“When You Love a Storm” – Debut Book Launch

“When you love storm, remember,
You never lose even though you’re bruised.
You find yourself and your freedom,
and that’s a good thing.”

When You Love a Storm” is the first collection of poems by Anshuman Dash and it tells the story of a man discovering beauty in the transience of love and coming to peace with the idea of letting go.

The book will be launched by the end of August and will be available for free download Here.

If you would like to follow the latest announcements, please follow the Facebook Page Here.


Crowdfunding To Help A Friend Produce Her First Song


Contribution Link: https://igg.me/at/song-fundraiser/x/15930173

The fundraising is for a friend, Shahd Syoufi, who is an extremely talented and fiercely passionate musician. Shahd comes from the city of Homs in Syria. Presently, she lives in Germany where her family moved in back in 2013, given the situation in Syria, because of the civil war.

“I have dreamed of becoming a singer since the day I learned to talk, maybe even before that”, she would say when asked about her passion for music.

As a kid, she was encouraged to pursue her passion for singing where she used to perform at school functions and sometimes at family gatherings. But coming from a society where music, dance and other such art forms are mostly frowned upon when pursued by women, she lost the support from her family when she came of age.

But, things changed (mostly for good) when she moved to Germany where she is more free from the boundaries of a restrictive society. She is twenty-three and studying at the University of Stuttgart. She is a fierce advocate for women’s rights especially in the Arabic world and wishes to inspire women to pursue their passions and dreams and fight the restrictions of the society they live in.

Currently, she is working on her first song and she wishes to produce it by the mid of this year. The song will be in Arabic, and will urge women to think about their lives and think freely. But, being a student, and trying to live independently without depending on her parents for finances, while facing criticism from her community, she needs our help.

I am trying to raise funds to help her with the logistical expenses of producing the song. If you are willing to contribute (any amount) please do not hesitate to contact me for any details.

Here are a few of her singing videos –


Day-2: Art, Stupas, and a Broken Bike

It was the second day of my adventure.  Well, it isn’t really an adventure, more like soul-searching or to be more precise root-searching. So I was greatly inspired by these lines by Anjali (The Little Girl).

“If a man knows about everything in the world but his roots, then he does  not know anything at all.”

This got me thinking. The seed was originally planted when she had once mentioned that they were learning about “Pattachitra” and Odissi in college. It was good to hear that these things are taught in universities and in that instant I was filled with pride. Not sure why, probably because I am an Odiya and that most of these things – the art, the places, the dance, everything originated stones throw from where I live. However, somewhere at the back of my mind, it struck me that the things I was proud of – I knew nothing about. Yes, I knew of their existence, and probably some odd trivia, but that did not count.

I was an Odiya after all, it was my root, and I knew bloody nothing.  I was ashamed. I mean we have a Chandua hung in our living room, and I have never actually visited Pipili or any of the shops that sell these Chanduas. Moreover, the worst part is that Pipili is just 15 Kms. from my place.

I had never asked. Never questioned. Never curious. Taken all these things for granted. Never really realized how very fortunate I was to have such a legacy. How rich my state was. On top of that, I was to leave for Germany in a couple of months. That is when I thought, I may not be able to cover all of Odisha or learn everything in detail with the time I had, but the least I can do is visit places that are close. I mean I had visited some of these sites before, but that was different. I wanted to do it on my own, alone and see the places. I was never great with people or questions anyways. That will come next. So step-1 visit these places, observe, soak it in and try to learn as much as I can.

I had a borrowed two-wheeler. I had time. The weather had been kind to me since I arrived in Bhubaneswar. The day is hot and very humid, but the afternoons are pleasant. Humid, but pleasant. Plus, if you are from Bhubaneswar, you sort of get used to the humidity anyway. So yeah, I had decided that my escapades would have to be between 3-6 pm because the sun sets early on this side of the world.

Yeah, so that was sort of the back story. Coming back to Day-2. After having covered Khandagiri and Udaygiri Caves, (Mostly Udaygiri, as it was late) on Day-1, I had planned Dhauligiri for Day-2. As planned I left home around 3 pm, made a short stop at Bakul to get clicked for the My Tree Campaign. Wrapped it up in 10 minutes and got out. On my way, I crossed the State Museum, and it just occurred to me, I must have passed it a billion times in the last 27 years and not once, had I went in.

Mental Note – 1: Day-3 First Stop. State Museum.

I am shitty when it comes to direction and for a moment I thought of getting the GPS out, but then I thought against it. I mean what the heck. If I get lost, that’ll be an adventure, plus I had to save battery to click pictures. So there’s that. Dhauligiri is approx. 10 km from my house and on the BBSR – Puri Highway. The Highway at one point in time used to be a single lane road and very poorly maintained, but things have changed especially in the last couple of years. The govt. has somehow invested in tourism it seems. That meant repairing the roads, putting up signboards everywhere. So the poorly maintained single lane road was now a four lane sparkling beauty of asphalt. I couldn’t get lost; there were bloody sign boards every 100 mt.


It was a lovely drive. The wind was just right. Neither too strong nor non-existent. Just right. Due to the showers in the morning, everything looked fresh. The road, the lines of trees by the road, the fields. There was a lot of greenery. I had missed that in Bangalore City.


And the sky. Damn! It was so vibrant so blue so bright, almost felt like a super Hi-def. TV. The clouds were as white as white can be. I would have loved to keep staring at the sky, something I usually do when I am in a car (not driving of course). But then I was riding the bike, and I had to keep my eyes on the road, so yeah back to the road.  But I didn’t complain because the scenery by the road was equally beautiful. Plus there were these odd Handicraft Shops selling stone-sculptures. I had seen these sculptures being sold in stores near my house all my life, but never once thought about where they originated. Who makes them? Where do they sell those? What goes into making them? Must take years to learn the skill. What are they doing to preserve this art form?

Mental Note-2: Try to find and visit one of these stores and ask around. (Would be difficult because of the non-existent people-skill, but we’ll see)

Moving on. I found a sign that said Handicrafts and Art Village. I wanted to go in, but then I already had today’s destination in mind. I am slightly obsessive that way. So..

Mental Note-3: Make sure to visit that village.

Riding riding. And then I realized how much I loved driving/riding, but then it had to be that good a road and no traffic. Something I had absolutely missed in Bangalore. Bangalore Traffic. Damn! The one thing I will never ever miss even though it has taught me the virtue of patience and keeping my cool. And then it struck me. (Things have been striking me a lot lately). Pipili – that would be just 5-6 Km.

Mental Note – 4: Pipili First. Dhauli on my way back.

The thing about Pipili village is that, before the new Highway was made, one had to go through the village to get to Puri. So in a way, in my mind, Pipili has always been synonymous with Puri. But now with the new highway, people can completely bypass the village. I don’t know why, but it made me sad. Maybe because, in life, some things should never change, things that keep you rooted to your life your childhood. They are like your totem like the ones from the movie Inception. But this one thing had changed, and I was not prepared for it. I had been through the village several times in the past, but not once stopped. But today I wanted to stop and I did.

It must have taken me around 30  min to get to Pipili. The moment I entered the village, I saw a massive temple to my left. It was a relatively new temple, but I had never seen it before. That surprised me. Couldn’t have been that new.  Even though I am not religious, I have always liked temples. They are serene and beautiful. Plus this one was completely deserted. Jackpot! I decided I would stop by on my way back. Again, the OCD kicked in. I passed a government school and a bunch of kids getting back home. I checked my watch; it was the chutti time, yes. I rode until the end of the village and  on my way passed the handicraft shops, I didn’t stop then, I thought now that I have come this far I should see the whole of it, in case I miss anything. So I rode until the end of the village, made sure I didn’t miss anything then took a U-turn. Parked my moped at a safe place and then walked towards the Handicrafts shops.


As I walked towards the shops, I could see the shop owners standing outside their respective stores looking at me expectantly. That made me conscious and got me thinking, the bypass must have been hard for these guys. Initially, I had thought I’ll look around all the shops, click photographs might buy a small souvenir, but that instantly changed when I looked at them. It wouldn’t have been right if I had just window shopped like that. So from the distance, I took a couple of pictures of the street adorned with chanduaas, lampshades, umbrellas and what not on both sides in shades of bright yellow, orange, blue, green and red.

Then I got into the nearest store, and the owner immediately approached me “Sir, may I help you with something?” I wanted to say, “No thank you, I am just looking.” But then I actually had intentions of buying a small Chandua that I wanted to gift, so I said, “Yeah, could you show me a little chanduaa with Lord Jagannath’s image?” He was more than happy to show me Chandua after Chandua, each more beautiful than the previous one. It was a difficult choice, but then I finally picked one. I had to.


I picked that moment to ask him for his permission to click pictures around the store, and he immediately said yes. So I started clicking pictures of the various handicraft items in his shop. Paintings, Pattachitras, more Chandua of every size, handbags, wall hangings, swings and what not.

While I did that, the shopkeeper kept me showing new items with the hope that it would interest me. To be very honest I was tempted to buy one from every item, so the moment he tempted me with the Pattachitras, I was sold. I picked two small ones. Then he started showing me lampshades, I wanted to buy one, but then I reasoned with myself – I don’t have a job anymore. MUST NOT BUY!

Then he asked me to wait for a couple of minutes, went back to his storage and got a new set of items. Man! Were they beautiful? Such sophisticated art over palm leaves depicting all the avatars of Lord Vishnu, and then there was one more that was breathtaking where the artist had drawn incepted Ganesha(Ganeshas within Ganesha).  I couldn’t say no. I had to take one. But these were expensive – the more intricate the work, the more valuable they were. I wanted to take the one with Ganesha’s image, but it was around 800 bucks, so I picked the one that had five Avataras of Vishnu.


The owner took the breach in my temptation as a hint and tried showing me other stuff. But then I politely told him that if he showed me more stuff, then I will end up buying his entire shop. I think he got the message and gave me the bill of my purchase. I paid him, thanked him and left.

On my way back, I made sure to stop by the temple. I parked my bike nearby, took off my shoes and went in. There was no one around. Some Odiya bhajan was playing from a sound system. It was a Hanuman Mandir. There was a place for Havan just before the main altar. The place had several pillars each adorned with sculptures. I’ll get back to them, I thought and went to the main altar.


Once inside, I paid my respects rang the bell and came out. Moved around the place looking at the sculptures on the pillars. One side had the idols of Gods specifically Vishnu and the other side has statues of women. It struck me as odd considering It was a Hanuman Mandir, and he was a Brahmachari. All the women were topless and some in erotic positions. I wondered if this is acceptable, why such a big fuss over Nudity, “Public Indecency” in our country. Anyways, I moved on, the wall that covered the area was also filled with depictions of various mythological events, mostly from the life of Hanuman himself.


I looked around for a little bit and then decided to leave as it would get dark soon.


Within 15 mins, I had reached the exit that would have taken me to Dhauligiri. The thing about Dhauligiri is that the Shanti Stupa is visible from a distance as it is on a hill. And it looks beautiful in the sun. I took the exit and soon was on my way. That stretch is especially nice because of the greenery on either side. I passed a few farms that have rice planted in them I think.  There was a temple as well. I thought I’ll  stop by on my way back.


Dhauligiri is a hill, and just at the foothill to the left, I saw there was a signboard saying – Rock Edicts of Ashoka. I had been to Dhauli a couple of times before, but never really noticed that site.


Mental Note-6: Visit this place on my way back.

Moving on, I passed a sign that said Handicrafts Bazaar. I was excited to explore the area, so I stopped my bike and went to see the place. One had to take stairs and move down to get to the Bazaar. The place was completely deserted. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the hour of the day, or the site had been abandoned all along because of lack of tourists.


So I carried on. In 10 minutes, I reached the top of the hill. From there I could see a significant chunk of Bhubaneswar. I could see Dayanadi flowing at the foothills and several stretches of farmlands. I parked my bike and went to visit the stupa.


Once at the Stupa the first thing I did was look for a guide because I wanted to learn as much as possible about the place. But instead of guides, there were a bunch of photographers. A couple of them approached me but I just waved my phone at them, and they understood. I felt for them. In the age of cell phone cameras, it must be really hard for them. I wonder how they were able to provide for their families.

There weren’t too many people. A few families, a small group of guys and mostly couples. All busy clicking pictures of each other. I don’t know why, but it made me smile. Standing before me majestically gleaming white was the Shanti Stupa.


I had never actually appreciated how beautiful it looked. As a kid, I used always to imagine the structures on top as dining tables and believed aliens came down and dined there when we were asleep.  I miss that innocence.

But before getting up there, I made a beeline towards the board that would have information about the place. I went through it and found it really helpful. For one, I discovered that the Shanti Stupa itself is relatively new compared to the history of Dhauligiri, where Chandashoka had converted to Dharmashoka after the carnage of the Kalinga Wars 2300 Years ago! And the wars were fought on the banks of the Daya river! Holy Shit! That happened in my backyard.


Kalinga was the old name of my state. I don’t know why they didn’t continue with it. It has such a majestic ring to it. Anyways, right opposite this board, there was a stone pillar with some inscription in Japanese. For a second, I imagined the small table underneath the pillar was used to place a Japanese Katana and in the instant, I remembered this is a bloody Shanti Stupa! A sword must have been the last thing on earth that would have been kept there.


Mental Note-7: Need to find out what it says.

Then I went to the top around the stupa capturing the 4 idols of Buddha in his different postures. I don’t exactly remember what each of them stood for.

There were several carvings on the wall around the stupa all depicting scenes from the life of Gautam Buddha himself. As I went around, I tried to relate to them from what I had read about Gautam Buddha in school.

From there I went to the Shiva Temple that is very conveniently hidden behind the stupa. I never even knew it existed. It almost felt like I had stepped into Narnia.


It was time to get back. Near the parking, there was a Sugarcane Juice vendor, and I couldn’t resist. I had two full glasses of Sugarcane Juice. On my way back I saw there was a road that ran down from where the Craft Bazaar was located. I had seen it on my way up but didn’t pay much attention. I had thought it must be the way to a nearby village. For some reason, I was feeling a little adventurous, so I took that road. It went winding down, and led to an old Shiva Temple – Bhairengeswara Temple. I learned that it drew a huge crowd during Mahashivratri.

There was a huge and old peepal tree outside. It was wrapped in thin sarees. I think they were people’s Maansiks. I have always been fascinated by old trees. For some reason, they make me feel protected like a Patronus. It was heartbreaking to see hundreds of old trees uprooted after the Super Cyclone in 2000.


There was a small house outside. I think the temple priest lived there, and maybe his family. This reminded me of my village.


There was some sort of a shrine outside the temple too. People had offered brass Cobras there. These brass crafts are made in a nearby village named Balakati. I ‘ll visit it soon.


From there I headed towards the Rock Edicts of Ashoka that I had seen in the foothills. But on my way, I took a wrong turn and ended up nowhere. But I found this graffitied wall there. These are Traditional Folk Art usually found in remote villages where people make these on the walls of their huts. A few Years ago, the Head of BMC started out a new campaign of beautifying the city. Several local artists were hired and were asked to decorate the walls around the city with paintings – new, old, lost. I’ll try and click those as and when I find them.


Back on track, I reached the Rock Edicts of Ashoka. I took some time to go through the info board. It was kind of interesting. One particular thing that stuck with me was the omission of the SE – 11, 12 and 13.


The edicts were carved on stone and were in Magadhi Prakrit Language and the script being the early Brahmi. On the rock above the edicts, an Elephant is carved out which symbolizes Buddha, the “best of elephants.”


The rest of the area had been landscaped beautifully and was rich with vegetation and cleanly mowed lawns. “Lover’s Paradise,” I thought to myself.

So.. Yeah. That was the end of the Day -2 exploration. But the adventure didn’t end there. While returning as I slowed my bike at a set of rumblers, my bike was suddenly thrown forward. For a second, I couldn’t understand what had happened. I thought I had subconsciously throttled the bike. Only when I fell some 4 feet away by the side of the road (Which was muddy, and relatively softer luckily) that I realized I had been hit by something from behind. It was a car. In no time, the nearby villagers had gathered and were making a fuss.  They helped me up. Luckily I wasn’t hurt, only maybe the area of impact was hurting a bit. There were minor damages to the bike. The driver was learning to drive and had confused the brakes for the accelerator. In all the chaos I thought I should be feeling angry. After all, it was not my mistake, and that’s what people do, right? Get pissed off and start beating up the culprit? But I don’t know why anger was the last thing on my mind. In fact, I felt sorry for the driver who was now pleading before the villagers, who seemed more enraged than I was. I tried to calm them down, but they wouldn’t listen. So I said, let’s go to the nearest garage, get the bike checked and the driver can pay for the repairs before the villagers started assaulting the poor driver. He seemed like a good man. So we got out of that commotion and headed towards the main road. After we had been at a safe distance, I asked the man to leave to wherever he was going and that not to worry and be more careful the next time. But he insisted that we get the bike checked so that he could pay me. I don’t know why but I refused. I should have taken the money from him. But I couldn’t. So he asked me for my number and promised that once I get the bike repaired, I should give him a call, and he’ll come and pay for it. We agreed and went in opposite directions.

What an end to the day it was. I was in my first accident that involved an actual collision. It took me around thirty minutes to reach home. I’ll get the bike repaired tomorrow I thought. For a second, I contemplated on the idea whether I should tell about the accident at home because I was sure Maa would freak out but then decided otherwise. I told her about it, and she was relatively calm because I had not got hurt. Surprisingly I got a call from the driver asking if I had reached home safe. It was at that instant I decided I would not ask him for the money to repair the bike.

The End.


Day-1: Storms and Caves

Today, I rode the storm on my rickety bike that I had borrowed from my neighbour, almost anticipating to face it. Like a foolish adventurer, who wished to conquer Mount Everest in his pyjamas and a pair bathroom slippers. The sky had looked as if it had been holding back for years, and this was its tipping point. Like it could not take it anymore, it did not care about the consequences anymore exactly the way I was feeling. The sky has a mysterious way to reflect your emotions sometimes, or maybe it was just me.

So I had decided I’ll ride the highway, the one I had with her, for the very first time. I wanted to relive that moment. I know it was a stupid thing to do, but… The road was the same as it had been that day and the weather, well it was toying with me. It almost felt as if I was watching a movie in HD, each and every moment of that day playing in front of my eyes. Shit! Shouldn’t be doing this to myself.

That was it. I took the next break in the median and turned back.  After a 20 minute ride, I reached Khandagiri Chowk. It was getting dark, and the clouds were threatening a downpour. There were 10 seconds left on the timer at the traffic signal. I had to make the decision fast. Orange. Green. Oh! Fuck it! I turned left towards the Khandagiri-Udaygiri hills.

I had been here a couple of times before. Once, I think almost five years ago with a bunch of volunteers from all over Europe, who were working with some NGO in Bhubaneswar. We had met with them in Bakul as they were doing the Story Telling around the World event, and I was a part of that project. I should have a few photographs of that trip. The second time was with a colleague of mine, but that one was a very short visit. Mostly because he had acrophobia and wouldn’t climb the hill. We had clicked a few photographs and left. I had never been here on my own and explored the place.

I parked my bike and got me a ticket. The ticket cost me five bucks, but the same ticket costs Rs.150 for foreign Nationals. Shit! That is too much.


The Khandagiri and Udaygiri hills stand opposite each other. The Udaygiri hills had just caves. These caves were for the Jain Ascetics who had lived there. However, Khandagiri had caves (relatively few) and a Jain Temple on the top. They also had Monkeys. Many Monkeys that had gotten accustomed to humans and were not afraid of snatching food from their hands.

I went to Udaygiri first, because I was more interested in the caves. The moment you enter the Uday Giri compound the first thing you see is a stone ramp taking you up the hill. There’s also stone stairs that bring you up and around the hill. I decided to take the stairs.


It had rained during the day, so the stones were slippery. The caves were dark and damp and smelled of bats. I knew that smell because as a kid I had been to Lingaraj Temple a lot with maa.  That temple ceiling used to be filled with bats, and there was this typical smell that was only overpowered by the ghee lamps, the dhoop, and the flowers/bel patta offered to the Shiv ling.

There are 18 caves in Udaygiri in total. Most of the caves had two common features – One; the caves opened either to the veranda, or the space outside. Two, sloping rise of the floor towards the rear end that acted as the pillow.


The first set of caves I visited were small, dark and damp. Damp, probably because of the rain. However, the one cave that stood out was the one that had two chambers. One that looked like it could have been the Living room, with stone benches carved out of the stone and a bedroom that was at a height on one the left side of the cave. The bedroom was slightly higher than the living room. The cave had a proper ventilation system and drainage system as well. It was quite impressive.

I sat on the bench. The stone was very smooth and cold. I thought of getting into the bedroom, but the thought of bats stopped me from being too adventurous.


The Bedroom


A closer look at the bedroom.


The living room with the stone bench.


The drainage system within the cave.

I moved around a bit exploring the other caves. Stumbled across a couple, probably breaking up. The guy was crying. It made me very awkward. So I ignored them and moved on.


This was like a dormitory. One single space behind the different doors you see in the picture.


Almost tempted to click the breaking-up couple sitting somewhere down on the left side of this picture.


You can see the sitting space (Benches) outside the cave. This was common to most of the caves there.


I am not entirely sure what this was, but it looked like a ventilation shaft within one of the caves.

I had covered all the caves on that level of the hill. It was time to move up. There was a trail that went up, but for some reason, the adventurous side of me took over, and I hiked up climbing the rocks.


Once I climbed that slope, I reached a clearing. The clearing had a couple of benches, both occupied by couples. There was just one cave up there. Unlike the other caves, this one was protected by a fence. Must be an important one, I thought. Turns out, it was the Ganesha Cave. Its Architecture was also slightly different than the others as you can read on the information board below.


The next level was the top of the hill where there were stairs that would have taken me there. However, there also was another way. Through the little forest trail that I remember taking on my first visit there. An imaginary coin toss later I took the path less travelled 🙂


There was not a single human being on that trail. After walking around for 15 minutes, I realized I was lost. So I gave up the “be-adventurous” idea and retraced my path. Got back to the clearing and went off the stairs to the top.


A beautiful view of the city welcomed me. It was a great feeling. It was silent, the sky was overcast, and the weather was cold. There were a few people up there. Almost everyone was clicking pictures. There were a few odd couples in the isolated parts doing their thing. I could see the Jain Temple on top of the Khandagiri hill from here.


There wasn’t much up there in terms of the ruins except for this. Not even sure what this was. Probably an area for havan or may be a space for the ascetics to just chill and enjoy the evening sunset.


It was getting slightly dark. So I left. I went down another way, and it got me to this space. It was a natural cave that had been supported by pillars. I think the posts were put up by ASI during the restoration. There were benches and a clean open space. This was a great spot to conduct a gig/poetry slam I thought. One could sit here peaceful in the evening if they wanted to.


On my way down, I found a few other natural caves. These were smaller and uneven, and at inaccessible places. Not sure if anyone ever stayed in one of them.


These were the last two sets of caves on my way down. The first one looked like it could have belonged to the senior members, you know? The privileged ones. These were two storeys high. The ones at the bottom were bigger, spacious and had benches. The ones on the top were smaller as you can see in the pictures below.


The second set of caves were in an isolated part of the hill. It was already dusk, and there were no lights. There were dense and dark trees right opposite the caves. It was spooky. I left without even clicking a picture.

After having covered Udaygiri, I was in half-mind whether to go to Khandagiri because of two major reasons. One, it was already dark, and second, My legs were tired, and I was sweating like a pig on a treadmill. However, then I, though, this could be my last chance for a long time, so I just went for it.

After taking a steep flight of stone stairs, I reached a landing. To my left, there was a temple (not the Jain temple). It was a Hindu Temple. The evening ritual must have started; I thought because I could hear the bells and the cymbals piercing the silence of the otherwise quiet hill.


I did not go in as I wanted to explore the rest of the place before it was completely dark. So I took the next flight of stairs to my right that took me to another landing that had one set of caves. However, these unlike the ones on Udaygiri were grilled. Probably to keep tourists out, I think.


This one had a place for Havans on the verandah of the caves that was different from all the other caves I had seen that evening.

I took another flight of stairs that took me to an open space. Many people were sitting there and many coming down from the temple at the top. I could see a beautiful view of the Udaygiri caves from here.


By this time, it had got completely dark. I thought I could live without getting to the temple on the top. I took one last look at the temple at the top and went back down only to be cut off by a monkey jumping right in front of me and then to the trees and disappearing in the dark. It was time to go home.

The End.


We Are What We Are (A hitRECord Collaboration)

Hi All,

It’s been a long time since I posted anything. Things have bee crazy, but I think I’ll be updating the blog more often now. In the meantime I stumbled accross hitRECord.org, and I have been addicted! It is a brilliant  collaboration platform for artists. Do check it out.

Since the inception of this blog, I had always wanted to fuse poetry with different art forms, but lacked the essential skills to do that. But now I can, thatnks to the community of incredible artists all over the world.

So, here’s my second collaboration( or REmix, as they are called) on hitRECord,

Nuts to Sense, 50days50styles Challenge – Day 5 (Blitz Poem)

Kick some butt

Kick some nuts

Nuts of steel

Nuts we steal

Steal from stores

Steal some more

More we want

More we need

Need breeds greed

Need will bleed

Bleed with swords

Bleed with words

Words will kill

Words will heal

Heal this world

Heal your will

Will this work?

Will this fail?

Fail yourself

Fail the test

Test your skill

Test your strength

Strength in charachter

Strength of knowledge

Knowledge is Wisdom

Knowledge is power

Power pumps pressure

Power corrupts people

People kill People

People want to rule

Rule like the king

Rule over the wind

Wind will hit you

Wind will knock you down

Down falls the man

Down like the rain

Rain will wash you

Rain will cleanse you

You will then rise

You will be wise

Wise like the owl

Wise with a scowl

Scowl with your brows

Scowl like you mean it

It is getting late

It is making no sense

Sense is gold-plated

Sense is overrated



Evolution, 50days50styles Challenge – Day 3 (Alphabet Poetry)

A windy day
Breaks into the
Chest of a
Dying spirit, and
Evolves into a
Firey monster that
Grabs on to the
Helms of his
Insipid dreams and
Jerks him out, and
Knocks him down
Liberating his
Mind which
Now believes
Often, and
Questions to the
Right answers
Set by the
Thoughts of his
Unfaltering mind,
Vacillating no more
With doubts
Xeroxed from the
Years of failures
Zipped inside his chest.