You exist formless like the wind
You take no shape and yet
Complete the incomplete
Filling my void.
You are the solution to this enigma
You mark that final missing piece
The jigsaw finished
All questions answered.
Essays of a Wandering Mind!
You exist formless like the wind
You take no shape and yet
Complete the incomplete
Filling my void.
You are the solution to this enigma
You mark that final missing piece
The jigsaw finished
All questions answered.
Several decades ago when we were waking ourselves from a nightmare that the world war was, all eyes turned East to salvage some pride. It needed a Gandhi for the world to come to the realization that what we really needed was a war without weapons, a fight without words.
(more…)I wonder what god will have to say
While looking back at us
Will there be pride and joy?
Or anguish and disdain?
My mind is lost
In the mystic land
The one I hear in yore
A legend that is now long gone!
In all effectiveness fear fuels hatred, lust beckons anguish, greed sows the seed of misery and jealousy douses the flame of love. If only we know what we do to ourselves through words said and unsaid, through actions done and withheld, then, perhaps there is more chance to free ourselves from unwonted ends, escape from unexpected twists of fate and maybe even find a better salvation to our otherwise miserable souls!
(more…)And here I lie
Trapped in ethereal waters
Of joy and sorrow,
Of ecstasy and pain,
Of life and death!
In undeniable rhapsody was I,
A blissful dreamland my life doted!
Hitherto imagined life had nothing beyond,
Until the tempest stepped in my life!
That which is given
Purporting only to give
With no expectations
Will touch the soul
Much deeper than the same superior act
That is done for the own self
And with the intent of showing
Pity and sympathy!
That which is preached
Simply to preach
With no malice in words
Will emboss in the heart
Much stronger than words
Those teach the same fine things, with
An attempt to instill
Fear and contempt!
When all things
Done and said;
When all romantic lines
Used up;
When both have been
Through all chaos;
When life decides to
Leave behind stretch marks;