Writer's Block

I haven't been able to write for a while now. I blame the current lack of inspiration in my life. Lack of excitement and novelty.
Looking through poetry for some inspiration, I rediscovered one of the works of art that attracted me to poetry amidst the pools of rubbish my literature teacher in college laid out before us. 
I melt into a puddle every time i read it.. 


I Carry Your Heart With Me
- E. E. Cummings


i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                   i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and  you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Faith knows no species. 

It's a shame..

It’s a shame that we know how things go down in circumstances like this. We know how the phones and the traffic and the media will behave. It’s almost like a drill that we’ve all learnt how to follow.

It’s such a shame.

It’s a shame that while there are people in the city offering complete strangers shelter, food, conveyance and any other help possible, the information that’s being spread instead is about Kasab’s birthday (that he shouldn’t have been alive for anyway)

It’s such a shame.

It’s a shame that today we’ll panic, tomorrow we’ll celebrate the spirit of Mumbai and soon all this will be just another date.

It’s such a shame.

It’s a shame that in no time people will begin candle marches, and truly believe that their solidarity will make a difference (just like it has all the 11 million times they’ve had candle marches before)

It’s such a shame.

It’s a shame how immune we’ve become, how a smaller numbers of casualties is reason to breathe a sigh of relief, how we can sit and watch this news over dinner and how a text message to a 100 people who are okay gives us the peace of mind to carry on with life.

It’s such a shame.

It’s a shame that a country that fought tooth and nail, blood and sweat, life and death at one point is now a passive blob of disconnect. If we’re safe in our bubble, we don’t care. There’s no rebellion, no drive, no fire!

It’s scary.

It’s upsetting.

It’s infuriating.

It’s just such a fucking shame!