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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.

 

Virtual traveller

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She spins a web of fantasies and gets entangled in them,

Web working as a safety net, for all the adventures that stem.

 

From touring far away lands, exotic locations, soaking everything in,

Crystal clear water, rising mountains, flora and fauna that hearts win.

 

Oceans of gold and sky of silver, ships of clouds sailing over,

with treasures of stars, planets and moon seeming closer and closer.

 

Canyons, meandering rivers, volcanoes fuming smoke,

Sunrises and sunsets weaving fabulous lores of folk.

 

The world, a small place for her, fitting well into her collection of pictures.

A box full of photographs, a gallery filled with shares.

 

An ardent virtual traveller that she is, photos are her imagination’s fuel,

Threading pearls of memories together to form poetic jewels.

The dreamer

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She lives in a world of her own, waiting for the future.

The future visits everyday, touches her and is gone.

She keeps living in a world of her own.

Throwing out bits and pieces of herself, into the real world.

A half conversation, a story untold, an idea being raised for so long.

Portions of herself surviving in both halves, people getting her all wrong.

She lives in dream world of her own, anticipating the unseen.

The unseen reveals everyday, making itself known.

She keeps living in a world of her own.

Sometimes confused, sometimes awed, sometimes disoriented.

Walks in and out of the maze of society, refusing to obligate.

If only she could wipe out somethings everyday, starting with a clean slate.

She lives in an unreal world, longing for reality.

Reality checks itself everyday, the truth is  shown.

She still keeps living in a world of her own.

The staircase.

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Staircase spiralling up to the heaven or descending down to hell?

Taking you to the top or to the bottom of the well?

 

Reaching up for your dreams or treading on someone’s dwell?

Lifting the spirits or making them scream and yell?

 

Helping someone climb or pulling down, only you can tell!

Laughing while climbing or crying when you fell!

 

Looking up in sweet anticipation or looking down with fear of unwell?

Initiating action or waiting lazily for the gong of the bell?

 

Climbing up or climbing down, hold tightly the hand of integrity, don’t let your soul sell.

Protect it with trust and love, conceal it in tenderness and faith’s shell.

 

And if you choose to reach the top, be like a beacon to the ships in the ocean swell.

Guiding them to safety of home, bidding troubles farewell.

Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal