A morning comes with its new light thousands of things start afresh and by the time, the darkness falls its time for all things to end The starting is full of joy the ending always forgotten but why, i ask, is the ending so tough like burning in the hot sun
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It will too turn to dust
Someday’s back, when i was half awake on a hot summer afternoon, I wrote on the wall beside my bed, “And someday it will, too, turn to dust. These words. This wall. Everything.” Today staring at the same thing, i wrote some lines And one day, this will too turn to dust This white wall,…
Continue ReadingIsland : An interesting Society
Something about the way things are around me, seems to nag me always. Society as i see it, seems so imperfect. Its hard to believe it exists. I write about it frequently. But mostly i used to point out the issues. I did not have an answer. I still do not have an answer on…
Continue ReadingWe, the people : Divided and United
We, the people. We, who are more divided, than united. United by the race, by the religion, or by the caste and yet these are also the dividing factor, which weighs down more upon us. We have not tried to live for improving our life, but rather for matching and bettering the neighbour’s life. The…
Continue ReadingA single soul
We were but a single soul Fluttering away, to a world so high Up and Up and Higher we went Until, at last, the end was nigh I could hear your heart beating in me I could listen your speaking with mine And yet the thoughts were, but distant Separated by space, and not by…
Continue ReadingIndependent: Then why still fighting?
Today is Our Independence Day. India’s Independence Day. 62 years back, this very day, we got our independence from the British. Yet we are still not really free. We are bound by Land, by territory. I am not so well versed with the politics, and country related stuff, but still a small crazy thought floats…
Continue ReadingSolitude
I stand here … In the Rain … Solitude piercing me … Is it raindrops or just my tears, wetting my face … I have no idea … There was a time … When the sky was bright There was a time … When there was light … An aura of expectation of what today…
Continue ReadingUnderstanding Spirituality
Lately I have tried to get a essence of spirituality as I feel it. One idea that was quite captivating was that of a glass or a cup. Spirituality for me has become like a cup with unlimited capacity. Whenever I do anything at all, from waking up in the morning to thinking some strange…
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Inspite of all the things I see A shroud, a kind of veil covers my eye Yeah it all seems so happy, so true Still I want to kiss it Goodbye For through a slit inside the veil The darkness does enter my sight And so it travels from sight to should And leaves behind…
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It rained all day, and it rained more Like it was the final night The dams were almost struggling To keep up with the water’s might And the wind too howled as if pricked in the heart There was anguish, perhaps despair The end wasn’t near, as was the start
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