the decisions 
already taken,
to return a smile 
or not 
to talk a little more 
or not 
to show the empathy or not 
to make feel the love or not 
to be 'the you' or not,
predetermined exhibitions
dictated by the pride
of anything,something,wrong thing
or the inhibitions
for the fear of loosing the worth,
overvaluing the net worth!
heart made of quartz
or potholes in heart 
the layers of ego fear complexity,
even goodness, all in the subconscious,
having turned into a knot
by this time now 
the agents to unfasten,
the insight and the perseverance,
in the lumber room of ignorance
if ego can go to the mortuary 
if pride can go for a walk 
the freesia of humility and love
can walk into the lives! 


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That long silence


after the long nattering 
your abrupt silence 
made me evaluate 
where i had gone wrong
where is the scope for amendment
on my part 
questioning the answers  
and answering the questions 
i confronted  on my way
the fear of loss 
and hope for a happy comeback
engaging me all through out 
making me looking out for 
the locksmith of hope 
to unlock the deadlock
i told my heart 
to stay cool
to persevere 
it is nothing more than 
an obscure patch
may be a swing of mood 
don't know why 
this time 
the normalcy did not return
the silence taking longer
to get dismantled 
longer enough to reinstate 
the original comeback!
leaving behind 
the memento of that long silence
with me 
for ever  


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And after few hours 
i thought 
why i did not listen to my inner callings
the white lily in the pond
submerged in water
head held high
an assertive beauty
with embracing petals,
had whispered,be the you,you are
the old man with umbrella 
on the road,walking thinking,
tried to revisit the memory lanes
what he had left behind
age and past apart,
the unsubstituted ego, malevolence 
the boiling blood 
dissolving all the tenderness then
a dog frantically searching the remnant food
from the dustbin
for survival
the impoverished child 
waiting for liberation 
from the scourge of negligence,indifference
in a corner of road 
few unenlightened pompous people
discussing the scriptures loudly
showcasing their superiority of closeness
to HIM 
lot of prescriptions
lot more of omissions
i obeyed the traffic rules today
but disobeyed the rules of humanity
i took more time to sleep
late in the night
awake but eyes closed 
trying to tide over
the abstract waves,
the confluence  of yes and no 
the new sun will come tomorrow
but how different it will be 
i don't know 


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is (6)

two drops of water merge
to create a larger drop
retaining their identities
the larger drop 
now falls into the ocean
to become one with the ocean
still keeping its molecules,atoms
with a gigantic canvas of consciousness
expanded to the infinity
feeling what the ocean feels
seeing what the ocean sees
hearing what the ocean hears 
in the oceanography of life 
the tiny drops in the ocean 
called God 
one with HIM 
a reflection of infinity
with the soul springing from
or merging with the supreme soul
one with all 
or all with one 
if it is so..
the worldly sojourn needs
the rekindled energy of oneness
oneness of love 
for love being the raw material 
the cosmos is made 
and loving others 
means loving ourselves
loving ourselves means 
loving the God
let the oneness prevail


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same texture of breath

everywhere, with everybody

the transport of air

or release of carbon dioxide

survival has a pattern


yellow is not the  color for few

while red blood for others

nothing is hidden

nothing was, for the scultpor

of  the universe

the sprouting of thoughts

the trajectory of subtle ego,

hatred , those clandestine intents

selfish in flavor

even non-conversion of thoughts

to actions is no yardstick to qualify

vacuum cleaning with tools

of cosmetic propaganda

is not going to absolve

the pristine soul does not know

the complications professed.

nothing like utopian

oneness has a new address

in love

compassion is the new etiquette

of  the town

for the union not far away














the regalia
looks inorganic 
without you 
the histrionics around
the hocus-pocus in the air 
made me crave for your presence
to tide over the hollowness within 
to revisit the gallery of togetherness
we created 
the restless cuckoo's chirp of the neighbourhood 
in the morning 
repeatedly said..
'what you are waiting for 
cross the hedge 
right now'
to recreate the mosaic,
left behind 


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