A citizen of two worlds

Identity leads to citizenship. We are all identifiable, names, location, color, economic level, education and family background. We have been labelled, and projected or doomed. Depends what is associated with our names.

The economic levels are reflective of social behavior, hence a stigma is attached to people from two worlds. Each society has this inherent quality, to divide and mark down or mark up. A person who has been torn in this division, will have to keep on hiding one side of their identity. if they have by will or chance migrated to another. Just as origin never leaves us, this association is very much fixed.

Why does one wants to erase own identity? It is mostly due to economic level and education background. In this situation, lies are randomly said to save face. A dangerous path for the vulnerable, girls are worried for their married life and career, boys too have a certain drawback.

Oh the misery of this transition, want to forget but someone reminds who I was and what I want to be, never leaving me alone to enjoy my success and freedom. Why do they smear with words that are a like claws that tears the newly acquired skin and expose my flesh. I bleed and bleed , but they never feel any sympathy.

Crisis -2020..Virus War (VW)

There were many unrest and protest ongoing , wars and crime. Suddenly, there was Covid19 and the fear of pandemic, somehow made this world see some peace. Now, that we are closing for a return to normal, again all the unrest has marked this comeback, for example the protest in America.

It is flaring and raging, seems like the lock down has made people frustrated, their economic pressure release was this protest. People are now voicing concern more for protest and less for Corona virus.

The death rate has actually increased due to virus, still due to economic pressures the lock down has been loosened. The staying away solution was causing side effects. It seems, we the earthlings should now have a different norm, in terms of defensive devices from diseases. Our entrance, exits, touches, wipes .In fact any contact that has a chance to spread unseen virus must be eliminated, designers have provided options with seating arrangement, hats to maintain a distance, automatic doors and so on. What about chemical warfare? Has anyone put a hold on the lab that creates deadly combinations to wipe out nations. Guess not. Because it wasn’t on the list.

This virus war, VW is this generations weapon. But the problem is , no one can control it. Had they been able to control who the virus will effect, then it would classify as a weapon but now it is pandemic.

I think, there will be many new viruses in the making, maybe the pharmaceutical companies will finance it, or to control the world market shares investors may device a particular virus that dies in cold or hot, and lives in rainy seasons..I don’t know but the virus is like a weapon that will not vanish with the eradication of Covid19.

Nowadays there are so many theories circulating, regarding who is vulnerable so that marks a target. In future, it will be designed to attack certain types only, globalization has made the transportation easier of ideas, goods and viruses too.

Portrait called life

Pasted on a wall…that is blank..is that a life..always on hang ;)can I loose myself and break free and be myself..the real me..
I think..I should try at least ­čÖé To put colors in life as I please.
Change the postures as many as can be..and relax with sizes and prizes that please.
Life is painted and erased with ease , come close and view portrait of life with me..can you see that smile not reaching eyes ..or that tears just blinked off to release…a shooting pain or surging fright..are you in dark ..are you in light.. sketch would be better than paint. waves on face are deeper than lines that erase..how will you dry me..in gloomy rains..tell me once again..

Scars

It never shows to you, it is well hidden and tucked in..nor is it a pride to own..it is a scar that reminds me often ..what I did was wrong ..it has a message for me and you..when you hide a scar it means you were responsible for it..you jumped or ran, you couldn’t refrain from acts that resulted in scar for life..think how ugly is a life..where scars remain exposed to eyes , those eyes that laugh at your mistakes..reject you at your face..and mock you again and again..what a disgrace..

Scars

Scars are deep…those ┬áinflicted and never dressed..those wounds remain open..and reminds us of that pain..that severe harsh ┬áinsult..or that slap..that make legs weak..those are the hidden scars..we dread..and want to hide…because no one listens to the wailing cry..those tears that couldn’t drop..with fear ..trembling lips..that tried to remain pressed to suppress the loudness…you can not see..those scars..that haunt from depth ..from heart..when someone ┬áloves or is kind..tears just drop…as if..you are set free.