the Herculean bull
Lie wrecked on the Elysian Fields

The rest of the world can't hear
Broken wheels lament.

Picture credits: +David Palmer 

Guest Post #1 - Igloo On The Beach

http://iglooonthebeach.blogspot.in/2016/01/serious-11-words-for-true-identity.html

It used to be our laughter that made me cry,

not the pain;

Your silly attempts at making me smile,

would always crack me a up a little bit.

Now you're gone, 

taking the fresh air along;

Being alone is okay with me,

but the loneliness tears me apart.

Things were different before,

when I hadn't told about my true self,

at least your eyes weren't full of hatred,

and your face not disgusted.

You're making me feel as though I've betrayed you,

you're behaving all different, that's all;

But as a friend you should be happy,

that I'm being who I actually am, and not hiding behind some veil.

A veil of fake emotions 

is what was protecting me all this while,

from people like them, from people like you

who wouldn't accept me the way I actually am.

Now you're gone, 

taking the fresh air along;

Being alone is okay with me,

but the loneliness tears me apart.

This is a poem I literally just wrote in two minutes. It can be perceived in many ways, but I'd like to steer it in the direction of a man who's friend has stopped talking to him because he admitted to being gay. Something I don't understand is why there is discrimination in this world. Let's narrow it down to discrimination on the basis of sexuality or self-identity. Why is it so hard for us not only as individuals, but also as a nation, to accept these differences? Why can't we just live with it by accepting the fact that there are different category of people on our planet, instead of dismissing them like they're not human. Just because this idea had evolved recently and is comparatively newer than the very conventional two genders or types of sexuality, doesn't mean it's wrong. Ever heard of evolution? This may just be another form of it. Just like we have different types of bees, fish, dogs and other animals, why can't we, for the sake of humanity, drop our "I'm the king/queen of the animal kingdom" ego and categorise ourselves into different types of humans? 

To be very, very honest, if a Eunuch lands up at my house asking for money, I'd be startled too. But what other choice do they have? It's our society itself that doesn't accept them, or provide them with jobs to enable them to be independent. The human race would honestly be a lot happier if everyone just accepted each other the way they are.

Thanks a ton for reading, comment down below with your views on the topic, please do share the post; it is a very important topic, and must be dealt with!

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- +Ragini Zutshi Anand 

Her blog is BOMB, as I like to call it. And you really got to visit her blog at least once.

Also, it's her birthday tomorrow. HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE RAZZY! :3

~ Mahak ツ

In The Night

I have named it 'In the night' because it is this song by The Weeknd which inspired me to write on this issue. The base story includes a f real-life experiences of a go-go dancer so as to make it sound more realistic.

She isn't the regular white-collar worker. She is of the stuff what werewolves are generally made of- she isn't at night what she seems to be in the daytime.

It was her first night at the club.
Stiff and unable to find the groove in the song's rhythm, she tried to shimmy into it with her eyes closed. It was when she opened her eyes that she discovered the hush about her.

Tattooed men in pony tails and handkerchiefs banded around their foreheads, women in black-leather vests and hot pants, and smoke so dense she didn't even see the first beer bottle hurtling through it. When it crashed a few feet to her left the bartender flew after it and yelled at her to just keep dancing. Somehow, amid the hooting, booing and catcalls, she did.
"Go back to the convent where ya came from!" came a voice from the ruckus as another couple of bottles landed on either side of her. She had set out to make $20 as one of the three girls dancing that night, and she wasn't leaving without it. She danced in a trance. 

Her nine-to-five, five-day-a-week job as secretary to the hospital administrator at the City Hospital netted her only a bit more for the week than her Saturday job, moonlighting as a go-go dancer. Somewhere amidst the paper bills and the crowd of slugs writhing and leering at her she discovered herself pirouetting on the nefarious beats. It wasn't her fate, it was her obligation. An obligation to reimburse the $20 she was being paid, an obligation to dance not because she loved to but because it was her means of subsistence, an obligation to enthral the inhuman douchebags with her physical comeliness because she was a woman.

As the sweat pours down my fishnet stockings, these guys think they're gonna take me home and score, while I'm wondering if I can throw in a load of laundry before I heat up the leftover lasagna.
~An anonymous go-go dancer

The Chemistry Between Hearts

The pupils forged ahead like warriors do on hearing the war siren. 'Thank you ma'am!' This time it was a concise one, unlike the usual extended syllables one. After all, it was the lunch break.

Everybody stormed through the battlefield, ready to foray, but one retreated. No, he wasn't a coward. He was the bravest. The staunchest. 

'So you were waiting for me.' said a voice which emanated from his posterior.

'Yes, Anaya.' 

'How come you still remember me?'

'You know why.'

And there they advanced, on the war-struck land, which had now been at peace due to evacuation. Holding each other's hands they strided, marching with the same gait, like soldiers with patriotism in their hearts. It was love, not voluptuousness.

'I love you, Anaya.'

'Love you too.'

Herein she reduced to what she was- a faint memory. Memory, which he had held captive in his mind all these days, memories which made him forget she was not in this world anymore. Memories, which made her a part of him.

The elements in their hearts formed covalent bonds which could never be separated from each other.
~The Chemistry Between Hearts ❤

Love has a perpetual succession- Men may come and men may go but love goes on forever. Love never dies.                              

In the memory of my late grandmother. Love you DADI! You'll always be alive in my memory. May your soul rest in peace!