Saturday, October 10, 2009
With closed eyes, I see this world clearly
I open them only to get blinded...
In still air, I hold my ground firm
I get carried away by the slightest breeze
With no road signs, I reach my destination right
I get lost reading those signs..
In total silence, I hear all that is unsaid
with every single word, I miss the sense of everything..
Sunday, March 15, 2009
IMHO, of all the things man has created for himself, this one has created more evil than good. It is irony that it was put together in the best of intentions to create a better life for each one of us. Many have tried in many different ways to create a path that would lead mankind to harmony. On the contrary, it has only divided us more and more.
Yes - in the name of "religion" we have fought many wars and still fighting, divided many a land, demolished cities and above all, lost millions of lives.
It is not by some random coincidence that all of us have exactly 23 pairs of chromosomes. We are all the same and created by the same God/force.
Atleast, the privileged of us, the so-called literates should understand and make people understand that "Religion is just a way of life and a path to guide us and not life itself".
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I am the day's wasted sunset
I am the kingdom's fallen king
I am the bird's broken wing
I am the dreamer's forgotten dream
I am the long winding road's dead end
I am the beggar's spilt milk
I am the boat's frozen lake
I am the fest's deserted cafe
I am the soul's emptiness
I am the lasting hope's despair
I am the journey's missing step
I am the freedom's final slave
I am the champion's final defeat
But still.. I go on like I am everything!
Indomitable spirit or just another loser who doesn't know?
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
In an abode of white purity
Dwelled the supreme creator;
Earnest in his next creation - the earth
With strokes of easy thought,
And abyssal imagination he drew
the first mountains and the first plains;
He spew the fires and rains,
thus formed the rivers and drains
Adorned he his pet creation
with a myriad of flowers and
crests of trees all over.
Semblance to heaven unmistaken,
For His brush was old
and the paint was white.
As an angel took aflight,
Fell his feather on His sight;
With this plume on His right,
He split the milky light.
Plumages of seven shades bright,
Emerged from this strifeful fight
And He painted his new child
with colours violet through red.
Dropped a silent hint,
whenever the sun and the rain
met unattended that showed!
Monday, January 26, 2009
Have you ever seen a bird's feather drift in the air? It rises up with every gust of air that propels it higher and higher. It sways in the middle, dances in the air and defies gravity by its weight - feather-weight. It is quite interesting to watch where it settles and how it leaves to its next waypoint without a mark. The fascinating aspect of this drift is that it lacks direction and you can never map the course of this journey. Not even the feather could.
Kids often catch hold of it and play with its freedom. But, the feather is never conquered. It shall merrily drift again. Only rain wears it down with its heaviness and stamps it on to the ground. The wounded feather loses itself and lies helplessly on the ground. During the sunny times, it scaled the tallest buildings, outlasted all of its conquerors and never stopped in hesitation. The pounding was a touch too heavy on the feather this time. Its wings were greased with pain and insecurities it never knew before. The feather believes all its sorrows and pain will be blown away by the winds of hope. It bides this phase lying in soltitude and hope.
And yes, the warmth of the sun and the strength of the winds drove the dark times away. With its rusty wings, the feather began its journey once again. The drifting was not easy anymore and neither graceful as before. But for the feather, these little misgivings did not bother anymore because it was doing what it loved the most..drifting. But by now, it sure knew the perils of rain and the powers of hope.
For me, this feather is nothing but the spirit.. the spirit of living!