December 10, 2014 § Leave a comment
I can hear them screaming to be heard. Louder than any human being. They are travelling through their work. Across the rivers and the sea.
Their voices are broken and their eyes are open. They are speaking on behalf of the audience. In low hush volumes, they are uttering syllables of reality.
Suppressed by morals and stuck in juxtaposition. They are discovering a world too broken. They are stopping down to collect the fragments though their fragile yet solid creations.
They have been walking through far away lands. Their eyes tired and their torn hands. Some don’t even utter a word, but I can hear them screaming to be heard.
The artists are reaching out through their work. Beyond borders and futile dimensions. They are expressing their criticisms, opinions and hurt.
I can hear them growing louder with every piece I see. Making an art work of my own private world. They have painfully coloured even my dreams.
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.
October 7, 2012 § 1 Comment
You are just a story that I can’t retrieve yet
A life that am trying to breathe
The road am walking on
The future, past and today I feel
You are my reality
Am trying to live through
My dreams, I see
I am here in my beliefs
Relishing each word unsaid.
You are the me that I don’t want to see yet.
October 3, 2012 § Leave a comment
Sleep in the lap of nature
Lose yourself and build a dream
I’ll come and visit you sometime
Some other time when things are not what they seem
Sleep to the winter approaching
I’ll meet you in springs of yourself
When it’ll be a better today
And my better request
Let there be no regrets and sorries
No provision for your histories
When we’ll think better of ourselves
I’ll meet you at that sunset.
October 1, 2012 § Leave a comment
On a trodden street.
We carry on
Street by street.
Explore each other
Deep and dark
A kiss here and a silent laugh.
Mocking at myself
A sweet belief
Lost and found
On vast stretches of the beach.
Drown in awe
My muse relief.
Must I dare
Disclose the unspoken
We speak through minds
And the assumptions increase.
July 3, 2012 § 1 Comment
There are a lot of us out there who are doing what we are doing as an option. Having run short of effective ways to utilize this precious time of ours, we compromise on our hard imagined dreams and freedom and give in to the first thing that we come across.
You know when exactly does this happen when you are bored of having fun. when you are tried of facing the consequences of being too free all the time. when you run short of ideas to pass your time, after a point of time. this cycle goes on. you take a thing to keep you busy. get fed up. leave it. be free. get fed up of being free n so take on a new thing. it goes on.
But between all this confusion, there will come a day, a moment when it’ll finally finally hit you, that “yes! This is exactly what i wished I would have have done all my life n this is what that thing is that keeps me happy.”
and in that moment you will find a purpose to this life. 🙂
“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.” [Stanford commencement speech, June 2005]- Steve Jobs
April 6, 2012 § Leave a comment
Restlessness and uneasyness. An urge to break through. Fly . Fly far away.
A falling stone. A moving petal. The blooming surface.
A beautiful face. Breath taking sunrise. The forgotten days.
Memorable photographs. The empty lane.
A thousand facebook friends. A million plans. Infinite dreams.
Morality. A forgotten reality.
Vacant. But not lonely, not taken.