Before The Flood - The Earth Needs Us (To

The worst thing that this world will tell you and that you have told yourself is, "be practical ", "relax".
If human race had been so practical we wouldn't have led our planet to destruction , we wouldn't have manufactured wars , we wouldn't have burnt our daughters and wives at stake , we wouldn't have recklessly fostered greed among our selves chasing money and destroying the earth.
We wouldn't have fed our children with our own fears and incapabilities to date and dream and achieve and believe that what seems a fairytale , is possible .
Fight for the fairytale , it does exist .
If anyone believes , thinks that the mess of our generation can be cleaned , the earth can be saved , the humanity be restored then YES it can ! And it must !
For we are the change.
And relaxing isn't a way to escape , the more we relax the more our children will choke in the smoke of our sins .


Rise , shine , be a kid , mad , passionate , clean .... work hard to leave a better imprint on this world , a clean imprint , spread love and spread life , a voice is enough , an action more than enough . But lets act, lets dream and hope .
For that's the legacy our children deserve !

#nocarbonfootprint
#sorrytopollute #sorrytoearth #ambikawrites #letstalkchange #climatechange #beforetheflood #letscatchdreams #wearethechange #earth #nature #writer #writeupsandblunts #wordsodinstagram #staymad #letsinspire #write #words #action #environment 

I Sung You Like A Verse

I sung you like a verse from a forgotten poem , 
Like a stroke of brush from a faded canvas , 
Like a touch of life in a weathered sculpture , 
Mentioned you like a sacred prayer ...

In the eyes that said a thousand words , 
In the smile that hid the secrets unknown , 
In the hands that held a crisp stone , 
In those seconds , 
I sung you like a verse from a forgotten poem .

I know you saw the sunlight on my face , 
I know you saw my closed eyes as I prayed in oblivion , 
I know you saw the tears that flooded my eyes , 
I saw you stealing me ...
I saw your eyes betraying you .
That's when I sung you like a verse from a forgotten poem .

Do you do these things usually ? 
Do you warm up a cold heart , 
Do you write and conjure words for yourself , 
Do you protect what you deem to be yours , 
Do you let others sing you ...like a verse from a forgotten poem ?

Like air , all pervasive , free , pure , 
I saw you heal me , 
I saw you covering me , 
I saw you holding my baggage while I flew amidst the clouds , 
I saw you letting me play while you watched , 
For all this , for all that , for all it felt ...

-Athena (Ambika) 

The Wrinkled True Love

To all the parents growing old and to the grandparents preparing to be born again. Coz well !  I believe in reincarnation.

“Let me take your wrinkled hands ,
To see the sands of time settled in those crevices,

Let me wipe the corner of your eyes ,
that ooze the light that has long shone over the horizon,

Let me tell you the end of every story you have ever told me
    “There is no better teacher than time
      And no better lesson than failure”

And also let me plead with my little hands ,
DON’T LET YOUR LESSONS BECOME MY COMMANDMENTS ”

©Athena

Selfless Creators

I love those content smiling blissful faces ,
A soldier’s fight to serve a nation that may not even thank him,
A musician’s play with his music unmindful of who hears or not,
A painter’s imagination painted in colors oblivious to the eyes who may or may not see beauty in it ,
A writer’s bleeding pen which pours over paper and dances with his heartbeats irrespective of who reads it and who doesn’t,
A dancer’s moving limbs spreading grace and energy unmindful of flaws and techniques ,

And the whole sham world which categorizes, classifies , quantifies and qualifies their art may as well go to a laboratory and trust me … trust me !
Even there they shall not find shrewd quantities and degrees , neither the unmindful boasting ,
JUST PURE UNADULTERATED FREE FLOWING HUMAN GENIUS SEEKING NO AWARDS
‪#‎Athena‬
p.s -You know what is purpose and humility ?
When an artist derives bliss by just playing his instrument or drawing a painting and the accolades that come along are never ever important and neither do they seek it .

“Karmanye Vadhikaraste, Ma phaleshou kada chana,

Ma Karma Phala Hetur Bhurmatey Sangostva Akarmani”

THE LUCKY BASTARD

THE LUCKY BASTARD
© ATHENA
LUCKY BASTARD
Its a small world out there,
A small world just tangled in million threads ,
The threads of destiny , of ego , of hatred , of mere oblivion ...
And we the various knots in the threads ...
As we walk upon the face of the earth,
We entangle ourselves more and more ...
Entangled in notions preconceived,
Entangled in responsibilities we heed,
Entangled in our Instincts of mere lust and attraction ,
Entangled in chase of desperation ,
They say detachment gives happiness ,
They say desires breed all pain ,
But doesn't a corpse lie there fully detached ...
Devoid of pain , devoid of pleasure ...
Devoid of desire , devoid of treasure...
Let there be freedom in these knots ,
Let there be attachment to souls ,
Let there be detachment from the anger , hatred and ego that the world throws at you ,
Let there be freedom ...
To follow ur dreams ,
To just act in the spur of the moment ,
To write a letter to a person unknown ,
To forget the notions of shallow morality ,
To embrace the sense of spirituality,
To get a poem from someone ,
To completely lose oneself for a second ,
To feel as if the world has stopped ..
To let there be two smiles while the two people depart ...
To may be ...
Just may be ...
Be that lucky bastard !
 © Athena
1:02 am (6-06-2015)