Friday 22 October 2021

Resurrection

The sky  descended upon the paddy fields, resurrecting the earth with a kiss from heaven.






Saturday 7 August 2021

Moving forward

They say, I should move on.

But I would rather move forward,

With your memories intact,

Till the end of my existence.

Monday 22 March 2021

Butterflies

All that is necessary  to bloom,

is already cocooned within our own selves.

No words or actions of others,

Can stop us from metamorphosing,

into butterflies.





Monday 8 March 2021

Luxury





Looking at the western sunlight of the setting Sun, I wonder, 
no matter how the day has been, 
this time of the evening never disappoints. 

Enjoying the daily show of the burning red Sun,
dipping behind the buildings,
from the luxury of the dining room,
I wonder, if this is all that I want.

Monday 18 January 2021

Be free

Be free,
like the air, the sunshine, the river.
Take a leap of faith, do not fear.
Great! If you are caught by someone.
Otherwise, get up on your own.

Do not be made invalid by pain.
Of loss or failure or rejection.
Try standing up on your feet.
For life to let you fairly treat.

Free your heart from expectations.
Do not be bound by limitations.
You can surely touch the sky.
Only if you would let yourself try.










 

Monday 11 January 2021

Continuous thoughts

 Thoughts come and go like flash of light, 

difficult to capture, like lightning crackling in the sky.

Sometimes, you don't even get its meaning,

words, ideas, phrases out of nowhere,evoking memories, faded with time.

They are like dreams that you can never remember ,

but always feel its mysterious effect in the morning.

Thoughts which jolt you out of reverie,

bringing meaning to the moment, giving way to clarity.

Sometimes confusing, sometimes empty,

Sometimes downright idiotic, sometimes just crazy.

Shards of brilliance at times, getting stuck in the brain,

beautiful, like butterflies, right in your face, but flying away.

If you succeed in lassoing them, they are the ones, 

which turn into pieces of beauty.

literature, inventions, discoveries.



Wednesday 6 January 2021

Rewinding

Resetting the clock of routine, in a village.

Rewinding, revisiting how it used to be.

Childhood memories springing up.

Refreshing walks amidst the fields.

The fragrant smell of wet mud.

Encountering the familiar but forgotten odors.

Greens, till the eyes can see, yellow of mustard like sunshine.

Tall symmetrically planted trees creating fascinating geometrical patterns.

The simple food made with utmost care and love.

Stray pups running in the narrow lanes.

Beautiful calves, staring curiously at the passersby. 

Life seems to slow down here, the traffic, the noise, nowhere.

Chirping of birds occasionally disturbed by the sound of tractors.

Time seems to pause here and conciousness of being, jerked forward.