slums and the sumptuous
live under the sun
rags and ritz
share the moon
and the star lit glitz;
poor and power
breathe in air
bleed out blood red;
abandoned and abundant
all so similar
yet so different...

A bird builds its nest
it takes no loan..
seize no property
on this planet
which belongs to it
as much as
any living being;
why do humans
deny and divide
that worldly right??

Perhaps life is a vicious cycle, where death is only a transition from one form of life to the other.. Death upon our planet might lead to, on a religious note, heaven or hell of the newer form of life.. On that hypothesis, our life here might also have been the heaven or hell of a previous version of our life.. Taking cue from religions and confining only to our planet, heaven or hell would be judged based on the deeds in that particular form of life.. If you are bad or at least proved to be so, you are cursed to live your life in hell and dumped in the slums.. If you have done good all your life or claimed to be so, you are gifted a silver spoon and placed in a cradle...

The cursed ones are aware that their life is far more rotten than the slimy surroundings they come to terms with, as for the blessed ones they are loved, cared and live a healthy life...
A singing talent might bring out stage performances, Indian Idols accompanied by applause out of the blessed ones and the same talent can make the other kind blinded, (with chilly powder stuffed into their eyes or the whole eye ball taken out with a spoon like taking a cherry out of the cake) and sing to a larger audience on the roads in the company of horns, swears and loathsome faces...
Blessed ones are always adept with waging wars, racing bikes and cars, building empires and treasuring their toy guns.. The wretched ones struggle to cope with fighting for food, running for their lives, finding shelter and wielding a real gun..

Heaven and Hell is on the same planet, living and surviving in the same place... Born here, they equally have the right to the resources of this planet.. but one is denied of that right and the other enjoys the privilege..

The fortunate ones are few
wretched ones many
the gap is widening
and the difference growing..
I, by sheer luck, am
one among the few...

Inspired from the movie Slumdog Millionaire

one of the most sparkling forms of conventions marked by humans in this world is time..
time, for a precise definition, is an indefinite progress of continued existence.. it has been known to exist since the very existence of nearly anything out in this universe.. this continued form of existence of the present, past and the future has been quantified in many forms like seconds, hours, days, months, years, decades, centuries so on...
time in all its forms measuring the progress of events has served us in a multitude of ways..

we have experienced time fly past by.. we have even trudged through the depth of every aching second.. we made time stop for us, stroll back into the past, jump ahead into the future.. sometimes even a fraction of the second was of utmost value and otherwise countless hours went past ignored.. and sometimes the tick-tock simply synced with the rhythmic thrums of the heart..

we had time teach us patience, we had time heal us.. time instilled fear in us, made us insecure and we also have looked for hope through time.. we called time with various names.. we had mornings and mixed feelings for that.. we all loved Sundays, waited for weekends, hated Mondays, cursed Tuesdays.. we had good times, auspicious times, new years.. new beginning to life, new resolutions every year, every week.. sometimes the same ones all the years..

we wait for time.. but time waits for none..
we had time recorded in books, histories, photos, videos, etched in our memories, planned in our organizers, carved on our palms.. but time found no prudence in taking a step back or peeping into the future...

The callous clock has only ticked second by second through mornings, nights, Sundays, weekends, Januaries, Decembers, centuries.. shaping the world personally and globally with every passing moment..