Seven

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You are on fire
And its burning your senses
The smoke clogs your veins
Does it let you think
Before you spit venom?
The burnt charcoal dust of your wrath

Glitter and glamour
All around you in a frenzy
Cynosure
Oh must it feel to be them?
You stare at those limousines
And find it hard to blink out of greed

Ten more minutes
Five more
Hit on the snooze button
As if that stops time?
Stacks of work to be done
And you are slouching at the bottom
Of the heap
Did you ever hear of a successful sloth?

Check her out
From head to toe
Stop a little more at her breasts
And rate her jugs
Ask her to leave with you
Doest consent?
Rape her!
A loving wife at home
But  love comes after your lust

You laugh
Because she is ugly
Because he is black
Because…

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The 68th year of Independence

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We are amidst in past and future
We don’t have any present

Our fear of people and societies thinking
Confine us from doing new things

We would hardly find somebody to support us
But we would easily find hundreads to discourage us

Once were our ancestors ended up there life for the country
We today here suffer from cataclysm and apocalypse

Were our girls are confined from doing things
They are confined from equally taking part in building society

The ancient myth against girls,
Is leading us to take there lives before they sprout.
But still we say we are developing.

Were lakh of hapless people go to sleep without food,
Were thousands of people are given a tag of minuscule caste,
Were the future of many youth are obscure.

Were girls are not safe on roads,
Were there are a thosand cases of rape.

    Are we really Independent.

The voyage of my heart

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I set out to sail in the ocean
In search of a world
where dreams came true
Where tears of joy overwhelmed you
Where blessings did rain
Where love and only love did reign

I yearned to be there
Where lovers never had to part
A place where
No one ever did break a loyal heart

I feared I would fail
For I was on my own
He came along and vowed
He will never leave me alone
He promised he will be my oar
Help me sail till I reached the shore
His presence changed the ambience of the world once I knew
The buds of dreams blossomed at the touch of love’s dew

I failed to see through his affectation
Lived life lost in amatory imagination
Blinded by love
Overcome by emotions
Rejoicing every moment of my jocund voyage
I failed to see the premonitions of the storm…

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The bond I share with you.

           

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You are my love,
you are my luck,
And you are everything for me Sista.
We share a bond of care,
We are insane together.
You are lenient to me the whole world is against me,
I too promise to stay humble to your love.
Every time I do a mistake and say sorry,
And you leave me Scot-Free.
You understand me,
And you feel my agony,
Even if i want to hide it from you.
I do crazy things,
I want to do things out of the world,
But you never discourage me.
We breakup,
We patch-up in no time.
I taunt you,
I pull your leg,
But you never take it to mind.
Many times I hurt you knowingly unknowingly,
You never let me know you that you are hurt,
And you just keep silence.
At times I become an eagle eye on you,
I keep inspecting you,
I do because I care for you.
When ever I am wrong,
You just grasp my hand and stop me.
I turn things upside down,
And you keep justifying it.
I share with you every little thing,
At times I feel just as the world has disappeared for me,
But even in my thoughts you don’t disappear.

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You never make me feel that you are just cousin,
You are more than everything to me.
The thought that you would change your address and go far away from me brings tears in my eyes.
But that day our love and care doesn’t end,
That day our love and care would double.
I won you in lottery of my life sista..
    Love you.

Energy consumption which hardly balances the produce.

All India (Anticipated) Power Supply Position in FY2014-15[38]

Region

Energy

Peak Power

 

Requirement (MU)

Availability (MU)

Surplus(+)/Deficit(-)

Demand (MW)

Supply (MW)

Surplus(+)/Deficit(-)

 

Western

288,062

289,029

+0.3%

45,980

52,652

+14.5%

 

Southern

298,180

260,366

-12.7%

41,677

32,423

-22.2%

 

Northern

328,944

318,837

-3.1%

47,570

46,899

-1.4%

 

North-Eastern

14,823

12,248

-17.4%

2,543

2,215

-12.9%

 

Eastern

118,663

114,677

-3.4%

17,608

17,782

+1.0%

 

All India

1,048,672

995,157

-5.1%

147,815

144,788

-2.0%

 

 

India is a fast growing country. We are moving from an era of steam engine to bullet train. In an phrase we in the desired place we want. We are reaching other planets in the solar system. Many young people in the country are enjoying that luxuries in the life which were once the talk of the tales.

      All the development has been possible due to the vast thinking and creativity of the human mind.

      Now in the world almost everything runs with the electricity. The major source of power is electricity. Now in the vast and speedily growing world we had a backup for everything. But without electricity no backup works.

    In a country like India, the main and important problem we are facing is power cut of blackout. And it is obvious to face such problem because the amount of energy consumption hardly being able to meet the produce.

    As now the appliances and gadgets we use in our daily lives run on electricity or electrically charged batteries. Today even the man power is being replaced by machines or electrical appliances. Even that the l.p.g gas stoves are being replaced by induction cookers.

    Our lives have totally been on electrical power sector. We are being a bit unfair to the power sector. We are expecting so much that its not being able to produce the desired amount.

   An report by a commission states that “India was the third largest producer of electricity in the globe by 2013. With the capacity of producing 249.488 GW.”

    Still Indians are habituated to more frequent power cuts. Over 300 million Indians have no access to frequent electricity. And over one third of the rural population lacked electricity as well as 6% of urban population lacked so. The people of India suffers from a major shortage of electricity generation.

       Indian electricity sector is amongst the world most active player in a renewable energy utilization, especially wind energy.

      One of most reasonable cause of the problem is the theft of power. Both the government and we the people are responsible for the shortage.

     As a responsible citizen we should keep a check no power is wasted through us. We must only use the amount of energy that we require we should not waste it. And the main point is to keep the electrical appliances switched off while going out or when not in use.

 

 

An occupation of hazards-Prostitution

aphroditeanderson

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At this given moment there are 40 million prostitutes at work which is more than the populations of Australia(21 million) and Canada(33 million). May be sex is no longer ‘A sacred rite’ opposed to the beliefs of some cults and brotherhoods centuries back and we have become modernised and outspoken enough to use our freedom of speech to make sex a tea time discussion.sexual puns are a dime a dozen these days so altogether sex and sex talks are no longer taboo.

But as trivial as to make it a business??

Does it imply we have travelled down the road of modernisation to the point of progressional apogee?or have we stooped so low that we can no longer discern what is right and what is wrong as long as we get benefits?

Have we bartered our judgemental skills?

Sex trafficking and prostitution are flourishing grounds of entrepreneurship.The demand doesnt cease…

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We too are human beings.

Is it our fault that we are born to poor,
Is the world not a place for us any more.

Every night we go to sleep just dreaming of food,
But the only thing we share is brotherhood.

Nobody here really cares for us,
To the world “Are we pus?”.

Today when people search for life in moon,
But we hope for good doom.

We share an ethical bond with tear,
They come to us regularly without any fear.

Our poverty has always been sequent,
Due to hunger our people die more frequent.

In our lives we have a lot of pain,
But we are unfamilier with any type of gain.

Our lives are vivid in your eyes,
But are there none of you to hear our cries.

Hope someday somebody would hold our hands,
And take us to better lands.

But unfortunately to hold our hand there are none,
As to society, We are tool of fun.

Just an request to you,
Dont treat us inhuman, we are human beings too. 😦