Saturday, February 18, 2012

Quintessentially human

Every whiff of air
Breezes with flair
About the human affair
That has become a funfair.
Quintessentially human
As proverbial children
We allow blazing greed
To sway us away with blatant lies.
Short-lived moments of joy,
Is but a trail covered with brown leaves
And, ashes of ignominy soils the soul
With greed breeds the clutching terror
We die a death scarier, the fated tale of many.

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Monday, February 13, 2012


Silence reigns.
I let my mind
Play in the rain.

My thoughts are wet
Dripping down my soul.

It is cold
It is cold
The skin cries in vain

My mind plays in the rain
I the soul, loses all the stains.

I the soul, and mind,
In highest contemplation
In nothingness I become but everything.

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Tuesday, February 07, 2012


A single eye in the night sky, the enchantress
Surrounded by scattered sparkling joys
The starry night conquers my soul
This night I evaporate my aspirations in her beauty,
and I am one with all.

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...and we call this a modern world!!

Musty air of sadness
Pervades the atmosphere
Gloomy faces, tears trickling
Today’s meal is only parched rice!!

Hunger is certain
Will the little ones understand?

Amber still burning
Will continue till morning
B'coz the cold of the night
Is the blanket they wear tight!!

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Monday, February 06, 2012


Between the trees and thorny bushes
This road is all I have to drag my feet all along.
I halt at every few steps at the sound of wind
But, it is my own breathing I hear more and more
Telling me the truth of lies that I am breathing unsettled
And the murky mind let itself trapped in the cyclic rotation.
The road appears far and narrow with the clouded atmosphere
I am not settled with the world outside, never ever
I know I am but me, the silence beyond quietness
The oneness without a second 
Yet turning towards me is the hardest of all, as,
the whimsical tones of senses play hide and seek with me
And, the shadows remain real.

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