I carry my world on my shoulders

It is only sunrise when she opens her eyes,
The moment she does, I stare into paradise.
I know that it’s day when she begins to play,
Even the clock wishes each moment would stay.

One day she’ll grow and this moment will be over,
Where I put my worries down and carry my world on my shoulders.

No earthly sound is preferred over the music of her laughter,
It could play on loop all day and it wouldn’t even matter.
I have no fear of gloomy days, I have no fear of the dark,
She is my ray of sunshine, she is my divine spark.

One day she’ll grow and the days will become colder,
For now I bask in this sunshine as I carry my world on my shoulders.

The only rivers that matter are the ones that flow down her face.
Each drop a calling for her father’s embrace.
I know the day is over when she chooses to close her eyes,
Her tiny little breath sings to me like a lullaby.

One day she’ll grow and that day comes closer,
Until then I rock her to sleep and carry my world on my shoulders.

Why is India’s population so high: A different angle

There are two types of India. One what the world perceives and the other, a rather harsh reality. To an average foreigner, India is the land of endless forests, bustling market places, snake charmers and Bollywood. It is common to see these stereotypes on popular media. Take for example a Hollywood movie that talks about a mass alien invasion; when the movies comes to the end and the entire world is celebrating the defeat of the aliens, Indians are shown, confused, in the exact same stereotype as mentioned above. This may seem trivial in the larger scheme of things but the fact is that India is a whole other country on the inside.

Now, let’s move on to a problem that Indians wished were only a stereotype – The population. With nearly 1.3 billion people competing for a very limited space, it is amazing how the majority are able to survive. The Government has tried it’s very best to keep the population down; this is ironic as only a century ago, India was considered under populated. But the real question to ask is – Why is India’s population so high? Do we really have so much sex?

To answer this question, we have to understand the dynamics of sex in India. To start off, sex is borderline taboo. It is considered rude to talk or discuss about it all. In fact, it is possible that both partners are unaware about what makes the other happy in bed for a lifetime. Ritual and culture makes sure that the situation remains the way it is. It is sad that we can choose who can rule our country but have no power in choosing a life partner in India.

Media plays an important role in educating the public. In the western world, thoughts about love and sex are embraced and therefore we see its various representations on the big screen. In India, everything works on symbolism. Censorship ensures that the public gains nothing more than a few new dance steps from the media. Since the parents don’t talk about it, media doesn’t allow it and friends barely discuss it, sex in India has not evolved at all in centuries.

If sex is considered nothing but trivial, then why is India’s population so high?

Here is one theory. Although India boasts of a large population, I believe that Indians do not have too much sex. Reserved for special occasions or baby making, sex is not the primary bonding exercise between partners. Society, joint family systems, limited alone time and a stressful environment all work as a perpetual turn off. But our bodies don’t see it that way.
The limited sex has given our subconscious mind and body the signal that this is a rare affair. So, each time we have sex (although causally), our body goes into baby making mode because it is not sure when the next sex is going to happen again. Since, India is the country that waits longest to have sex (average age to lose virginity is 22), our body clocks are anyway sharper than rest of the world in matters of sex. So basically, even though our minds are thinking of having fun, our bodies are thinking about babies.

So, how do we keep India’s population under control? That’s easy. Have more sex. Switzerland, Spain and Italy are the countries that have the most sex and are doing pretty well all-round. The people of the country and the media must not shy away from the topic but rather embrace it until it becomes a ‘normal’ thing.

Sometimes excess of a something can lead to the de-prioritization and normalcy of it.

One day I looked up and saw a blue moon

One day I looked up and saw a blue moon,
The time had come and not a minute too soon.
I picked up some flowers and her favorite chocolate,
I scampered along; today I just couldn’t wait.


Walking passed her window, I caught her eye,
They were swollen with tears, poorly hiding behind a smile.
Her father looked at me and signaled that I should to go,
He was giving her away; she would be mine no more.


What could I say, I had nothing much to show,
I resigned to my fate and watched her slowly go.
When is love enough and honesty adequate,
When is money enough and greed replete?


Her warm embrace will belong to someone else,
Everything I was sure of – now makes no sense.
I looked up again and there was no moon,
The time had gone, a minute too soon.

God listens in the time between two prayers

A change of filter, a routine Facebook post,
Reduced to a Twitter trend; a background ghost.
In time of peace you tear me to pieces,
I’m just a drunken debate but my hangover never ceases.
To every front page and teary news reader,
God listens in the time between two prayers.


We bow down as many but rise up only as few,
My ways startle, my language frightens you.
Our story cannot be told in just a tweet,
There are lyrics hidden in the lines on my feet.
To every like, comment and share,
God listens in the time between two prayers.


I recite every verse, I know them by heart,
I yell it every night when another one departs.
I bet we’ve met through a WhatsApp forward,
I stare through the screen as you call me a coward.
To my lost youth – you passed by every year,
God listens in the time between two prayers.


Take your anger and throw it at me,
I’ll soothe it with the sand and set it free.
When you Snapchat next, think of my words,
It too disappears in a day like a flutter of the birds.
To every brother and sister, pray and bear,
For God listens in the time between two prayers.

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