We talk of modernity, yet still are hindered by orthodox mentality and taboos that link skin color to one's abilities. The question is why? In what logic?
"We have more Cases because we have more Testing!" (Donald J Trump (POTUS), via Twitter on November 3, 2020)
Nervous. Is that really something I should be feeling right now? Facing these many people, ready to start something so special, should I really be nervous? Maybe this is not nervousness that I am feeling. Maybe this is some kind of wild excitement that I am unable to control and that is resulting my palms to sweat like they are wax candles placed in immense heat. For some reason, this tuxedo feels a little suffocating. It feels hot and I want to rip out the first few buttons to get some air, although my air is yet to make her appearance.
And Every night, I think of writing about you. The poetry I saw in your eyes, The one I'm unable to write. But every night, when I can't sleep, I replay you and think, What a walking mystery you are, With no one capable enough to solve.
Note: Kindly include no voice on the Left-chord section of the piece, it has no use. Only the Right voice matters.
The phase of life that was synonymous with innocence and brevity – isn’t it beautiful? The whole world appears to be warmly welcoming when observed from a pair of inexperienced eyes. There is excitement in the air. People avidly watching us would be mesmerized – every now and then they would exclaim at our trivial mistakes – “Aww! Isn’t he/she cute?”
How many days have you felt sad, and looked around to see that nobody is there whom you can tell what you feel? Or, how many close friends do you have, yet you do not tell all your problems to only one person like there is a specific person for a particular set of problems. And even if there is someone whom you tell literally everything to, if you take a step back and reflect for a moment, then there are still things at the core of your heart which you will not tell anybody?