A Believer

Me a speck of dust insignificant particle  May be a believer or  may be not…. Yet here I am…, here I am with topaz rays of the glorious Sun on my  malformed face. Azure brook flowing gently through my blistered feet. Fluttering of crushed leaves, music to  mine ears. Buzzing of bees, melody of  fallen florets. …

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A Wind’s Tale

Started at 3 pm to look for morality, Hours minutes pass by, Walking waiting sleeping But road to morality seemed long On the curvy path few are busy, Some in slumber, some don’t  really care… My guardian angel texted ” do not disturb” Keep on marching, keep on trudging  Perhaps one must ask what is …

Divinier

Today a melancholic evening ,  I decided to take a walk in pristine white snows wearing  gloomy leather boats trudging heavily on  eerie icy paths leaving  behind a place once called home   While on way, I am met by a withered skeletal   tree standing his  ground despite the havocs  caused by ice and water  waving at me with his trembling Parkinson’s  branches,  …

Shooting Star

The day  I pass on and become a shooting- star, disintegrat into million  dazzling particles   Think of me an anonymous vision  who came and went on   A mundane dream who lived well and  relished all the bounties    An unveiled phantom who roamed the narrow aching streets as the northern lights,   A faint …

The Loveliest Soul Of All!

One fine day, the prophet of love summoned his four apostles to bring forth, the most lovable soul, the emissaries laughed for bestowing upon the task so basal” how difficult it would be?” Grinned the one with an air of disdain but with the task in hand and the urgency of the prophet, the four proponents …

Cacophony Of Sounds

Silence fills you like nothing else a need, an addiction a compulsion Let the seconds, minutes, hours  be infused with-quietness  draw the blinds of heart rejoice in tranquility of poise contractions stillness of fleeting moments freeze the much pervasive solitude  pause the endless cacophony  of incoherent sounds, of million thoughts.  Let our hearts become the …

The Prophet

Met a wise man once, Not a chiseled, silver beard monk, But a weathered limping man. A prophet he started to narrate a tale, Not a saga of god and ablutions Nor sordid scripture of poverty around Standing majestic on the banks of holy river He whispered softly in my ears listen to the melody …

God Sees

We are all together in the, journey of life, some are one  step ahead, few one step behind, paths may be different but the destination all similar. The God above sees everything but waits patiently for our turns.  

Final Liberation

The exquisite hope diamond ring that was tightly wrapped around my shaking finger, is it enough to keep me chained or do you think I stayed for a few golden jewels? You can very well tie me with the,shackles of your heart’s desire and lock my yearnings in an embellished magical lamp and seal it …

Old Oak Tree

From my heart extends  the dark dry branches, trying to ooze their thin heads out, longing to embrace the old oak tree standing alone. Patiently waiting for the winds of autumn to strip him naked, before he goes for a long hibernation in the silvery snow flakes. The branches of my heart eager to  coil around his …