February 11, 2014 § Leave a comment
That lone man stands alone in the middle of all that nature. He looks at the mountain, the sheeps, the cows. He looks at the train passing by. He wonders what might befall,
If he ever chooses to just live by. If he too decides on a holiday, decides to go off to a far away land. Where he can toil in the rickshaw, and gaze at the seas, sell vegetables and live without a relief.
Imagine the loss if this care taker of these endless stretches of land, abandons all of god’s wealth and goes in the search of his mansion planned!
Dreaming away his city dreams, someone warn him it will be toxic all that he breathes.
A seed of desire if what kills a man, someone tell him that he already owns god’s land.
February 2, 2014 § Leave a comment
What shall I say to you love
My love, you have started to quote poetry.
I am astonished, confused and sent to heaven and hell, love.
Was that in my memory or for a new love?
I have been indulging in futile acts, love.
Acts without you are futile to life
Your absence left my practicality to work.
But how does it matter, when I have my personal wife?
How we may love what we get?
When what we want, never stays ours.
Abide by duty and follow thy path.
Let fate decide our stars.
Then happy those whom Fate, that is the stronger,
Together twists their threads, & yet draws hers the longer.
– Aurelian Townshend