Saturday, December 29, 2012

Brain-less



Why do people throw garbage on the streets of Marine drive?
Because within the whole stretch on Marine Drive, there is one dustbin, broken from the ends for no apparent reason.
So why aren't there enough and/or no dustbins on and around the streets? Are we, as the youth always expected to make some statement, example.
We're not really heard, seen  or acknowledged when we carry Lays packets in our bags till we see a dustbin in sight.Nor when we take part is massive "Cleanliness" Drives every year.
Why must we clean the streets when out parents pay THEIR hard earned money on our education to serve and work for our own country that can't fulfill it's basic criteria?
Thousands of 'fine for spitting/throwing garbage' plaques may come up, just like all other so called laws that are followed by absolutely noone.
It falls on deaf and uneducated ears.
To make them pay heed, what can be done.
What can be done?

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Superwoman

You break me me down,
You take what you want,
You go as you please.

I am me.
I will rise, like a pheonix.
Soar like a dove.
Stand up when it's wrong,
Still be capable of love.

I am KAANCHI.
I AM A SUPERWOMAN.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

You can.


She is innocent.Cherish it.
Her countenance is beautiful.Worship it.
Her vulnerability is tender. Protect it.
Because you can. 

READ : http://tehelka.com/freedom-without-fear-is-what-we-need-to-protect-to-guard-and-respect/


Sunday, December 9, 2012

So they got away.

They did not wait.
To meet her, know her.
The light that she shone.
The hope that she was capable of.
The grace she would be.
The opportunities she would conjure up.
The happiness she would provide.
The love that she could mould with her palms.
They did not get to know her.
So there she lay.
So tiny.
On a railway bench.
Alone.
They did not wait to get to know her.
So they got away.