Category Archives: poem, poetry

Holy haven

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Clouds laden with water, douse the fire, set aflame by the Sun.

The holy river receives the rain water, embracing it as its own.

Gently flowing , reflecting the sky, embedded with hot embers.

Dancing, jumping to the chantes , vibrating in the air.

Meditation haven for saints and sages,

tranquility personified from long gone ages.

Rishikesh, name signifies, the one who controls all senses.

Embodiment of all virtues, Lord Vishnu, from where life commences.

                                      Photo Credit Goes To Shalini Prasad

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To the young adult

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They say, your inner thoughts are your most loyal friends.

Inspiring you, motivating you, giving you strength to carry on.

 

Unfortunately, they are your most dissuading foes too.

Discouraging you, demotivating you, sucking the strength out of your life.

 

Control your own thoughts for you can’t control others’.

Instill positivity in your own mind, for you can’t remove negetivity from others’.

 

let your own thoughts guide you, let the light inside your heart shine through.

Don’t give others the power to penetrate your soul.

 

People are people, some love, some hate, some are calmly indifferent.

Their words, their actions should not be given precedence over your own.

 

You are who you are, for you were meant to be like that.

Cherish yourself, value yourself, be your own ideal.

 

No one but you are the protagonist of the drama of your life.

Be happy, be peaceful and applaud yourself.

Challenges.

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Sensibilities are challenged everyday by recklessness of people.

By actions or words or lack of them.

Empathy for others challenged everyday by incautiousness of  people.

By mirroring emotions or lack of them.

Sensitivity towards consequences challenged everyday by carelessness of people.

By maneuvering sentiments or by lack of them.

Caution should not be thrown to the wind. People not taken for granted.

Fondness not challenged everyday either by design or lack of it.

Tempest of Emotions

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Tempest of emotions churning inside the stomach.

Unbearable pain which fails to subside.

 

Huge void which gets deeper everyday.

The absence of feelings arise.

 

Continuous pining for missing aura.

Dwelling within swollen heart.

 

Thoughts haunting like ghosts.

Clinging like vines.

 

Waiting for return.

Of presence.

 

Which imparts,

Life.

 

Summer

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Let’s escape to a place where the water hasn’t yet evaporated from the ponds, lakes and rivers.

Where bare feet can still walk on dew covered blades of grass in the mornings.

 

Let’s go to a place where chirping birds are the only alarms in the mornings​.

Where silence wakes you up as sunlight peeping through the curtains.

 

Let’s escape to that place where peacocks scream and dance to forecast the weather.

Where ants predict if the rain is approaching working untethered.

 

Let’s go to the place where flora blooms announcing the temperature of the day.

Where sunflowers tilt towards the Sun till May.

 

Let’s escape to a place where time is told by the length of the shadows.

Where meal times are dictated by commotion at the gate by the stray dogs, going to and fro.

 

Let’s go to a place where sparrows still exist due to lack of telephone towers.

Where people keep bird feed in bowls outside their homes with water.

 

Let’s go to that place where people converse, sitting together and not “Chat”.

Where people connect through emotions and not internet.

 

Let’s escape to the place where “web” means spiders catching dew drops like diamonds.

Where “net” means fishermen trying to catch fish near islands.

 

To a place where the breeze is still cool at five in the morning.

Where you wait for the day to unfold with great longing.

Dreams

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Dreams are dreams, inconsequential, only, if they are just  dreams. So…

Dream a little, dread them a little, dare a little, don’t let them gather dust.

 

Dust them, oil them, pull them towards meaningfulness. To pursue…

Plan a little, play with them a little, progress a little, fail miserably if you must.

 

Open up the mind, think outside the box, focus, don’t let thoughts wander…

Wait a little, work on it a little, worship the idea a little, gift yourself your own trust.

 

Thus, realize dreams, turn thoughts into truth, keep the window to your heart open…

Live a little, laugh a little, long a little, give life a loving thrust.

Buddha’s Wisdom

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We are prisoners of our own expectations.

Inviting in our lives, misery at the cost of desires.

We were born free, once upon a time.

Devoid of anything but an instinct to survive.

Drawing breath, our only skill, to stay alive.

 

Building dungeons and cages around us.

To imprison our own happiness.

Illusive as it is, capturing sadness instead.

Staring at its painful face, searching for existence’s worth.

Wondering about life’s root cause for serenity’s dearth.

 

Break the chains of expectations and set your mind free.

Let peace guard our hearts from desires.

Life happens at its own pace, no point rushing it otherwise.

Feel the gentle tug of contentment, as time slowly slips like sand from a fist.

Enriching your life with good Karmas, that is life’s  singular gist.

Sketch by Mrs. Kanak Sinha