Mother’s (every)day
Source: Mother’s (every)day
the tamarind tree
Source: the tamarind tree
when silence spoke more..
Source: when silence spoke more..
Shadow
who is there ?
behind the draperies
dark in the midnight
in the chilling rainy night
shivering intermittent thunderstorms and lightning
the lightning
the only light
showed up your laughing face
Oh my God
how can you be ‘ me’
what you are doing there
when I am inside
how can you look so happy
in the adversities
when I am writhing in pains,inside
dissecting my four walled miseries
questioning the answers
or answering the questions
are you trying to say
forgive and forget
this or that
or who did what
these graph of pains
loss and separation
transient happiness or sorrows
all lies
yes all lies
did you just say
the only truth
to know myself more
the radiant ever glowing ‘ true me’
the golden boy of HIM
the only of it’s kind
a bundle of joy love and bliss
the morning showed the day
with the smile on my face
frantically searching you
outside the window
in the new sunshine
when did you come inside my room?
may be you were with me
already !
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Mirror
facade of love with hidden hatred inside debris of mistrust soaked in nescience amidst fidgets and decadence of we denizens the impoverished little girl on the street made me see my daughter in the mirror of my heart reflecting the filament of love compassion for her a beacon of personification simulated kindness transcending towards.. oneness of mortals seeing my loved ones in the unknown faces what is new there when mirror sees me everyday! new is then,in mirror when i see my loved ones in the unloved faces ventilating a limpid radiance of universal love all around!
Ego
the 'I' stops at nothing always has a point to prove desirous to compete with everyone for everything one cardinal assumption 'I can't go wrong' surfaced then is the collision of ego minefield of grudges embedded deep to the layers of thought process puffed up with pride of knowledge materialistic ostentation or singing own glory even propogated charity subtle but sure the life-force facing stiff resistance from ego-force pushing self-luminous eternal I into obscurity for I-thoughts firmly rooted on the pedestal of dark ignorance self-intoxicating nourished by a ' I am superior' syndrome ever in the mind aware though today's death is two days past, tomorrow crucifixion is a possibility through self-enquiry knowing who am I and surrender in psyche for the goodness and godliness
Faded Rainbow
the cool breeze and the drizzling thereafter, what a solace to the parched farm, rekindling the tiny plants! just the way we met each other then an exhilarating whirlwind, swaying in the vacuity, of my heart! the sprinkling new feelings, with wings of rainbow, enamouring all over! why the drizzling, turned into torrential rains, breaking the backbone, of tiny plants don't know where from the storm in our understanding surfaced, mildewing the innocent emotions, the rain and the wind returned to their places with the new sunshine, except you.. I somehow managed, to pass the scorching heat, without the icebags of you, by my side.. but how to resume a conversation, with the twinkling stars, of solitary nights,now? is there any rainbow, in the offing! I don't know!
