Monday, December 29, 2008
on a beach...
i trace my thought laden finger across the sands...
etching a rhyme deep within myself...
knowing that in moments,
the waves shall wash these words away...
and yet content knowing that this song shall never fade...
Sunday, December 7, 2008
no offence to the mahatma..
i was an ardent believer in the doctrine of non-violence...
and then one day i traveled by a mumbai local train...
and then one day i traveled by a mumbai local train...
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
tribute to mr karkare, mr salaskar, mr kaamte n others who died doing their duty..
i do not know what game this is...
the black pawns are killing the white knights...
never has this game been evenly poised...
the black squares seem more than the white ones...
but do not worry oh queens now not on the board...
the white pawns shall reach one day into the heart of the dark lair...
new queens shall take birth...
for each white pawn still secretly believes...
that it is the white king who must always win..
it is the white king who must always win...
the black pawns are killing the white knights...
never has this game been evenly poised...
the black squares seem more than the white ones...
but do not worry oh queens now not on the board...
the white pawns shall reach one day into the heart of the dark lair...
new queens shall take birth...
for each white pawn still secretly believes...
that it is the white king who must always win..
it is the white king who must always win...
Monday, November 24, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
a conversation with a wise man...
wise man: if you have the power to do good, do you feel compelled to do that good?
me: yes; most of the times...
wise man : then do YOU have the power or does the power have YOU...??
me: if you are standing in a stream of flowing water... u bend down cup your hands and take a handful water in it...
do YOU have the water... or does the water have you...??
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
journey....
Friday, October 24, 2008
boredom
the sun rises
the sun sets
a new sunlight cradles
in the dark silent womb of the night.
days pass by....
the moon waxes
the moon wanes
a pattern observed through window panes
two fortnights is all it takes.
months pass by...
summer burns
monsoon bleeds
winter crystallizes in its own frigid self
each season gives birth to another.
and years pass by...
the sun sets
a new sunlight cradles
in the dark silent womb of the night.
days pass by....
the moon waxes
the moon wanes
a pattern observed through window panes
two fortnights is all it takes.
months pass by...
summer burns
monsoon bleeds
winter crystallizes in its own frigid self
each season gives birth to another.
and years pass by...
the river of life
The river of life seeks the ocean again
Life is but a matrix of loss and gain
Few moments of joy few moments of pain
Just like day then night then sunrise again
One knows not really how much one has lived
How much he has enjoyed how much grieved
But where the river meets the oceans shore
A question is asked of its days of yore
It matters not how long you have lived
What matters is the manner you have lived
What actually counts when it all ends
Is how true you have been to your friends
Love for truth and truthful love is what ultimately matters
When the river pours itself in the ocean's waters
Life is but a matrix of loss and gain
Few moments of joy few moments of pain
Just like day then night then sunrise again
One knows not really how much one has lived
How much he has enjoyed how much grieved
But where the river meets the oceans shore
A question is asked of its days of yore
It matters not how long you have lived
What matters is the manner you have lived
What actually counts when it all ends
Is how true you have been to your friends
Love for truth and truthful love is what ultimately matters
When the river pours itself in the ocean's waters
Thursday, July 3, 2008
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