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“How much of the world would you have possibly seen?” he asked the 19 year old.
Her gaze unflinching, her face cold and straight.
“Enough to have my heart opened to pain, enough to have it shut forever,” she replied.
There was more to her than a number, he realised.
She had stories to tell.
And stories could move mountains.


Why do we weep?

Why do we weep?
Why do we weep, for those we know don’t care?
Why do we weep, searching for solace in the darkness?

Searching for warmth, in the coldest of places.
Why do we hold on to false images?
Knowing truly there is no reality in all that we believe,
Why do we turn a blind eye to all that we clearly perceive.

Is the heart so obsessed with the world,
That it knows not what’s best for itself.
Does it not know, that the one that really needs it’s love, is itself.

Why do weep, for all that’s around,
when the only drops of tears should be shed for the weeping heart.
In despair and angst, turning it’s back on reality,
slowly drifting apart.

Learning of it’s insecurities, beating heavily,
reminding itself of it’s vulnerabilities.
Why do we weep, for those that least deserve such fierce emotions?
Those who learn to cut deep and walk away,
To mean things they never say.

Love, with all that you have.
Fall hard, fall for reality, fall for vulnerability,
Fall for insecurities, fall for scraped knees, and bleeding hearts.
Fall hard for all that you can touch and see,
and all that will leave more than scars on your identity.

Why do we weep?
Holding so much passion, love and anger,
feeling success and defeat, joy and sorrow.
Today may be over, but there’s always a fresh start.
We are all promised a tomorrow.

~ Sarah Thomas

Touching poem on Terrorism!

They are shedding tears, but I won’t write to wipe them,

Let the tears be your strength and I will write to fight them.

They lost their loved ones, but I won’t write to sympathise them,

Let the hatred be always in your eyes and I will write to incise them.

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They are shedding tears, but I won’t write to wipe them,

They lost their loved ones, but I won’t write to sympathise them.

They are threatened, but I won’t write to warm them,

They are horrified, but I won’t write to calm them.

Lives were washed away, under the sheets of bullets,

They pulled the trigger and terrorized them to the fullest.

Horrific wounds are buried under thick smoke of bomb,

while we just raise our voices on facebook dot com.

Furiously, the families were torn apart,

And a child asked them, “Don’t you have a Heart?”.

The world also cried, when flag of inhumanity was waved,

When the harmony of world and the peace were enslaved.

Death parcels fell from sky like present,

They killed innocents, “was this your intent?”.

To shoot his Dad, he was the one appointed,

While on other side, his mother was gunpointed.

This is…

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That Friday

I woke up from a deep sleep,
wiping the sand from my eyes.
Looking at signals going red and traffic halts.

The sky was dull, as though bearing in a tale.
Such a common sight for a peak hour Friday evening.
But it looked all so unfamiliar.

I did not belong here.
For the first time I felt like an alien in a strange city.
My mind belonged to the wild,
my heart to the sea.
Bearing tides and beasts within me.

-Sarah Thomas


We are the storms we face,
the tumultuous times we overcome.
We are the late night insecurities,
the characters on the outside that bring out the worst of us on the inside.
Curled up on the floor,
weeping at sunset, braving our demons while we fight with ourselves, not
knowing where evil really is.
Yet we are the ones, dancing after sunrise,
touched by the angels in the rays.
We are all that we hide from ourselves and the world,
the grey that we cover with tainted filters.
Projecting an array of colour and vivid hues.
We are what’s on the inside, cold and sore.

– Sarah Thomas

Strange Paradoxes

Human beings are strange creatures,
we smile in pain and cry when in joy.
We try to fill holes that people have left us with,
with excuses and hopes
not knowing some gaps are meant to be.
We try to live and love but end up,
merely existing…


Role of media in transnational communication

Something I had written long ago. Chanced upon it and thought I must share 🙂
Read on.

Man is born free; and everywhere he is in chains.
~Jean Jacques Rousseau

In today’s modern world, media plays the biggest role in communication. It is a sole medium that connects one part to another and bridges the gaps, be it between two countries internationally or between the government and the people on a national and local level. This however is just an overview or a superficial explanation of the role of media. It goes much beyond being a mediator. To understand the role of media in international communication, one must understand what international communication means.

International communication more commonly known as Global or transnational communication deals with communication across global borders. More specifically dealing with, as mentioned by several sources “government-to-government”, “business-to-business”, and “people-to-people” interactions at a global level.” With the advent of globalization and inter border relationships, it becomes highly essential that one country is aware of the situations and the happenings of another country they are associated with either politically or financially. And it becomes all the more essential that this information passes on to the grass root levels, that is the people. This article particularly deals with consumerism and the illusion of choice that the media has projected to the masses and how this has affected the mindset of the people, while simultaneously pointing out its role in other areas as well.

In a transnational, digital media landscape, governments can share information through traditional diplomatic means, but nations’ news systems are universal and can reach both governments and citizens. News can shape local and foreign opinions and therefore become part of the dynamics that affect the conduct of international relations. Small media houses are generally owned by bigger media houses who are owned by a huge company who would have vested interests and so their interests will be highlighted in the broadcast of media messages that are given out. This phenomenon that has taken place where media is owned by a few powerful companies has led to lesser authenticity in the news that is received. As no matter how much variety of channels one sees and he is made to think that he has a choice to choose what he wants. The truth of the matter is that they are all owned by one company who controls them, hence controls what you see. Media sector is characterized by global monopoly capitalism.

In the book ‘Manufacturing Consent’ by Chowmsky, it is clearly mentioned, “Since 1990, a wave of massive deals and rapid globalization have left the media industries further centralized in nine transnational conglomerates- Disney, AOL Time Warner, Viacom (owner of CBS), News Corporation, Bertelsmann, General Electric (owner of NBC), Sony, AT&T-Liberty Media, and Vivendi Universal. These giants own all the world’s major film studios, TV networks, and music companies, and a sizable fraction of the most important cable channels, cable systems, magazines, major-market TV stations, and book publishers. The largest, the recently merged AOL Time Warner, has integrated the leading Internet portal into the traditional media system. Another fifteen firms round out the system, meaning that two dozen firms control nearly the entirety of media experienced by most U.S. citizens.”

The most striking trend is the growing market power of a small number of firms. Research states that between 1983 and 1994 the number of global media companies fell from 50 to 20. This is not scary, what truly one must be scared of is a large percentage of media content is imported in the visual sector, hence how can one be sure of what is given to him. We are sold not just news but ‘cultures’, ‘trends’, ‘ideologies’, ‘lifestyles’. We are just given what they want us to receive; while we are made to think again by them that we have the freedom of choice. There is however no choice and definitely no freedom. Our minds have been colonized. Even in international politics the west has a greater hold in controlling the media. The top down flow of information the Naom Chowmsky specified can be used to understand the scenario.

The west sell the idea of being thin to women, and they themselves sell fastfood that contributes to obesity. Nobody reads between the lines, we take what they want us to. Now that the point of media being hypocritic in nature and being servile to a few in the corporate world and leaders of the current political set up, is made clear. It becomes extremely important to know what the role of media should be in global communication. Media must be a watch dog and provide credible authentic information that is unbiased and free of all pressures and controls. Media must help in empowerment and peace building. Instead of encouraging racism, communal disharmony, it must act wisely and do what will benefit the masses. The public must be told what truly exists and not what the super powers want them to know. The situation however looks bleak, when we talk about the media learning to follow its roles and responsibilities.

Freedom of choice may never exist, and no one will be able to curb what is happening but one must be aware of this anarchy in the global media. Only when you are aware of the things around will you be able to act wisely.


The Abyss Of The Mind

Through this photo series I have tried to capture the many aspects of loneliness – depression, anxiety, fear. The photos seek to look at a not so colourful world, devoid of meaning. A world most people are living in right now. And the truth is, it’s never on the outside, it’s always on the inside and that is what I have captured – the reflections of the mind.IMG_7660 copy

Let it go
As it all withers away.

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I’m watching my self
Watching through the gaps,
Secretly, just watching myself breakdown.

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I’ve waited long enough,
To meet my own self
Lost somewhere in the abyss of my mind.

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Can you look deeply?
Can you see my soul?

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The fear of yesterday scares me,
As I hold on to the walls,
Knowing as perfect as it was,
Nightmares don’t come with labels.

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Broken down,
Looking into the unknown
I’m waiting to fill that space
Yet I feel your presence,
I see your face.

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Let those thoughts gush.
A reflection of the mind.