NK's World

        "Folks Augment- your lens" The earthlings vary, as do their lenses. At every moment, each wears a kind of lens To catch a glimpse of distinct phases in their lives. This glimpse remains unvaried through time From the rise of mankind till the nonce Is the lens worn only to see what we see? Do they not show you something? Yes, mine does. It holds the worldly power, moulding life to its needs, The ability to bring illusions to facts, That can swap the place of Zion and Sheol. But many lack the potency to wear them.

            "A dad's steadfast aura " The man who smiles at my delight And feels misery while I am in it The moment I meet him, his heart beats Beats only at joy, the joy of my sight The conflicts he faces are nowhere As they are left behind for love His love extends like the ocean that can engulf me But he, like Poseidon, won't allow me to We look alike but were born in distant times Even the mighty time couldn't discrete us Since we are the conjoined twins of the time I am the Sun to him and he constantly orbits around me And guards me from all evil eyes From dawn until my dusk.

             To the Sister of Mine... To the sister of mine. Who stayed beside me for years I could remember well, the giggles we had The thoughts we shared and struggles we had Life drove us into many plights Our tireless fights comes to my mind Looking back now it makes me laugh After all it couldn't break our bond The bond, ordained by the God  I wish we had shared the same womb. To the sister of mine, to whom I write this.

           "The unstoppable grit" The runners are ready and tightened. Now I come to the shore where the sun glazes upon me. The track is full of sand, and the air scents salty. Beyond lies my destination far away. It seemed harsh, and my mind told , "Do it." My legs took on the race, leaving behind every regret. In the journey, there were peaks and valleys. But they couldn't shake off my persistence. After reaching halfway, the struggle became more challenging. My legs started trembling, and my eyes looked back at the path. Turning my head forward 'against my will; I could see my destination getting closer. My lungs were about to explode, and I grasped more breath. To continue the course and finally achieve it.

                     Behind every Veils People often put on masks these days  To hide their emotions and motives.  The real one is concealed with different masks  And the feelings are left behind with it.  Considering the colossal use of masks,  the countenance shown before us cannot be justified Now there is a bafflement within ourselves  as to which masks to wear before each person  the mask that fiddles with our reality and persuades us into falseness and deception; Producing a set of actors who distort their own reality.

                 "The Shades of War" The country is illuminated with an emerald green painting In which the land is ravaged in the name of warfare Men in wave-green pattern move around the field Now everything is turned into brown shades They depict the turning of time; The time that ruins existence and survival There they hold weapons and artillery That massacre mankind over decades On the brown, there are splashes of blood Making the art puzzled with excess colors Unable to portray its concrete face.

                       The Almighty Am I alone? No, not at all. Oh Almighty, you lift me up. I don't fear backstabbers, as a shield protects my back. There is a mighty sword laying before me to vanquish my foes. He hides me in his cocoon that surrounds me, preparing me for a tough battle. Not only does he surround me, but he also resides in my inner shrine. Blessed are those who take him into their hearts. The liberator of our sins and provider of ecstasies. Is there anything more you could offer us? Is there anything I should fear? Is there anyone who could oppose me in your presence? How can I satisfy your desires with these feeble mortal hands? Tell me, Oh Almighty.

                  That's how he is... I walk through the road returning after heavy duty The path is teemed with extreme heat As I take a single footstep the sweat flows from my tip to toe My eyes searches for the white gateway that lies ahead  I open it with ecstasy and my heart dances in delight  Now I finally reach my destination not to rest But to gaze at someone who resemble my shadow  He escorts me wherever I go and now I finally meet him The moment he noticed my return, his legs took a quick run As if like a Pegasus, glided through the surface and embraced me.

               Muse - My divine specter  Who was that? The one who dove; into the dome Where my thoughts and sensations wander I hear a tender voice amongst the lingering memoirs - a woman's voice Her articulation seemed so intact like a chord Giving the same bliss of a specter's voice She talks in melody and her words flow  Throughout my body and the blood is enflamed with her words The hands and fingers that had been ceased to work Began composing with the voice of my divine specter.

                     Money matters Chapter 2: Mutual Funds: What are mutual funds? Some say they can earn you money, but how do they do it? Do they buy equities, shares, bonds, or any other kind of assets? Before delving into that, it is important to understand what mutual funds are and how they work. To comprehend this, consider a situation where you are planning to reach a specific destination. Before embarking on the journey, you need to know how to drive the car, the routes to take, and ensure your safety. However, if you face difficulties in reaching your destination, you would seek out a car or other mode of transportation, shifting the responsibility of reaching the spot to an expert who has agreed to take you there. Mutual funds collect funds from investors and entrust them to financial experts who understand the market well, preventing losses for their customers. This can be a better option for those looking to invest with minimal risk. However, readers may wonder about the ri

                  Money matters Chapter 1: The concept of Money: What is Money? People have their perspectives and opinions on this question. The truth is it's just a  printed paper. They may argue that happiness comes from it, which is a common misconception that has prevailed in this world for decades. Many individuals strive and work for it their entire lives, and some succeed while others fail. Before the introduction of printed money, the barter system prevailed. Due to the increase in people's desires, they chose to prefer money because of its sole benefit to them. The ultimate force of desire drives people into making decisions that could turn their lives into a mess. I always remember my uncle's saying, 'The loss of one turns out to be a gain for the other'. Taking this quote into consideration, it is not surprising that most of them fail in making money. In this world, there are billions of professions and works that people do, but all their purposes revolv

            The Anchor for my Malaise The storm dances outside while my heart dances in distress Sitting in the nook of a room walled in darkness  I feel flustered and dejected with my hands and legs shivering A ray of light passes through the lunette flashing  But still, there isn't a blaze within me My heart in isolation aches and pleads for aid  All Alone, there lies a mirror in the front  A shadow leaps in from it resembling me My eyes stuck on, I see a bougie wielded in its hand Seducing my heart to serenity and finally nearing me It said 'I will be your anchor in the storm'.

  Political abuses in Sandeshkhali Sandeshkhali is a village in the North 24 Parganas district of West Bengal, India. This village is under the control of Trinamool Congress (TMC) leader Sheikh Shahjahan and his two aides, Uttam Sardar and Shiboprasad Hazra. The residents of this village have reported to the media about the power harassment carried out by the leader and his aides. In Sandeshkhali, agriculture and fisheries are the main occupations carried out by the people for their livelihood. Having humble beginnings, Sheikh Shahjahan gained power through Trinamool Congress and started ruling the village. Many properties and hundreds of acres of land have been grabbed from the villagers and landowners. The villagers who leased the land for a lump sum amount to Sheikh Shahjahan and his aides were not paid back. He has also been accused of carrying out sexual assaults against many women in the village, especially near their party office. A woman has filed a complaint against him with t

                  Luck and Risk This content is based on what I read from the book called 'The psychology of money' written by Morgan Housel. In our lives, there are two possible outcomes called luck and risk, especially in finance. Luck and risk are siblings mostly guided by forces rather than individual effort. There are a few examples that may prove this point. Bill Gates, a well-known American businessman, investor, and writer, created Microsoft, the largest vendor of computer software in the world, along with his childhood classmate Paul Allen. Both were so obsessed with computers that they decided to start a computer company and turned their vision into reality. However, there is something I would like to share with you. Has anyone heard of Kent Evans? He was as skilled as the Microsoft legends and, unlike Paul Allen, Kent Adams had a bigger dream and a business mind. He could have become one of the founding partners of Microsoft but eventually died in a mountaineering ac

                    Oh My Mother!! Oh, my Mother! You are the refuge for us  You are a bliss for many downhearted people  You are a reliable muse for many pen-holders  You are the mother of all creations A mother of all who remains unbigoted towards her infants  You provide us with comforts and hold us among many plights Yet the desire of your children exploits you They are onto power and pride And wrack you for your selfless love Your breath has become distorted  Your tears have been dried up Your strands of hair are being plucked  But you continue pouring your selfless love And they still run on ravaging you What do we deserve for your profound love? Tell me mother. Oh, my mother!!   Dear viewers. Please read this poem and give your opinions and thoughts on the below comments section.                                   Thank you

               A Man in the Woods Upon the woods, here comes the man In search of a flower, roaming around Light from the sun reaches the ground Falling on a lady Jasmine eventually found Making her claim to be mine The flower with two eyes, ears, and dimples Elongated with supportive stems Forming the image of a young lady To whom she appears too gaudy The sight brings him a heavenly shower Because after much time comes to meet his lover.      Hello viewers. This is my first poem and my first blog. I would like you to read it and give your reviews and opinions on it in the comment section.                      THANK YOU