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The Lost Yard of Bluegrass Leaves

I could still see it in the map of my mind There were big and great watermelons growing in the clouds And when it rains, it seems like blood rain Excepting the presence of seeds I dug the ground and rescued the scarlet pink pixie And found a world of mulberries 'neath And then me and nephew John sat by the pier fishing for angry sharks And popping them mulberries by the orange sunset And then John gasped in horror For we did not catch a shark But a big and great green sea dragon He was 85 feet wide And 65 feet tall And he looked at us and grinned Flashing, surprisingly pearly white teeth John approached and touched the dragon's tail And POOF, the dragon disappeared into the maroon rain Then we headed to the field of stones And no longer did we see any bluegrass leaves The blueness was dyed into the redness of the rain And no longer the yard of blue leaves did remain Heartbroken, nephew John and I went to our yellow cottage near the brook I didn't prepa

Everyone has a right to live. Should there also be a right to die?

The question cannot be answered directly with a yes or no as it is subjective to different cases. However, we can proceed to discuss it. To begin with, let us understand the concept of mercy killing or euthanasia. Derived from the Greek word "euthanatos", it stands for "good death"; which refers to the practice of ending a life in a painless manner. The term can be further classified into voluntary or involuntary euthanasia based on the consent of the person. Further, active euthanasia refers to death with legal injection and passive which means withdrawal of life support systems. Let's now look at the history of mercy killing. In 1997, the state of Oregon (US), passed the "Death with Dignity" Act allowing patients to inject lethal injections themselves. And, in 2002 the Dutch Parliament became the first country to legalize euthanasia. However, euthanasia is still practised in countries depending on the circumstances leading to the request. In Columb

The really mango mango!

Today I ate a mango. An everyday thing to do when you are a mango addict living in Mumbai and the season for mangoes is fast fading. You'd think this would be a mindless activity, something you do while watching a stupid serial about perfect bahus. (well, atleast in my case) (I was bored.) But, it wasn't. On the other hand, as dramatic as it may sound, this mundane act of eating a simple mango (actually it was pretty awesome) was a great philosophical epiphany for me. When I was done with the fars(you won't understand these terms unless you are Sindhi), I moved on the the core. I got so into it I realised there was no mango left to eat. Scraped clean I got the idea to break it open. Something I vaguely remember doing when I was younger. Breaking it open was easy, as unlike alphonso mangoes the core of this mango variety was more open-able. Opening it, I was presented with this huge, ugly, weird coloured seed. It was a dicot seed and when I saw it I felt like I already

"Gone With The Wind" inspired poem-ish thing.

The sound of the rain is so overwhelming I feel like I could drown myself in the sound Unseen, unheard, unspoken, and unknown Tears and rain joining in a divine union More rain, more tears, more heart More soul with every drop falling to the Earth Heart breaking with every heartbeat Miles reducing with every heavy step of my feet The world is drenched in water, water everywhere Nothing but the sound, the beauty The smell of the downpour Nothing but the cold, the so very cold cold 97 days gone by without a single word 97 and more shall continue to pass still They say silence speaks louder than words I guess my silence wasn't loud enough I am; what I am and nobody else             who I am made out to be in your eyes             who I am made out to be in my eyes             whatever I want to be             what I am in being what I can             who I see, I am who I know, I am who I feel             what I used to be, and what I never was             who y