I am woken up in the middle of the night. The eerie silence of this time confuses me. Are you still because everything is going to be fine? Or are you still like the calm before the storm? I want it to be morning, but the clock isn’t ticking, no matter how hard I stare… Continue reading Time stands still
Untainted by memories,Unbridled by thoughts,As the clock takes a stepA breath falls into rhythmIn total silence we do observeImmersed is a stillness in motionAs we ride this ineffable stillnessWe leave our past behindthe worries of future behindUnclothing us of our bodyUncluttering us of all feelingsErasing the notion of timeErasing the notion of meWho is riding… Continue reading Now
I lived in a dream with you.we built a cottage alongside a river,with tiny rooms and a domeopen to bright blue skies,and played around in the meadows,with lambs hopping around us in joy.We sat in our garden,and plucked fresh fruits off trees,that we savoured with golden honey.The wind passed through uswhile walking on the shore,and… Continue reading Living a dream
Yet again I find a reason to love,much as a reason to liveBlessed is he who has loved in life,for evermore if his love returnedTrivial turns wealthy pursuits,if love decides to pursue oneTurmoils do accompany love,like shadow does a manMake then a habit to embrace,feelings that disrupt your graceWho fights against a trap-netwhen engulfed in… Continue reading Find a reason to love
I am, but each passing moment, in varied schemes of existence Spirit in me sprouts as an emotion, ceases as experience, a mere notion I am the flow of time, an endless flow, conquering ordeals as I grow Clowns try in vain, to dwell in my past, and some, who fear my distant cast I… Continue reading I am
Through golden beams of the sun blooms a flower to her radial glory and so do i, in his rapturous presence, evolve from my lifeless form. Then the play of life begins: The flower exhales life, i breathe in and then return her favor, dancing in tandem, as we synchronise life in moments. Then we… Continue reading A flower’s tale
Kunji woke up with a start. The baby had started crying. The cradle made of cloth that hung from the ceiling was absolutely still. She looked at the clock. 3 am. She quickly got up and sat on her mat, and rocked the cradle gently. She lit a small candle that revealed much of the… Continue reading Kunji
I am always fascinated by people's approach towards everyday jobs and activities. For them, performing an activity or a chore, however small, deftly and precisely provides more delight than completing a huge task meagerly. A job to them becomes of utter personal importance. The success, failure or delay of a particular job then has a… Continue reading The imperfect perfectionist
Every journey is an adventure, including the one we call life. Most people manage to just get through the journey, but some try to question and learn en route to their destination. The journey then becomes more adventurous for those who learn their purpose. The train pulled into an underground station at a considerable speed… Continue reading The Journey
So here is a question for all of you reading this. How many of you truly enjoy the work you do ? How many of you have answered to that call from within you and started working on what you love to do ? Raise your hands ! Ok not many hands in the air.… Continue reading Find your calling
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