Day: June 16, 2019

Dichotomy

Dichotomy: The division of two parts of a whole that completely contrast one another. Much like the fiery, bright, radiant day and the starry, dark, sunless night that represent two parts of a day, such is a dichotomy present in everything that lives. Whether it be a man or a butterfly, they are both dichotomous, […]

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Exile

An old man, an ascetic, sits by the side of the road, unminding of his surroundings. He seems wise with his ashen hair and colored forehead. He seems at peace, his face not folding at the creases of his skin. He is one of many, men whom have crossed the three stages in their lives […]

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I am Alone

The world moves fast, changing colours with changing faces, changing sceneries and changing places. And through it all in this overcrowded world, I am alone. There are people around me, but they never stay. They come and go like the seasons. And through it all, I am alone. Please follow and like us:

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Rage

This is a piece I wrote spontaneously, addressed to my anger. It was written at a time when I’d just had a war of words with my family, and I was contemplating my overblown reactions to triggers. I penned this down in rage, sardonically enough, asking Rage to stop pursuing and enticing me, and muddling […]

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Open the Door

‘Open the Door’ is my personal voyage to seek Truth which, in its subtlest form, fills every molecule of our existence. May I find some co-passengers with me?Aren’t we all peeping through a keyholeThat’s constantly cutting our vision short?Has it been checked at allWhether the door is closed or open?Has it been ever pushed a […]

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I am Amrita

I am Amrita.Born, Amrit. On an April morning, in Safdurjang National HospitalApple of my family’s eye.“Badhai Ho! Ladka hua hai!”Dadaji distributed laddoos to the entire neighborhood. Neatly wrapped in the hospital sheet, Lay someone who’d grow up to be Amrita, not Amrit. Had Dadaji known, he’d have been less enthusiastic with the laddoos. October, 1995. […]

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An Open Letter

To the Lord who governs o’er matters such as these,Yes, to him, Yes! To him I beseech, For a little good fate here and a little good fate there,Would transform my words into entities who ensnare…The senses of you, my holy yet guileless readers,In some instances, even pilots, jesters, washermen or preachers… To pay heed […]

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