A life to liveA job to doto find a purposeand meaning too In that durationin between the twoof the beginning and the endI am glad I have a job to do I love my job I love what I dofor i am the instrumentof the divine in me and you
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
The golden onion #99wordstory
The eyes filled to the brim. The tears welled over. They were held back for long. She was preparing yet another ungrateful meal. Bruise on her arm hurt her less than the aching heart. The bruise she knew would heal. But the tear in heart would stay sore. She picked the onion, the golden one.Continue reading “The golden onion #99wordstory”
If I could be someone else
If I could be someone elsewho would that bewill there be flawsor would it be the idealthe perfect one, immaculate or with blemishes and scarswhat would I preferI do wonderI think and realiseI would prefer the one who triesnot for the daybut forever always
The divine Alignment
Heavenly bodiesfloating in deep blackglowing brightin reflected gloryAligned apparentlyin a single linea divine spectacleor a human perspectivemyopic and restricted trapped on a floating rockmaking imaginary shapesand spectacular storiesnot trueyet more than true grouted by lawin the confines of the rational and flights of faithseeking truth beyond the rational coming togetherin a divine alignment
The favourite drink
Rum or Vodkaor maybe some whiskey a combination sometime whatever seems risky choice is irrelevant of the favoured spiritinsobriety is the destination with whatever means that’s legit but it is not in the elixir there lies the funit is in the armsof the only one
Demure – yet not
DemureShe sitsNone of the hair frayed Flashs of colourpeeks throughThe prim dull greys The naughty and wildSecurely hiddenReigning in the crave What the cloths hidewhat lies in the mindThe eyes betrays #TankaTuesday #Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge No. 308, 2/21/23
That, What is us
There it lies Separated by time and the wrinkled age Still intact In the warmth of shared blood In the resonating beats Of the pining hearts In the words and rhythm Of our song That, what is Us
My worn out Shoes
My worn out shoesholds many memoriesEmbedded and buriedDeep within its weary sole Witness and participantIn those resolute and thoughtful stepsOf the many tough treksAnd some easy strolls Scrapping the groundRaising the dustTo propel me forwardto play my rightful role It lays tatteredWounded and batteredWith Splayed stitchesAnd some ghastly holes Yet comfortableIn a neat fitMoulding andContinue reading “My worn out Shoes”
Achu – The Mahout
My father turns 84. He celebrates the thousand full moons. He had a childhood dream of becoming a Mahout. He celebrates his 84th birthday with his wife who turns 75. AchuThe young MahoutIs all of 84 For this young heartThe ageIs just a mere score Bathed freshIn milky light of thousand moonsHe is up forContinue reading “Achu – The Mahout”
Ab uthegi subah
तुम उठोगी सुबह शायद होगी सुबह खूबसूरत जैसी तुम हो आँखें मलती हुई लेके अंगड़ाई उठेगी सुबह जैसे तुम हो कुछ नींद में सूरज से खेलती आँख मिचौली जैसे तुम हो अब उठेगी सुबह मेरी बाहों में जैसे तुम हो
My Tales Within 