Ferocity, cruelty, barbarity, and painKashmir’s progeny butchered in vainBlooded streets and souls ripped apartWounded bodies with a kindled heartTHEY shoot and break bonesTHEY suppose guns are equal to stonesOh look THEY’ve blinded the valeScared caricatures, yet we sailTHEY cremated the cuddly homesThere stands nothing but rags, ruins and domesA mother whose end is nighWaits for […]
The human soul is intangible in substance, ambiguous in form and is often left unnoticed. But for those who have seen what there is to see and felt what there is to feel, they find their soul. And that is the essence of self-realization; the discovery of what one is beyond matters of the flesh, […]
We have outgrown our basic instincts and overdone everything, from crossing oceans of water to setting our sights on a sea of stars. We were here on this Earth to cry, laugh and pass on. And then we were humanized.
I feel the depth within the“self”. I meditate to contemplate this “self”, traveling with my soul beyond the concepts of time. And the bigger I stretch my horizons, the more colours I see, the more happiness I can spread around me.
Nostrils reaching for the skies,Piercing the waves,That swallowed them whole. Gasps and deep breaths,Only until the next wave followsThe one before,And swallows.While beneath the surface of icy waters,First feet try to flap fiercely,And tired hands waddle helplessly,Then another momentary respite. Solitary moments above salty oceans,To breathe,And then once againBe one again with the seas. The […]
The ‘nothing’ between us, the invisible threadIt is like the ‘infinite’ love we shared back then When your smoky breaths calmed me But now, my bones shake of the horror Of The hollow promisesOf The trough of trustsOf the love that runs as cocaine in your veins Today when I am no one Why do I […]
I mingle with others to blur the lines and dissolve the differences that are set by individuality. I explore the linkage and oneness through this connection, finding that it parallels the coalescence of colours. And as the connection strengthens, I feel the contentment seep through me in a myriad of colours.
Most of our efforts as humans are consumed by protecting, preserving and sustaining smiles as though they are precious possessions. And maybe they are because at the end of it all, life is but a balance sheet of smiles over tears.
Our paths are not always lit. We may find ourselves alone, stranded in the dark. But like any road that we travel upon, there are always tunnels that we must go through. And the darkness that we find shall always lead into the light.
Life is diverse, ever-changing, unique and often lonely. Not many people have the fortune of finding those that will stay by their side, though you may find many a recluse amongst those that seem lonely. They do not require the company of others, for they have themselves. They perceive life without filters. They sit in […]
In our houses and homes, light always comes in through the windows. The sunlight, the natural light, the light that keeps the world going. We may find that we are losing ourselves in the turmoil and emotional detachment that has taken over our world but try as hard as you can to open up whatever […]
A glass vase holding a slowly-withering bouquet of Chrysanthemums. An apt illustration of how life, as beautiful as it may be and as much as we may covet it, is only meant to end. We may use it decoratively, we may allow it to grow as it is meant to or we may completely disregard […]
Beyond the water there lies a frosted peak, white and bleak. As the Sun sinks behind it, the water shows you what will soon be. For the night is falling, and it is beautiful.
This painting is a portrayal of Rabindranath Tagore. It was made in his honor, for he was a man who was blessed with artistic flair. It is the only way I know to remember him and pay him my respects.
Lost happiness that fades into the background, that is what I see, but I will not let it go. I shall conquer every shade of every color and in doing so, I hope to regain my happiness and widen the love that I give.
There is a garden somewhere in Darjeeling, with wooden fence and muddy trails. It was made for tea plants, as most of Darjeeling is. But this particular land seems unkempt and wild, for the tea plants now grow tall and the garden is dotted by clumps of flowers that were not meant to be there. […]