She was Truth and Life for him,He was her Secret and a Lie.He seeked Eternity,She wanted it for a fling.That was The EndWhen He realised, there were countless pieces.She went on to Next…
Pruning is necessary; not every branch in plants life is beneficial for its growth.
Reh Reh ke Rij jandiya ne Gala,
Reh Reh ke Ban Jandiya ne Yaada ||
Those papyrus snippets, of words etched.
Which seem meaningless today, can’t be torn can’t be kept.
The reason says its over, with a piercing pain.
While the wish is to hang on.
Sitting at the Banks of Ganga is where this log comes from.
There are moments, events and people in your life which define how you perceive things. Relating to all small things in and around, to the ones you are associated with or use to be associated with.
From the tranquillity of the Ganga, Read the rest of this entry
Always felt it in my Heart since childhood, this Video summed the feeling of a Grandchild in 3 Minutes…
I’m probably the last of my Relatives & Friends to see it, but being Grandson to Independence Era Grand Parents, felt right In… Read the rest of this entry
Precipitation, Droplets of Water Falling under the effect of Gravity from the water body called Clouds. This phenomenon is classified as Rains. Is it so simple? Is it just water?
Don’t know Why the thunder ignites the flashback engine, Why the dark clouds bring in loneliness realization?
The lightening seems to be the mockery of Gods on me, as if Zeus himself laughing and saying
“I gave you a Life to make a million Lifetimes, you buffoon slaughtered it with expectations, egos, ethics, values, dearness, foes, & greed.”;
Each drop a electron ion carrying with it the moments; When I expected and crash landed.. When I jumped to fly but found no wings, When I wanted to stand but found no ground. Every moment, When I was somebody and sometimes nobody but never Me. All those moments that I wanted to be; for I could never dedicate myself in the Endeavour.
Yet I find myself at peace when it rains, for I let it pierce through me. As if allowing it to wash away the leaves of the Gaya, which reside inside me holding the tender sections. Yet I find peace in thee for it seems to be the tears that I couldn’t shed, for times I could shout out loud, for times I couldn’t fight… The droplets, thunder, lightning seem to do that for me.
Hypocrisy has always been the shadow of Indians. While the values of ethos and ethics have been flauded in earlier times. Yet we find the same been taught and propagated out loud differentiating the GAP between the modernized and the ones who stick to traditional-s. We still live in a world where we have Honor Killings on one end and inter-religion, region, culture marriages.