Perspectives on ideas and the wild
Flowing through the pathof a forgotten ballad,I landed at one of the old townsof nostalgia, of dreamy past.Each house, a block of memorystood in ruins, trying to protectexistence of its past, its glory.The pillars trembling,like the trembling importanceof these moments, in my life.Colours fading, roofs falling,a pale departure.And at the twilight of these ruins,At the …
Gratitude hit my shoreslike the acknowledgement of a miracle.Amidst an adversity of survival;it brought the comfort of being alive.I feel grateful for the breath of mineand of all those I call mine; the blossoms of my life.I feel grateful for the colorful sight of my eyes,witnessing the presence of loved ones,I feel grateful for the …
आज तुम्हारी बोहोत याद आरही है।यूं तो प्यार हम तुमसे करते हैपर यह प्यार आज बोहोत सता रही है।कागज के इस पन्ने पर,शब्दों के कुछ आसू बिखेर दिए हैं,सुनना चाहोगे? सुनना चाहोगे इस आशिक दिल का इजहार?आज तुम्हारी बोहोत याद आरही है।चेहरे से मानो हशी मिट गई है,हशी की वजह जो तुम हो।यूं बेवजह , …
There are parched moments, when all we can do is nothing.Nothing I can do, possibly to reverse my parent's aging,the weathering away of love, a withering existence.A reluctant mute spectator of the world around me,is what I want to be, is what I am when the choice left for me is one; nothing.Nothing possibly will …
Some decisions can be tricky,often like a sudden gust of windno warning incoming or an adieu,and yet, it will sway your path to a new direction;set you on a bohemian journey.With vague veiled destinations,painful trails, sudden hurdles.Yet we survive, and so thus this journey.It builds an odyssey called life.With every decision, every secondour lives split …
Few crowds, we are trapped into.Few choices, we are forced into.The pause between our words and acts,is the bridge, between being a devil or saint.The crossroads of heaven and hell.We have to plunge over these hurdles,meander gently through the struggle.Like a river, remember our tryst with the sea.Probity is triumph, a nectar of purity.Sin is …
To ponder and gauge the text of this letter,Brings me a jittery fretful unease.Perhaps it will speak of unshed tears,the losing of love, a note of death.I wish to keep it unopened, to let the grief and sorrow, trapped inside the envelope.I fear to let loose, its words into our livesas a scent of gloom, …
Thoughts offshore my heartFew sailing towards,Few sailing away.Some I do remember,Some just numb existence.At times, I look through the prism,Perhaps searching for the dispersionof colours, of emotions.Fear, anger, happiness,sadness;the multitude of colours in one.Yet when I watch it over the blue sky,It's only the warmth of joy,I find from the rainbow.Thoughts offshore my heartFew sailing …
Phoolguri was drenched in monsoon rains. The furious wet winds had hit this lost corner that hid under a veil of invisibility. Struggling through the windy rain and darkness of the late evening, Jadhav was inspecting the railway line bisecting the road at Phoolguri railway crossing. Walking through muddy puddles of rain in his rubber boots, he …
Assume you are stuck inside a glass bubble vacuum inside, the apogee of emptiness. You call out for help,but none can hear, You scream in helplessness, punch the walls. Soon you learn the impossibility, face the truth. You try to sing yourself a tune, to calm; But you hear none, you are deaf to yourself. …