Utopic City

I had a dream the other night,

A dream that really opened my eyes.

A dream which showed me the way,

Towards a time that must come and stay.

A dream that told me it’s time,

Of a world where there is no crime.

A dream that said if we try,

We can kiss poverty goodbye.

A dream where there are no wars,

Where every corner opened new doors.

A dream where hunger is dead,

And everyone got their piece of bread.

A dream where every kid gets educated,

And live the life that they long awaited.

A dream where narcissism is slayed,

In a world where no one needs to be afraid.

A dream where no one is out classed,

Where Racism and bigotry are the things of the past.

A dream where religion is gone,

And no one is superior in this new dawn.

A dream where there are no tears,

Where every morning life is switching gears.

A dream with no need of politics,

Where no one fills their pockets with a bag of tricks.

A dream which had no flaws,

And everyone got their round of applause.

That’s when i woke up lost and sad,

Trying to find the lost dream that i had.

Screaming my head off in agony and pain,

Realizing that we are stuck in this rain.

But then came the time for the sun to shine,

And it hit me we can make it happen if we grow a spine.

All we need to do is get rid of the phobia,

To make this world our beautiful utopia.




Dressed in red and blue, is a man who flies

Gets his powers from our sun, takes good care of bad guys.

For some an alien, for others a god

He was the protector, who fought against all odds.

He was Metropolis’s hero, people called him Superman

But like everything else, he met the end of his time.

The crimes went up, hope started to die

But the silent guardian, continued watching the night.

He kept fighting, with guilt in his heart

Starting a battle, that was long lost.

Dressed like a bat, in the streets of Gotham

He assembled a team, as he had no other option.

Diana Prince got Cyborg, and Batman got The Flash

In this league of meta humans, Aquaman was the last.

They fought the invader, Steppenwolf was his name

Making them realize, they needed the Kryptonian to win this game.

They knew it was a bad idea, but they had to take the shot

As bringing him back to life, was not a lost cause.

Kal-El rose back from the dead, in the fortress of solitude

Lost, confused and angry, wanting to end this feud.

He grabbed Bruce by the chin, and asked him “do you bleed?”

Then Lois showed up, he grabbed her and flew away with speed.

The final battle was approaching, but Clark was gone

Back to his house in Kansas, to find his new dawn.

The motherboxes joined together, and formed the unity

Darkseid was approaching, but the league fought to save our community.

The five battled in Russia, against an entire army

But without a Superman, this night became stormy.

The odds were against them, the sky turned red

A beacon of hope showed up, to put an end to this dread.

Superman flew in, leaving the bad guys in shock

Saved some civilians and fought, but stood there like a rock.

The good guys smiled, joked and mocked, amidst the fight

Steppenwolf finally lost, and superman restored the light.

Thorns turned into flowers, a final sigh of relief

Hope was restored, and justice was believed.

Everyone settled happily, the hall of justice was formed

With six seats surrounding the table, and more available for other heroes inbound.

The justice league is born, but this is not the end

As injustice league awaits, with Lex Luthor and his friends.












“It’s all good. Life’s perfect! The sun cannot shine any brighter than it already is shining. Look around yourself, Everything is so beautiful.” An everyday exchange of dialogue between my head and my conscious. What else do i want? My life don’t suck. I have everything i wanted, Everything i ever dreamt of, Everything i wished for. But this is just the start. When the morning ritual comes to an end that’s when the cracks show up on this “beautiful” castle of glass. Come afternoon and the annoying phase begins. “Why isn’t this in the right place? Just who the hell is he to tell me what to do? Oh My god! Why is there so much traffic? Why is the sun blasting heat like it’s some kind of a furnace? Just what the hell is wrong with this weather?” Understandable. Might have been a long day. Or maybe just maybe i was complaining about the right things. As much as i try to convince myself i should’ve known i was wasting my time and should’ve started praying that it was the end of it, but my god was i so wrong. Sun is setting and the evening begins. That’s when the monsters start showing up. “Is someone following me back home? Are the cops gonna stop me for speeding? Did i just commit a hit and run? Why are my co workers so ignorant? Is my boss blind for not seeing and praising me for the work i did? Just who the fuck are these people and why the fuck am i taking orders from them huh?” Jesus Christ if only you gave me the ability to stop things before reaching the breaking point, but nope you cunning bastard you had to push me didn’t you? Night settles and that’s when the paranoia kicks in and of course that son of a bitch is overdosed with insomnia because why the hell not! A state of dread so high that saying i am jaded inside would be an understatement! “Is someone trying to kill me? Why am i living alone in my house? I had a dog with me didn’t i? You know what? I have had enough with these assholes, i am gonna kill these fuckers now!” I get up to get my gun but manage to stop myself, like the whole world is pulling me away from this madness. I lie down. Push the pillow right down my ears and force myself to sleep.

Next morning i wake up, feeling as positive as anything can be. I get over with my morning ritual and in due course of time find myself in the same loop. I push myself harder and am able to get over with the day. Another day begins but the same cycle repeats. Same thing happens the day after and the day after that and the week after that and the month after that. The moment i started believing that i got used to it was the moment the true colors of me being a dumb ass fool started revealing themselves.  You see, as much as i thought i am used to it now there was but one thing that i somehow managed to ignore and that was the voices were becoming louder and louder everyday. It started feeling like the voices were me, as they slowly started taking control my actions. The Schizophrenia was real. But i still kept winning this battle against my mind. Until today. I leave my house to buy some groceries without any clue that i was packing my gun with me. In the parking lot i go near my car that’s when all hell breaks loose. I see my neighbour, real nice chap, who came near me to say hi. I don’t know what i heard or what i made of it but instead of responding i punch him right in his face. It felt like he was threatening me or maybe even insulting me. Before he could say anything i punch him again and again till he loses a few of his teeth and his mouth started bleeding. With zero control of my self i pull out my gun and aim it at his carcass. But somehow, right at that very moment, my eyes open knowing that i have taken it too far this time, i see myself aiming a gun at me. I am baffled. Shock isn’t something that can define this moment. Scared and confused i ask the unarmed me “Who are you?”And his response leaves me shellshocked. “I am you. The REAL you. I am also the guy whom you are pointing a gun at. I am also each and every single person whom you have known or not known. But i am the real them. I am the one you lock in the deepest, darkest place in your conscious. I am the one you don’t want your friends and family to see. I am the one who hides behind your 5000$ suit like a shadow, the one who is the opposite of class in your parties where you drink expensive champagne. Kid. I am the one by whom you are so scared that you decide to lock me away in a chest in some far away corner of your soul and forget about the key. But don’t be scared because after all i am YOU. The true you. And this time i broke free of that chest and have no plans to go back inside.” I hear him and then i look at my neighbour, tears dripping from his eyes saying “please don’t do this” while the “real” me stands right in front of my barrel and screams “DO IT!” Emotion, confusion, turmoil. It feels like the weight of the whole world is on my shoulders. I resist. I insist. But after a long period talking to myself. I pull the trigger.



Totally a work of fiction.


Remember the nights? When we used to have fights?

There were awesome sights. Of watching you ignite.

After the arguments. We threw some amazing compliments.

With a candlelight. And some wine to delight.


Remember the days? We spent lying on barrels of hay?

In the backyard barn. Talking in the silence and calm.

Dreaming of a future. With god knows how many bloopers.

Living in Prague. With you writing beautiful blogs.


Remember the rain? The day we got off the train?

Back in New York. And we went to Central Park.

We missed our flight. But you kissed me with delight.

We stayed for one more day. The entire time in a cafe.


Remember the snow? We spent smoking tobacco?

A long, long time ago. In the streets of Moscow.

You said vodka is the best. And i said that's far-fetched.

We smoked a few more puffs. And figured it was enough.


Those were fun times. With tequila and limes.

Some extra spicy chicken. And stories of Charles Dickens.

For all the times we fought. And all the selfies with a pout.

And all the flowers that i bought. I am sorry i said Get Out.





Starts in the morning, With calm winds blowing.

Birds are chirping, And the sun is glowing.

Up in the sky, The planes fly high.

Down below, It’s hot or snow.

Sometimes it rains, Which captures the frame.

Kids going to school, And teenagers acting cool.

Mom and dad go to office, And their parents believe in prophets.

Someone gets a train, To explore what remains.

A street artist plays guitar, And the theatre gives yet another rising star.

And happy plucks flowers, While frustrated jumps from another tower.

The newly weds are walking, While someone drops into another coffin.

Babies are crying, While the politicians are spying.

Doctors are trying, And armies occupying.

With so much sighing, The sun starts dying.

The moonlight’s ominous, And the streets bustle in the metropolis.

People have dinner, And someone becomes a sinner.

It’s time for bed, And the farmer shuts his shed.

It all goes silent, And sleeps the violence.

But that’s not the end, As it all begins again.

People wonder if they have another choice?

But that’s the beauty of it, it’s called the circle of life.




London, 2016, It’s the middle of the night,

Me and my friends go out on the streets in the dead dreary night.

It’s snowing heavily and the streets are covered in mist,

From the corner of our eye we see a kiosk covered with lights.

We walk towards it with curiosity in our eyes,

And to our surprise the guy was selling chai.

With shivering cold rushing through our bones,

We ordered a glass each to make us feel close to our homes.

After the first sip we cringed and looked,

As everyone was disappointed with how awfully it was cooked.

We laughed about it later when we had chai in our usual place,

Discussing how thousands of miles gave it an average taste.


A 100 different languages and a thousand different accents and yet there is one thing in common. Connectivity. People connect on a daily basis with each other not just in their local vicinity but all across the world irrespective of their race, gender, caste, creed or religion. And yet words are the most lethal weapon there is. Among every language that is used on this planet English is the one thing that acts as our bridge language or the “lingua franca”. People who belong from places where english is not spoken on a daily basis let alone is necessary, learn and practice how to speak because they feel that it’ll make them feel more connected which is true by the way or maybe it has become an accepted reality at this point. But the beauty of language lies beyond the confines of English. The softness of Urdu or the cutthroat feeling of Spanish. The rigidity of Russian or the sexiness of Italian. The true beauty and connectivity lies in all these languages whether they are spoken by you or not. When you roam in the streets of Italy and hear the word “pizza” thats the very moment when you truly understand the emotion of pizza which can and is not conveyed by your local dominos or when a Russians talks about vodka, in that very moment you feel the intoxication that you will get induced with if you ever decide to consume said vodka. That’s where my point kicks in, all of these beautiful moments can and should be savoured(which they are sometimes) but instead lead up to unwanted violence, inherited racism and sexism and most importantly accent and origin superiority.


Ever wondered why we wage all these countless wars? Or why our so developed society is on the brink of collapse? We put the blame on others instead of going through our very own problems. We point fingers towards the other end of the spectrum instead of mending our own. When two countries collide with each other it’s not because of something that the prior did or something that the latter was victim of. It’s because of words that were exchanged between them that left a scar in their minds and hearts. Words are more sharp than the thorn of a rose. They can penetrate through something which is impenetrable by a .45. Words can kill they are most highly advanced and future proof weapon. More deadlier than an atomic bomb and they funny thing is everyone has equal and all rights to them and you definitely don’t need the second amendment to use them. A modern society is not one that has world dominance or is the origin of the lingua franca but is one that supports all sorts of immigration. That’s where true power lies. People tend to live in ghettos instead of merging into the society they opt and thats where the division begins and moving forward everything rips itself apart and the world starts burning. It’s good to have a bridge language and for us on earth it’s English but it’s even better to explore beyond the horizon every once in a while.

The world will be a much more joyous and happy place if we know how to turn this annihilating weapon into a canon that shoots rainbows, cats and unicorns. Free the world not by taking men’s lives but by taking their tongues(not literally). Don’t force someone into learning some language that they don’t want to. Don’t make them change the way they speak. Don’t tear them away from their origin and make them speak your language. As us human beings are more then capable of getting ourselves out of situations and always feel connected in our own way. We don’t need a change in our thoughts, personalities and how we see right and wrong based on the opinion of some other society.

“Sans Lingua Franca the world will be torn asunder and then it shall be free.” Which is true if you give it thought but isn’t necessary. Atleast for now.


*Inspired by Metal Gear and Hideo Kojima san.


generations.pngLet’s talk about generations today. It’s a funny word isn’t it? And yes i am talking about human generations and not the generations of iPhones. Duh. We’ve had so many people before us and so many are going to come after us so we, smart intellectual human beings coined them as our past and future “generations” and what happened then? Well the century long never ending debate of which generation is the best? Perfect! That’s all we wanted and asked for! The most famous taunt of the century is “ugh, you and your generation” that we get quite too often from our elders and is like music to my ears so i figured why not decide which generation is best?

Let me simply cut the chase and say it out loud in the very beginning itself the answer is OURS! And no i am not being biased. The answer is as follows. The previous generation so to speak has been through tough times. They didn’t have the beauty we know and enjoy in technology. They weren’t comfortable enough in public spaces and are simply to say quite reserved. They didn’t and don’t enjoy life as we do. They prefer not to travel by planes as they strongly believe that the particular plane they will fly in will definitely crash and not the million others that take flight on a daily basis. They didn’t drive BMW’s and Mercedes’s, IDIOTS. And for some reason they distance themselves from comfort and luxury but they always wanted a life filled with them! I mean how? What? Why? Old people man. Tough to understand. Yeah, one more thing even when it comes to pop culture these old bags are biased as all hell! They still believe Elvis Presley is the best singer/musician, that there is no one better than directing movies than Stanley Kubrick, Alfred Hitchcock and Ridley Scott(duly noted) and for some reason are stuck with Nixon’s presidency.  And oh my god believing all that is one thing but claiming that guitar is for kids and the real deal is an oboe is another! Oboe? SERIOUSLY? AN OBOE? What the hell is even an oboe? (exaggerated, obviously) But with all these problems they are still really awesome and we love them! But can someone please stuff this in their minds that being old doesn’t always mean that you are right everytime! But seriously love y’all to death. Salt on earth.

Step in to our generation. I said we are the best and let me tell you why. Because we are the only ones and luckily will be the only ones on this planet who acknowledge and admire the beauty of both sides. We are the only ones who firmly believe that best isn’t only what the present is providing us with. We love listening to EDM and all the other shit that plays today but still(on days) love to swing towards Elvis and Sinatra. We are the only ones understand and admire contemporary art but at the same time love the work of Picasso, Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci. We are the only ones that get flattered with the beauty of Christoper Nolan on screen and at the same time know that Kubrick and Spielberg were the original bad boys.  How can you say that Coldplay is bad man!? Grow up! Sorry i mean grow young. Also we are the only ones that want and love to work our assess of rather than being sitting ducks and enjoying (which we can totally do by the way).  And aside from all of this we are the only ones who have the capability and understanding of making decisions in both practical and emotional ways rather than just making them with the computing and thinking power of a potato. So yeah! so many positives! And before y’all get started of us being impulsive, reckless or disrespectful well, make one thing absolutely clear all of that begins from your side. And of course we are reckless have you never heard YOLO? My bad! You only live once(YOLO).

And the generation after us? Well, the less said about them the better. And yes i am being biased here but no they cannot win because we and the oldies feel the same about them and as i know majority wins! So yay! End of debate there.

So yes that was my absurd approach towards that topic which i 100% stand by, by the way. It’s ok fellas someone always has to win and someone always is the best in this case we are and always will be. Signing off.



Humans are a strange being. No one knows how we were created and what gave us life but accept the fact that Adam and Eve were the first human beings alive on this planet without showing much concern about who gave life to them. The funny thing though is that humanity was gifted with only one thing and that gift is your brain. The human brain is till day the most unpredictable and the most technologically advanced thing ever seen by humanity itself. But that’s not just the only thing humanity was gifted with, there is atleast one more thing and that thing is the ability to love. When these two things are combined in the right amount with the right mixture it creates a chain reaction that’s stronger than the confines of an atom bomb. We have excelled ourselves over the years and still try to 1up ourself and all of this was possible by the power of your brain. Your very own supercomputer. Now the actual question is that is it being used accordingly? Maybe. Maybe not. That’s tough to answer because theres no right or wrong when it comes to our very own thinking and mindsets. What Hitler did was in his right mind  but came up wrong for the rest of the world and that poor bastard is still paying for it whereas a mad scientist named Albert Einstein received a Nobel prize and the whole world remembers him and talks about his brilliance till date yet he was the one who basically handed us weapons of mass destruction in the form of nukes and lasers. And speaking of Einstein he once said “i know what weapons will be used in WW3 but WW4 will be fought with sticks and stones” which is known as one of the best philosophical quote but the truth is it was Einstein guilt and his regret than made him say that because even he couldn’t trust his own creation. Now tell me which one of these two is the “right” guy? For some Einstein may be while for the others Hitler will be and there are also those who either think both of them were right or both of them were wrong. The point is no one is wrong but at the same time no one is right. There is no one ultimate solution or answer. Just like a coin has two sides. It is for you to use your “gift” and figure it out and convince yourself why you feel so and then move on the world with your opinion and if you so strongly believe in it then convince people to follow that instead of fighting or pressurising them. Trust me everyone has that gift, God was kind enough to provide it to everyone so have faith in your gift and make it full of potential so that you can also be crowned as someone who has their name in the history books. Be famous or inFamous.


It took years and decades and centuries for people to figure out the true meaning of Michelangelo’s masterpiece “the creation of Adam” what back then was deduced as “God giving life to Adam” had such a deep meaning that it blew people’s minds when it’s true nature was figured. God was inside something that had the shape of the human brain that’s when it clicked to people that the actual meaning of the painting was much more than they thought. It was Michelangelo telling us that “true power comes from within our own mind” and that “consciousness is mankind’s true gift”. See? Even Michelangelo understood. Combine that with our ability to love and trust me there will be no wars, famines, poverty, racism and any other kind of differences in our species. My point is simple. The future is in your hands and the generation beyond you. But right now you are the future. So its upto you to picture and imagine a world that you want to live in and not for some “leader” to decide. You can make your own decisions and not wait for your President or King or Prime Minister to make decisions  for you. You can use all the money that you have to wage countless wars and kill millions of people or you can use it to put food on some needy’s table and educate a kid. You can use your weaponry to create mass destruction or you can spread the message of peace by surrendering them. You can rob, kill and torture people or you can educate yourself and be the peace keeper,   the watch dog of your own land. As the movie Interstellar said “love is the one thing that transcends time and space” make sure you love, love with the fullest potential of your heart and spread that love for your future generations to enjoy and appreciate. It’s upto you at this point to decide to live in a utopia or a dystopia.

God was smart huh? He gave us 2 most essential gifts but didn’t tell us how to use them.  Gave us our brain and didn’t tell us about the extreme depths it can take us to. Gave us the ability to love but didn’t teach us how to love.

Make this world your very own utopia. Live and let live. Spread the love and make sure others receive it. Think, create and adapt. And please if not for your own sake for the sake of the masterminds like Einstein, Newton, Hitler and all the others use your gifts and don’t give up on yourself and your bright side no matter what.





We all dream don’t we? And today of all days i had this this dream which i cannot define as to why i had or what was it. In simple words i can say it was the weirdest and the most scariest thing that i’ve ever seen till date which sent shivers down my spine and i really can’t get it out of my head. So i decided the best way to get it off my chest was to write about it. Lets begin now shall we?

Jump back to my childhood home. And to let you guys know a basic layout of the place i used to live in, i’ll describe that area a wee bit. It was a colony with a HUGE park at the center of it and god knows how many buildings and apartments. I used to live in a house which was in the corner of my lane and the way from the park to my house was pretty straight forward and short.

So. The dream begins and it’s just me and my friend walking through the park towards my house with no one to be seen and only silence to be heard. We don’t think of the situation as to being unusual and continue our march. Almost at the exit and the weather goes dark, like a huge storm is about to hit us. The best way for you to understand it is lets say the “grey” filter from the movies was applied to our surroundings. I look up and all i see is a sea of vultures flying over my head. And all of a sudden i hear a million dogs crying all at once. I look forward and i see Grim Reaper sulking into the corner as he was there only to make sure that i saw him and notice that he was hiding from my sight. For reasons unknown i don’t say anything and leave the park. At the gate of the park i turn around and tell my friend that “someone’s trying to kill me”. He looks at me, laughs and says “you are out of your mind. Shut up and enjoy the beautiful weather.” I just look back again and i see an old man with only half a face who has a huge rifle aimed at me. I duck down and run towards my street. My friend disappears and i see two snakes battling or playing and when i stop near them they just look and me and “hiss” as to they were trying to tell me something. I couldn’t get it so i ignore that and walk towards my house when suddenly a guy comes running towards me with a bucket of acid in his hands. My legs just stops responding so i duck down on that very spot. A couple minutes later i look up again and see that the man has disappeared and there a stray dog standing right there and barking at me with a volume so loud that it will tear my eardrums. I run towards my house and the dog just stands there barking. Right when i stop, take a breath and am happy that i am about to enter my house i see what appears to be atleast a dozen nuns all with bloodied knives and cleavers in their hands. I stop and look at them for a second and they just do the same. I start taking steps backwards and they start moving towards me. I get scared and i start increasing my pace but so do they. Scared and Panicked i fall down on my head running backwards and at that very moment i wake up. Scared. Breathing heavily and Sweating.

I know it’s nothing worth writing but it is a story after all. And the part that is bothering me the most is that i was scared and defenceless in my own dream. It felt like i was transported into some other reality or someone else’s dream who hates me. It’s just scary and uncomfortable at least to me so i figured maybe writing about it will make me not think about it anymore.

Anyway, thanks for reading something personal of mine.