When I will have nothing to talk about,
and no stories to share,
Will you be ready to listen to the silence.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Here I am
I am running away as
I am scared to share my words with you.
I am afraid to tell that I always longed for those listening ears.
I am running away as
I am scared of turning the fond memories into blots and scars.
I am afraid I still think of the bygone days.
I am running away as
I am scared to answer the thousand inquisitive eyes.
I am afraid I still want your pretense to remain invisible.
I am running away as
I am scared to spell out the long persisting anguish.
I am afraid I still don’t want to shatter your ego.
So here I am,
Moving away in search of a place
Where there won’t be any space for my fears
I will no more be running away and
My words will no long halt at the tip of my tongue.
I am scared to share my words with you.
I am afraid to tell that I always longed for those listening ears.
I am running away as
I am scared of turning the fond memories into blots and scars.
I am afraid I still think of the bygone days.
I am running away as
I am scared to answer the thousand inquisitive eyes.
I am afraid I still want your pretense to remain invisible.
I am running away as
I am scared to spell out the long persisting anguish.
I am afraid I still don’t want to shatter your ego.
So here I am,
Moving away in search of a place
Where there won’t be any space for my fears
I will no more be running away and
My words will no long halt at the tip of my tongue.
Monday, April 5, 2010
The Inconvinient wall
Thus it was named as the inconvenient wall.
The wall of my ‘discomforts’ and your ‘desires,’
My ‘own meanings’ and your ‘perceptions’
My ‘conditions’ and your ‘conditioning’.
I wonder if it is truly a wall or
The sole search for our own spaces.
The wall of my ‘discomforts’ and your ‘desires,’
My ‘own meanings’ and your ‘perceptions’
My ‘conditions’ and your ‘conditioning’.
I wonder if it is truly a wall or
The sole search for our own spaces.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Love and Eternity
Tree asked the little bird to go to sleep
As it feared that the bird might fly away...
never to come back again.
But the little bird said,
‘My dear tree, forget sleep, I won’t even close my eyes,
for I can’t afford to lose sight of you...
not even for fraction of a second.’
As it feared that the bird might fly away...
never to come back again.
But the little bird said,
‘My dear tree, forget sleep, I won’t even close my eyes,
for I can’t afford to lose sight of you...
not even for fraction of a second.’
Friday, March 12, 2010
Again in the Silence
Again in the silence,
I am looking for solitude,
And what are you looking for?
I am sure you are waiting for the truth to be uttered,
The truth behind long persisting silence.
I am looking for solitude,
And what are you looking for?
I am sure you are waiting for the truth to be uttered,
The truth behind long persisting silence.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
The Magical Abyss
It was like falling in an abyss.
All efforts to come out were going in vain.
There was silence all around but no solitude.
Finally when I came out, it was as if i had the wings
of a bird freed from a cage.
I started flying in the noices around me,
but within me there was a stillness
and it taught me the nuances of silence.
All efforts to come out were going in vain.
There was silence all around but no solitude.
Finally when I came out, it was as if i had the wings
of a bird freed from a cage.
I started flying in the noices around me,
but within me there was a stillness
and it taught me the nuances of silence.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Your Questions and My Answers
Do not simply look from outside,
Go deep within yourself.
There you will get all the answers.
Unlearn every learning,
As your own answers to
The unasked questions are nothing
But the doors seperating you
from the rest of the world
Go deep within yourself.
There you will get all the answers.
Unlearn every learning,
As your own answers to
The unasked questions are nothing
But the doors seperating you
from the rest of the world
Thursday, January 14, 2010
An Eternal Story
This is how the story began,
I asked you, ‘should I be afraid of standing still’?
But you made me realize about the stagnation,
That I had assumed to be the serenity of stillness.
I further asked you, ‘am I destined to remain in the same manner’?
You told me, ‘everything is in your own hands and you can write your own destiny
either by crawling or by flying’.
When I shared about the invisible shadows and shackles,
You said ‘to be bound by those shackles and scared of those shadows
was a matter of choice that you had made’.
I then requested you to keep knocking at my door,
And you assured me of a continuous and eternal knocking,
So that I could open the doors for myself.
Now this story doesn’t seem to have an end,
For it has become an ‘eternal’ one, with no beginning and no end.
I asked you, ‘should I be afraid of standing still’?
But you made me realize about the stagnation,
That I had assumed to be the serenity of stillness.
I further asked you, ‘am I destined to remain in the same manner’?
You told me, ‘everything is in your own hands and you can write your own destiny
either by crawling or by flying’.
When I shared about the invisible shadows and shackles,
You said ‘to be bound by those shackles and scared of those shadows
was a matter of choice that you had made’.
I then requested you to keep knocking at my door,
And you assured me of a continuous and eternal knocking,
So that I could open the doors for myself.
Now this story doesn’t seem to have an end,
For it has become an ‘eternal’ one, with no beginning and no end.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Being in the silence
What did you hear in the silence?
Sound of the withering leaves or chilling breeze.
I missed to hear the thunder, for I was listening to the conversation between river and the rain.
I am sure you didn’t miss the symphony of the silence.
Sound of the withering leaves or chilling breeze.
I missed to hear the thunder, for I was listening to the conversation between river and the rain.
I am sure you didn’t miss the symphony of the silence.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
I am an admirer
I adore her patience,
I admire her endurance.
But I dread the day when she’ll lose her calm
Will that be the doomsday?
I admire her endurance.
But I dread the day when she’ll lose her calm
Will that be the doomsday?
Friday, October 30, 2009
The Door and Us
Often I sit at the doorsteps,
In the hope to find the door open.
You are always prompt in opening the door,
But only when I knock at it.
I wonder,
If it is you who keeps waiting for me to knock
Or is it me who is maintaining the distance with the existence of an illusory door
In the hope to find the door open.
You are always prompt in opening the door,
But only when I knock at it.
I wonder,
If it is you who keeps waiting for me to knock
Or is it me who is maintaining the distance with the existence of an illusory door
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
दीपावली
जगमगाती रौशनी में दीप मन के जग उठे
उज्जवल निशा की रागिनी बन गीत गुन्गुन्नाने लगे
अब न अंधियारे का भय हो और न सन्नाटे का डर
रुकना नहीं मुड़ना नहीं चलती चलूँ ऐसी डगर
उज्जवल निशा की रागिनी बन गीत गुन्गुन्नाने लगे
अब न अंधियारे का भय हो और न सन्नाटे का डर
रुकना नहीं मुड़ना नहीं चलती चलूँ ऐसी डगर
Friday, October 9, 2009
Celebrating the smile
Life is nothing but a celebration of smiles,
it is just that we choose differently
and different smiles to have our own celebrations.
it is just that we choose differently
and different smiles to have our own celebrations.
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