My mind is lost
In the mystic land
The one I hear in yore
A legend that is now long gone!
My mind is lost
In the mystic land
The one I hear in yore
A legend that is now long gone!
I was taking a stroll from work back to home, one fine evening, when I noticed how much the season had changed. The fields which were white with knee deep snow a couple of weeks back were now dull green; the pathways which I got so much accustomed to seeing with muddy footprints of unknown travelers had lost its enigmatic self; the trees which were at death’s door were suddenly springing back to life as if by magic, the early flowers were a beautiful offering from the neighboring bare bushes; nature was countering herself in every possible way as if to prove a point!
In a world dogged
By paradigms set
By humans equally
Handicapped…
In a life marred
With paranoia
Self induced
And superstitions, self set…
The beautiful butterfly
Faltered and fell
Its wings broken
Drifting away…
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In undeniable rhapsody was I,
A blissful dreamland my life doted!
Hitherto imagined life had nothing beyond,
Until the tempest stepped in my life!
Some days just don’t happen to be
Yet another day in your calendar.
No matter how much they try,
It’s easy to uncover the veils
And admire the beauty they bring along.
That which is given
Purporting only to give
With no expectations
Will touch the soul
Much deeper than the same superior act
That is done for the own self
And with the intent of showing
Pity and sympathy!
That which is preached
Simply to preach
With no malice in words
Will emboss in the heart
Much stronger than words
Those teach the same fine things, with
An attempt to instill
Fear and contempt!
The rose withers,
The earth stinks!
A blissful heaven
Rots into hell!
The world spins around you
And turns into a maze!
Continue reading ‘Broken Heart’
When all things
Done and said;
When all romantic lines
Used up;
When both have been
Through all chaos;
When life decides to
Leave behind stretch marks;
Continue reading ‘And Love Lingers On…’
“Come on Shiela, our son’s playing!“ Kumar was ecstatic jumping with joy watching the idiot box in their new flat.
The Kumar’s had just moved to the locality; shifting to a comfortable three bedroom apartment, a great relief from the dark and dingy single bedroom flat where they had lived for twenty long years! All thanks to their son Vijay!