The river goes on...

 Letting itself in tireless flow

The river goes by through numerous bends

Soothing the rocks and grasses all along

The fishes and the roots of the trees

Washing the dirt and the mire the same

A moment it waits not,

Bounded with wisdom

Selflessly it goes on

Taking praises and garbage

With utmost equilibrium ,

Life manifested the secret non-stop

Of acceptance and of letting go,

Until the mergence with the beloved ocean

The river goes by letting itself to a continuous flow.

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Time steals but not all

Rusted emotion pervades the air

Bringing forth places and people

From the time lost in space

Again, into the realm of thoughts.

Though time cuts asunder everything

Veil of delusion is the hardest to extirpate

The road-map it builds in the air

Reaching the shore where the soul rests.

For each thought that renders a man alive

There is a shadow which trails it non-stop

Because the law speaks only from the shadow

Each action reverberates even through the rust.

Here I am standing in this journey called life

The same place which holds my soul intact

And my memories in strong bonds glued hard

To name an identity for a non-existent me.

When the gate of eternity opens wide

And time stands still by my side

I wish I am ready to part with a ‘bye’

Leaving my memories in shallow flow.

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Ash of miseries

Remnants of fragmented memories

The untold cause of dire miseries

Like the day in seamless transition

Unto the night it takes the hours to,

These memories though unspoken of

Is but a pain,

A gnawing pain that haunts the jaunt

In fighting many still going on,

Concealing the pages that admitted defeat,

A cigar burns itself slowly

The metamorphosis ends in ash.

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A moment in the present

Contentment

With diffidence defiance

We achieve not the contentment,

But at the murder of the greed

Lying under the mask of withering generosity,

Contentment comes home, truly home.

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Goodbye my friend...we will meet someday

(To my blogger friend, Eric Valentine, who passed away on 19 March 2012)

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Knowing is not necessarily meeting

Meeting is not necessarily talking

Talking is not necessarily with words

Words are not necessarily be spoken.

This mind, a wondrous enigma

Playing a game so subtle and powerful

Merges swiftly with things of joy

Rejecting that which is painful.

A friend unknown yet well known

Through his writing so touching

And the best that I liked most

Is the one he wrote on ‘Life’s Carousel’.

Though geographically distanced

And we have never spoken nor met

There is in me all the while a great respect

I held for this man, b’coz despite the pain he wrote well.

Down deep I feel he is a wonderful soul ever-lived

Now he is gone, I am longing to see more of him

Alas!! This journey in time, warrants an end

Of everything that sprout and spread around.

It may be a divine play and a past time my Lord

But, we mortals hardly prepared to face this separation

The law is made and all is done

Oh Lord!! Please take care this friend of mine.

One day will definitely come

When I too shall shed this mortal coil

And, my friend if the divine will permits

We will meet in the misty eternity.

Nothing ends though the body is gone

Words written, thoughts enshrined

Shall follow me closer than my shadow

And at every turn I will always remember you.

I pray that in the heavenly garden you find the solace

With good care and love eternal embracing you all the time

This eternal journey has no stop

I believe every end is just another beginning.

Take care my friend. God Bless you.

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