Who is the Fairest of them all?

One day I found a Mirror,
And couldn’t resist to error,
To pretend that this one
was much like the fairytale one.

I asked,
“Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?”
And to my surprise it replied,
“My Queen, is the fairest of them all.”

Was this a prank?
Or was this mirror really frank?
Was it really animate enough,
to answer my questions without a huff?

I voiced my doubts, while dusting it for some fluff,
“Are you a bluff?”
The Mirror seemed offended,
As it gave me a glare and ended,
“I have seen the world, I stand proud and tall.
And ‘tis true, My Queen is the fairest of them all.”

It didn’t sound quite right to me,
and thus, I took the liberty,
And tried to reason,
If the mirror would only listen.

“Does the ruling nobility pay any heed,
As troubles and turmoil plant their seed?
Are the sad subjects to blame?
As the intermediaries play their dirty game?

Does the tear falling from the commoner’s eyes,
Have fate in staining the soil red where it dries?
When swords are unsheathed and guns loaded,
Is it just to have more than peace eroded?

Does order lie in the hands of he
Who stands only to fill his pockets in glee?
Or does it lie in the hands of the man,
who breaks the order only to take a stand?

Does your Queen ever bother to leave
your front, and take in society as it grieves?
Or does she still stand before you everyday,
Blind to the misery and decay?”

I asked again,
“Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?”
I stood before him once I was done,
Waiting for an answer, but it had none. 

I Am Death

Some tremble at my thought
the very suggestion makes them distraught
And desperately they pray
when I am on my way

The others say I am inevitable
and yet they too tremble
Seeking a moment's delay
for when I take them away

They sake their devotion
and ask for divine intervention
To put an obstacle in my path
in worry and despair for my wrath

Every time as the time comes
I hover around them in various forms
Not once is there not a twitch in my lips
as I amuse myself over their silly antics

After a point, it no doubt gets annoying
as I inflict on myself the damage from their wailing
It makes me glad I'm not alive
my dysfunctional senses having one positive side

I cannot for the life of me fathom
what is there for them to seek safe haven
For I visit every door and every heart
without fail! Isn't it an art?

I am not pain, I don't make them suffer
and yet they shy away in terror
Why? I want to ask them
but keep my silence, reminding myself it's golden

I am but a messenger, a simple means of transport
carrying the soul as my load
I drop it off at its pre-decided destination
Heaven or Hell, there are not many options

Yes, I put an end to life
but only when the time is right
I am nothing if not fair
I take decisions with great care

And yet they curse me
calling me the image of cruelty
For I come and snatch their last breath
Yes, I am Death

The Shifting Reigns.

Man has gone far. Very far. The primary reason for this is, evolution. Evolution took place under nature. Man is, and always will be a part of Nature. In the earliest of times, Man was no different from the other animals that roamed this Earth. But the evolution took place. All evolved. But Man evolved more. Man started using the resources Nature provided, Man was dependent on Nature. Times changed, and now, Man has practically changed the face of this Earth. Its a wonder one cant see the skyscrapers and concrete blocks from space!
Man has now taken over the reigns of this Earth. Once, the reigns which were in Nature's hands, have now shifted hands.

Being human, one does not wonder what earth was in the hands of Nature. There wasn't a speck of grey  concrete or sky high buildings or  endless roads. It was all Green. Green and Blue. Its all Blue and Green what you can see from space, because thats what it is meant to be. If you stood on a hill, you might see a valley, a canyon, or maybe just long stretches of green pastures. One could sit under a banyan tree, eat fruits maybe (much healthier than French fries), listen to the birds chirp, and just lose ourselves in the arms of Nature. But what do we see around us? Four walls? Pleasant. What do we hear? Honking horns? Melodious.

Man can believe he has full power, he is all supreme. But every now and then, he gets jolts. Jolts of the fury of Nature. The most recent one is the massive earthquake and tsunami that has just struck Japan. It makes you realise, you can never control Nature. You can never reign supreme. And though one might think, he has the reigns, don't forget, it can be snatched back anytime.

At the end, I'd like to leave you with the lyrics of the song, "Mother Nature" by Hurts.


In my dreams I see the life she brings to me
But I forget her in the morning
And I don't need her holy blessings to be free
And I can stand it when she's talking
Talking back to me

In the shadow of mother nature
We find it hard to live our life
But we never chose the life she gave us
And we don't need her to survive

It's no wonder we grow strong while you grow weak
And that's exactly how you made us
And all your violence makes it harder to believe
And every death just leaves us faithless
Faithless in defeat

In the shadow of mother nature
We find it hard to live our lives
But we never chose the life she gave us
And we don't need her to survive

As the Swedish say it, reflektera över det!

And we take our first step !

Alright people, I am the latest addition to this site. Blogging is a fairly new experience for me and I hope and believe it should be rather pleasant. Considering the fact that I do enjoy writing, It shouldn't be much of a problem for me.
I, being a teenager, will think and write as a teenager should. The keyword here being "should". I am certainly NOT going to be crying to the heavens how I lost my one true love. Because, quite frankly, there are lots of better and more substantial things to think about and write about. Which is precisely what I will be doing here.
So, while I enjoy writing my Blogs, I hope others enjoy reading it and promptly follow it.
Trust me, you will not be disappointed. 
And as the Swedish say it, reflektera över det ! 


P.S.- "reflektera över det" translates to, Reflect on that !