Whispers

 86 billion neurons in the brain buzzing back and forth to twist and turn the truth, to paint the world in colours, to make others dance to its tunes ! Image ref: Instagram/sri_saranya_art

  World we know is falling apart, Destroyed by lies spreading like wild fire, as Flames of hatred paint the sky black. Groping in the dark, Failing to win hearts, our Friends turned foes today. Rays of light pierce the air,  the rising sun brings cheer, United we move forward.

  Frothy bubbles dance in joy, wisps of aroma pierce the air. A cup of pure heavenly taste, every sip fills me with bliss. Milk, tea and sugar together make magic real. A taste that makes life worth - for rich and poor alike. --  Iniyaal.

  My childhood was safe and secure inside a big house, cared for by my family. Yet something was wrong. Growing up, I changed very much introvert and sensitive, empathy  made me ignore my petty role. I gave a lot, and finally gave up  my lot, no place in my people's  heart, yet I dream to regain it all. I am nothing but a tiny speck lost among the cosmic dust. Worry not, for life will go on. ~~ iniyaazh Image credit: Ben McLeod @ Unsplash

  Tall windows framed with gold, crystal chandeliers light up the floor, as statesmen flock to the door. Triumphant stood their leader proclaiming his might and power, every word crafted to hide failure. All for profit, made for minds seeking to exploit and prevail - refined crowd that wreaks havoc. Elsewhere sat another leader weathered face - calm and quiet endurance oozing charm and grace. People know his grit and power he was, like them, resilient clever they forge ahead breathing fire. Civilized they are in spirit pushed in to a deadly plight, braving all for a lengthy fight. ~ Iniyaal Image credit : Sajad Nori on Unsplash

Closed hearts and troubled minds stirred, suffering humiliation in silence. There came by, a laid back and common man with nothing special. Great was he neither by academic merits, Great was he not by amassing riches, Yet Revolutions many he made with a sharp mind. When the world lay asleep, in Dreams of high and low births, Great was he who refused to bow down, Great was he who refused to raise above others, Shattering caste hierarchies, he declared the dawn of social equality and justice.  When streets lay divided, closed to outcasts and untouchables, Great was he who knocked down walls, Great was he who denied lofty Gods, Questioning stories wrapped in inhuman horror, Athiesm, he preached, was the new social honour. When the world made matches among children, men drinking in stupor watching women suffer. Great was he who stepped in recklessly, Great was he who aroused women and children , Saving innocent lives, breaking down toddy shops, Marched ah...