Help

A cry for help

or help itself.

When the music stops.

When the shit hits the fan.

Amongst all chaos,

Who's going to be the man?

To carry us across

these uncharted lands.

When life has gone on a toss

nothing goes according to plan.

Facing a heavy loss.

Doing only what we can.

Integrity and courage were the cost,

for the family we became.

From the absurdist actions 

which should have been banned,

are the lives we loved the most

and the glory regained.

Criticism for the lost,

ironically has no aim.

The one who does the most

takes the entire blame.

The hurting heart asks,

"Is there an end to this pain?".

It is good to put in the effort

but it always goes in vain.

The eye of the beholder knows,

that all of you is strained.

What is help?

What would you tell?

A simple act

of charity?

A pact

to have

some clarity? 

A kind gesture?

Like brushing

your dog's fur?

Loving the ones

who don't deserve?

Saving the ones

without a nerve?

Is it a virtue

Or a vice?

Self sacrifice?

Anything nice?

Teaching someone how

to help themselves?

Humble enough to bow

when you realise

you have mistaken.

For what is

cannot be shaken.

Not interfering while

that person eventually

figures out.

Holding a smile.

Willfully.

Without a doubt.

Not believing

truly knowing.

We are only a part

of a bigger unit.

None of us

are a perfect fit.

Build the trust.

Only do what we can.

When given a chance.

We must.

The rest

seems out

of reach.

More practice,

less preach.

Giving a free ride.

To be by your side.

Lay out facts to decide.

Spell out rules to abide.

A sturdy shoulder for you to mourn.

A hand to lift you when you are down.

Catch all the curve balls that are thrown.

To see more details than what's shown.

Provide assistance in repayment of a loan.

Clothe and feed the poor.

Provide coherence when you are unsure. 

So you've been told.

A tale that was sold

of the yound and old,

the scared and the bold,

the hot and the cold,

the meek and the bold.

The brotherhood of man

cannot understand

the essence of the plan

to unfold the reprimand

of the common.

For all that is needed

will eventually be done.

Keep it a secret,

like an unholy bet.

This is the way to help,

onto others but first yourself.

The evolution of the logo for Jatadhaari

Jatadhaari is a service provider for people looking to make and maintain dreadlocks. The first logo was created in the year 2012 using photoshop. The shape language of triangle was used to design the character. An earthy colour pallete was chosen to represent the brand. The character is shown sitting with his legs crossed and lit from a light placed above the character.

The second logo was created in the year 2019. A few changes were made to the face and position of the character. The direction of source light was also changed from top to front.

The most recent design a lot of attention was given to the shape motif of the character while exaggerating the hands and fingers as they are used the most while making dreadlocks. The design was first drawn on paper after which it was traced and colours were added as shapes in illustrator. One can clearly see the improvement in design quality in the logo.

My pillow

My dear pillow,

I'm going to 

keep it mellow.

Here I go.

Living live people have hurled

words of betrayal and advice.

When the sun sets on the world

and darkness spreads over the skies.

When in blankets kids are furled,

I lay on my bed and close my eyes.

You soak in my stress after a long days work.

You lift my soul up when I'm stuck in the dirt.

You have witnessed of all my ups and downs.

You have been there while I smiled and frowned.

You have been a support to my heart when it aches.

You have always given me more than all it takes.

You heal my mind when it is tired.

You aid my brain get wired.

You give me dreams,

that nobody else sees.

You are so soft and steady.

You help me get ready

for what comes next.

You give my head a rest.

If you were put to a test,

I know you would be the best.

In your loving embrace when I breathe,

there is nothing in this eternity that I seek.

Spillage from a tainted heart

I am not a part of your dreams.

Don't even hear your silent screams.

I can't tell when you are lying.

I don't care if you are crying.

Don't want to know what you're doing.

Don't care about your feelings.

The prejudices living free of rent.

Eclipsed by my own judgement.

I find myself chained by my emotion.

In a world full of inaction.

Do words even mean anything?

Would it change something?

Does it even matter?

Is reality shaped like water?

When push came to shove.

If I told a human I love

that I hate them

and leave when they come.

Does that make me a better lover?

Would that give me more power?

over them?

Leaving behind breadcrumbs.

Would it change how I feel?

About me what it reveals?

What about love?

What does it do to a person?

What about the lack of it?

Love heals and hurts.

Love ignores and flirts.

Love can be chaotic and constant.

Love can be grateful and can repent.

Love is not all happiness.

It comes with a lot of sadness.

Love can feel angry.

Love can be sweet.

Love can be complicated

like this poem is completely twisted.

Love can be simple

like ABC is for people.

Love is all around.

for the ones who can see.

If you don't hear any sound.

Feel your heart beat.

Darkness best be expressed

Than keeping it repressed

Better out than in

emptying the trash bin

While reading this, if you heard my voice,

you might also know that this is my choice.

You are the exception

When all the rivers flow

into the great big ocean.

Backwaters show 

Its not always how it's done.

Is there a rose

that has no thorn?

Togetherness they chose

With the one withdrawn!

When everything

that felt right

begins to feel wrong!

Tell me 

if you would 

still hold on?

Learnt through

Experience?

You used to

be a fool.

There's always 

an exception

to every rule.

Like the Zodiac Killer

never brought to light.

Like a floor filler

that could not get it right.

Like a child's chiller

which is all bright.

Like a funny thriller

doesn't take place at night.

If everything were

perfectly fine.

This duty was nor

theirs or mine.

To have reached for 

the silver line.

To bring about true change.

How would you rearrange?

The list of priorities and desires.

Categories of the earnest and liars.

Life can't always be sunny,

but in a world run by money.

If you have dared

to be honest to yourself.

You have stared

at the beauty of love within yourself

and that love has shared

with you the courage to be yourself.

A peeping who?

 

Cardiac Chronicles

Come with me

on a journey

to places forgotten 

and forsaken.

Horizons of fear and love.

From down below to far above

and everything

in between.

It began as a harmless expression.

An affair I thought would be fun.

A glimpse of  belonging.

That ended with rejection.

The problem with feeling

is that you feel everything.

The good and the bad.

The happy and the sad.

The indifferent and the mad.

The time always moved on

but didn't take me along.

Yes, I felt love again,

this time without any pain.

It was innocent and pure.

About this I was so sure.

I didn't even realise

how the distance grew.

Crawled into my demise

a phase which was new.

Waited without action

for whatsoever response.

Lost all communication.

Was left with all my wants.

With all the DOs and the DON'Ts.

All the CANs and the CAN'Ts.

I followed my heart.

Became a little smart.

Met so many amazing souls.

Wished they made me whole.

Misunderstanding pity for, you know what.

Looking back I know I deserved what I got.

Each and 

everytime

Without reason

Or rhyme.

I gave 

and gave.

Hoping someone 

would stay.

Trapped in a dream

I made up in my mind.

In anger I screamed.

Pretending to be kind.

I didn't know the cause.

I didn't know the effect.

I just thought I was

being truly altruistic,

but that was

my selfishness.

More or less.

Driving me 

to the 

edge of insanity.

I craved and longed.

For a special bond.

A forever and beyond.

That which I never found.

Those that had to go, went so far.

I never saw them again.

I felt alone and went to a bar.

Drank to numb the pain.

Smoked to feel.

Did everything

but heal.

I didn't even know

that I needed to.

The highs and lows

got me through.

What is, doesn't easily show.

Hard to tell the fake from the true.

There were few patiently making me see 

everything I needed was always inside me.

I might have chased them away.

Maybe they were never meant to stay.

When I gave my heart like it was a buffet,

to ashes I was laid.

I let the tap run,

until the tank was dry.

When I needed some

I could only try.

Despite my dedication 

I failed Everytime.

About all that has been done

I write and write.

It's not a lot of fun

but a clue I might find.

To change an underlying pattern,

that will join the love lines.

I have a belief so strong,

that I will never loose what's mine.