if there was a wordthat describedwho I am it would arisefrom the abyssthat I am the unheard shoutthat, what will echois the one, I am the grossand the shadowthe light, I am whispering windthe cool breezethe fragrance, I am in the worldI have become dirty otherwise, pure I am A word that meansa word thatContinue reading “the word that describes me”
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
The next shore of the Sun
I have left the shoreand the next oneI can’t yet seeIn the meagre boatWith my two oarsI battle the sea The shimmering moonThe bobbing wavesmake me numbThe salty windThe gentle rocking stillnessI fear, make me succumb Through the half closed eyeAnd the dreamy mindI see gold, transforming the crimsonVictorious sun risesAnd there comes the dawnThereContinue reading “The next shore of the Sun”
Finding a way to Lose
Whenhave I found myselfto loseme? Which mewould I findtherewhere I findmyself? and when I findmyselfwould there bejoy? or in losingmyself would there be the greatestjoy? Where is your joy? In finding or Losing?
The sculpture is being made
New placenew beginnings a blank new slatethe sun is lateit’s morning not yetbut I am wide awakeIts a fresh patha new trailthe one, I need to blaze every stumble taught a lessonevery fall a chisel strokethis sculpture is being madethe future is blurred but in my mind it’s clearit’s for me to create
Are you superstitious?
The right step first or should it be the leftwhich one would be right?which place I am headed hope that’s rightbecause that’s all that mattersif the destination is noble the steps will be auspiciousrestis superstitious
Ghost with long hands
Saw a ghostWho had long handsI wondered what use were theyWhat would it touch It would seep through the wallsGlide through the doorsMelt through allWithout a worry as such But with such long handsIt felt awkwardWith them danglingWith no way to feel or touch It was happy oneBut the long handsScared a few a littleAndContinue reading “Ghost with long hands”
Shopping spree for Happiness
If I were to shopon a spreeWhere would I goand what would it be? would I search for thingson sale or those for freeor in the wonderful thingsI feel, hear and see In the blue skieswhere I can fly freeIn the happy swingson the old shady tree A puff of smoke A sip of coffeeaContinue reading “Shopping spree for Happiness”
Whose cake it is?
Tasty cake is baked Everyone adds a flavour The eldest one serves #FFFC #gb5ww #gmgblog
Learnt nothing
Learntthe value of relationshipthe power of a hugthe worth of a momentthe joy of givingthe happiness in small thingsthe ignorancethe knowingand that yet nothing is learnt
Tera mera rang
रंग होतुमसे भरागुलाबी, पीला और लाल संग होअपना हमेशाहर पल, हर साँस, हर हाल ढंग होतुममें ढलाबस तुम्हारा एहसास, तुम्हारा ख़याल भंग होसब बैरबस हो रंग, ना कोई मलाल रंग होना तेरा, ना मेराबस गुलाबी, पीला और लाल
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