Not just me...

Small pearls of bliss and solace

Soothing heart and frenzied sense

Drifting down with gracefulness

With majesty heaven bestowed…

Were gone in a flash of eye

Chaffing the yearning being

Would have known the tale

They whispered in my ears

“Plunging into the alien darkness,

Where you the only desperate being?”

Dusk..

I see the twilight getting deeper
the winged ones returning home
Across the vast abyss
Plants drop thier leaves,
as if closing their eyes,
With all the beautiful dreams,
Into a slumbering sleep..


The dusk is beautiful,
with colours fading away
The grey and yellow streaks,
eyes rimmed red,
worn up and tired....

I bid...

I wish I could break the chains and flee,
Away from despondency and desolation,
The turmoil inside brimming up,
and i am flinching with the darkening sight..


Tears on the verge of betrayal,
Is it delirium or paroxysm?!
I am sinking down and down
Deep into the gravely silence..

Baba Ramdev’s fast for the eradication of corruption can never be called as a proper action. To most of the people, it seems like he is just imitating Anna Hazare’s fast for the approval of the Lokpal Bill. And he cannot be regarded as a true leader because during the crackdown on his supporters by police on the Ramlila grounds, instead of saving his followers from the police, he tried to flee from the place and in a woman’s apparel too. This act is not suitable for a saint. A saint should think and act above the personal interests and to protect the well being of the people within the parameters provided by the constitution and as per the law. A saint should rise up to the standards of well being of the nation.

Mysterious..Mind!!!

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Unpredictable is this mind

Thinks something, reflects something

Dreams of being somewhere

But later reach elsewhere

Some surrounded by happiness

Some destined to be alone

Hope leads to future

With some regrets for the bygone time

Rip roaring spectacular life

Is what it desires...?

For the graceful existence

By choosing the right ones

Hope helps to survive

If shattered turns everything upside down

The wonderful creation of almighty

Is this mysterious human mind...

Why do I write???

As I was thinking about what to write next, a question came into my mind, why do I write?????Interesting Na!!!For some people it’s their passion, for some it’s the only thing that they love…..Ruskin Bond explains in one of his books that, “A question that always irritates me is ‘and are you still writing?’.It’s like asking me if I am still alive, because if I wasn’t writing, I wouldn’t be alive. I’d have become a vegetable, mentally deficient or sunk far below the poverty line.”

Writing is a passion for him, and when I think about that, I feel as I am so selfish. I don’t write because I am madly in love with it, I write only when I am sad and desperate, and when I am all alone….Loneliness is something that leads me to writing. I like it because it makes me busy. In “Notebook”, Sparks says that “people work day and night because either they are crazy, stupid or trying to forget something”. As far as I am concerned, I write because I am trying to forget something…Some bitter memories that come to my mind when I am all alone. I feel as if all the problems that create turmoil in my heart are flushed out of my memory, atleast temporarily, when they are written into a paper. They rescue me from the mental trauma and consoles and makes me believe that everything is alright.

The Search of my soul…………

When passing through the problems

All the way alone,

My soul wants something

That can ease its pain

When mental torture is severe

Grabbing each tear from eyes,

My soul eagerly waits for something

That can heal its wound

Weeping wailing day and night

Holding broken pieces of heart,

My soul urges for something

That can give comfort

Being haunted by nightmares

Being stabbed by a knife,

My soul pleads for something

That can make it feel nice

The thirst for happiness

Never ending hopes to be fulfilled,

My soul wants to be

Lost in woods forever………..