Making a Difference

We all live in a world which is changing in many ways with every single day that passes. Today, we have all reached a point where movements like “Zeitgeist” are gaining phenomenal popularity. The entire intention behind the formation of such a movement according to me is very much bona fide in nature, and why not? How many of us are ready to do one bit for the ones who are not as fortunate as we are? How many of us, are ready to share that knowledge which are parents thought we deserve? And then, at the end of it all, we all question the very presence of God almighty. It’s high time we woke up from our deep slumber and gave it a thought, god made us for a reason; we are here with an obligation not just to sustain ourselves but in fact, to do our bit and help sustain others.



If you think you have all it takes to help others, or if you have been looking for ways, through which you can make a difference to mankind, join us at, Make a Difference (MAD) and help us, help them. Yes, it’s high time you go MAD!

So if you want to be a part of this, mail me: kirti.blaze@gmail.com

Woman - Eternal

From the time you were born, newly innocent without scorn,
with the first air that touched your skin,
a fickle fortune came to begin.

Cradled as the fairer sex,
So Gentle and Uncomplex,
Societies labels against you pressed,
on your psyches, like a crest.

Choices you've made, battles you've fought,
your true instincts, never distort,
The world did keep on an even keel,
while you were strotting around on your stiletto heels.

Education, Sports, Politics,
Your babies bottles would never conflict,
You took everything to your heart,
Making for yourself, each day,
A brand new start.

You are the Women, We Hear you Roar,
Soft as petals, yet Hard Core!
You are the Earth,
your tears are the rain,
And most importantly, your Love, is the greatest Gift,
Any Man Can Gain.

Like the petals of a flower ready to shrivel,
at the touch of anything but not of its own
but the flower has to bloom
the other will reach beauty and wither away with duty
And the budding tendril waiting to untwine from the shrivel of umbiliciwill
live each chapter blossoming and knowing its fate to
surrender to incarnation of part and parcel such is
the mother of a son,as is she to her own.