A story where one kid’s sacrifice means another’s gain in this world. I hope, by reading this, some kind of balance is seen about the way the world works!
“What is it mommy?“ Ivan came running from his hiding place after hearing his mother shouting his name for the seventh time. He had toyed with her enough. Now he badly needed a cuddle.
“Look over there Ivan“ Darya pointed to a small crowd that had gathered in the market square as she gathered him in her arms and lifted him to show something beyond the serpentine queue.
Continue reading “The Taste of True Faith”
This life of ours is like a log of wood burning in the star that is the true spirit of everyone
I stood by the ancient fire
One that the souls endure
Neither quelled, nor quenched
With a pang, my heart wrenched.
Started with a benign fondle
Sparked by a Love so pure
Oh ye mother, who stayed strong
How could your ember go so wrong?
Continue reading “A Log on Fire”
I stood in front of a little wooden box
Mellow at first touch,
And coarse by the next
Curious, I slid open its crest.
It had two pairs of glasses
One rimmed with a golden frame
The other all rotten and rust
I decided, that try them I must.
Continue reading “The Perfect Vision”
The whole world seems to be winding down to a cacophony of sorts. We’ve lost a lot of coherence and people are heading into oblivion. I wrote this to remind us of our better times, to help rethink our priorities as a society and to reiterate where we will always stand!
When the great minds of my times proclaimed “its time for us to colonize other planets”, the question raging in my mind was “why are we not there yet“? But now considering how “truly advanced” we’re, the only thing that I am pondering about is “how are we still here… and surviving?”
Continue reading “Stepstones to Nowhere”
Is nature simply a reflection of the thoughts in our mind? Then how is it possible that two people look at the same object and yet come up with views so differently? Something that I tried to translate when watching a blooming flower
From the barren land
Will rise a Kingdom
Where this story shall be told.
A small fortress of green
Shall sprout from nowhere
Holding a spirit divine.
Continue reading “The Flower”
Isn’t it fitting that it takes a heart to balance the rhythm of life and love to make some sense of our existence? Here are my thoughts which try to join the, rather, vague dots connecting love, life and that divine touch.
Here’s something that’s never going to make practical sense. The chink in our “survival armour”. The impractical solution that just exacerbated our every day problems. Thanks God!
Continue reading “A Touch of God”
We have a very strange history here on earth. For anything that we make, we seek ways to destroy. For all the heart breaks we suffer, we still long to love and do good. I was thinking what god would be thinking, looking at us. My thoughts here.
I wonder what god will have to say
While looking back at us
Will there be pride and joy?
Or anguish and disdain?
Continue reading “Antonym”
A simple farewell post for my dear grand mom.
We often take too much for granted in life. Much time is lost in doing things and running around that we forget, not only the reason why we do them but also for whom we do it.
Continue reading “Angels In Our Midst”
An ode to a mystic land that lives in my memory. A place where I’ve never been to, nor ever will, but like any powerful idea it still dwells deep inside me as if I am a part of it from ages long ago!
My mind is lost
In the mystic land
The one I hear in yore
A legend that is now long gone!
Continue reading “Search For My Mystic Land”
A post written in a desperate attempt to give some voice to those little emotions quivering deep in my heart. If only I had the winds for my wings…
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!
Continue reading “A Change In The Seasons”