Dear Martians, Run Now…!!!!!

So we found water or at least some kind of solid proof of it presence on Mars. You know the 17 years old me, back in time, would have jumped and danced and even cried with happiness, but the 2015 me is just so worried about the repercussion of it.

What? What? What?

Well, finding water is really cool and awesome but we are “HUMANS” we believe in causing pain, destruction and every possible type of atrocities to those who wish to live in peace. We found water now we would move mountains to find life and then we would land there and effinly rule like we are ruling the sad little earth.

Step 1: Find Life

Step 2: Smile & Shake Hands

Step 3: Click a Dozen Selfies

Step 4: Punch in Face

Step 5: Ban Local Music, Religion, Culture and Put “We Mean No Harm” signs along with…

“Martians with brown or black color report to left, LGBT Martians apply to right, those belonging to following religions as listed below must restrict to certain rules and remember to smile and say WORLD PEACE for our media camera. “

When I read about a 16 year old girl being stabbed in a Pride Parade, I literally felt tears threatening me on a busy work day. All she did was be part of a peaceful pride parade celebrating the equality rights and one lunatic just walks in attacks innocent people. Shira Banki, who had all her life in front of her, lost her life because among us are people who refuse to understand that everyone deserves to live. I specially don’t get those who hurt others in name of religion because I ‘m pretty much sure God never created people for sake of hating and hurting.

3 years old Aylan, his brother and mom were not the only ones who died on that day or day before or day after. But he became the heart wrenching -rock solid proof of how war torn countries are tearing the basic fabric of humanity, causing pain by those throwing shells and mortars and by those who struggle to shelter the scared ones.

And today I read about a guy beaten to death in a small town for he was, according to rumors, having beef in a beef banned place. Well, so we the humans just killed him.

It never ends, the pain caused by us. It would never stop.

I just hope Martians would run away to another planet before we land, because we are incapable of harmony. Some of us at least are totally incapable of following ‘Live and Let Live’.

I have been so exhausted mentally lately that now everything gets on my nerves and I can’t seem to shake the stinging darkness of the world I’m living in. Sometimes I wonder if Happy Ending is really a thing, maybe it’s a myth.

Forgive me for I vent…

17 years old me: Dear God let there be life and water on Mars
30 Years old me: #LOL
Martians on Mars: BOP BEEP BOP BEEP BOP BOP BUPPP BOOOOPPPPP (Translation- Run effin Eartians found us. Dammit RUNNNNNN)

ALIEN

It’s 2:20 am Monday and I’m not sleepy, which is so not good…!!!!

I wanted to count stars but then I decided to go with few of my favorite things/people…

My person

My baby best friend (let’s call him Spiderman shall we)

The stories in my head

Characters I read about

My high school best friend

Agnes Obel

TV shows & fictional Characters

All the Meg Ryan and Winona Ryder movies

Jodie Foster

My Laptop and MS Word

My headphones and every song in my players

My All Stars

The world I zone out to

My new puppy who I hope would love me as much as Snowy did

Coffee

My car

Grey’s Anatomy

Dreams

Book shops

Trains

Virginia Woolf Quotes

Mississippi Mud Ice cream

Brandi Carlile

Ellen De Generes

Pickles

Indian food

Eiffel Tower

Walking

Crying

Singing in my car

You’ve Got Mail

Bouquet of newly sharpened pencils

My Tattoo

My book collection

ME…….

P.S Agnes Obel’s music is one of the many things keeping me afloat…

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A withered rose…!!!!

Like a withered rose

She stood still

Unknown

Unaware

Of the change

The blowing wind

It felt strange

To bloom

To smile

Doom

Was that the color

Of her

She wasn’t sure

Or

Cared

She was a withered rose

Stood and pose

Same way

Everyday

Living in the past

So aghast

Of what’s not coming back

Of the deep crack

Between then and now

Raising a brow

She gave signs of life

For she never moved

A withered rose

She stood & pose

Same way

Everyday

There, there

Said the sun& moon

She heard none

She wanted to

Listen, dance & move

To spring & monsoon

But she was no more

The flower she was to be

Ravaged to the end

She stood little bend

She bore no signs

Of the beauty

She was once

Of the richness

The fragrance

The abundance

Of life

A waste to be thrown

What became

Of her

For

She was a withered rose

She might have been presumed

Dead

If it wasn’t the dread

Painted over

Darker

Than her own color

No water

No light

She starved

Pain carved

Every where

She rusted

She broke

To the ugliness

Of a stick in water-less

Pot

She wrought

She fought

Then she became a ghost

A dead flower

Almost

A little pale & pink

Oozing with the stink

Such was fate

Of the girl who

Turned into

A withered rose

Who stood & pose

Same way

Everyday..!!!!

But I’m the story and the protagonist…!!!!

I wish I was the friend or the cousin or the neighbor of the protagonist and not her. I wish I was, just one of those who in the end get to give few insights into her story and, not the story in itself.

I don’t speak or understand French but I can’t stop listening to this Edith Piaf song. It sounds so beautiful and lovely. It feels like one of those many background scores of my own story.

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