Spinning like a topConstantly in motionedges moving fasterSlowly moves the core If I would stopI would fallFearful of not spinningAfraid, of being ‘me’ no more On pointed endI hang in balanceForever in pursuitdrilling through the floor Force of the chordwould eventually expireinevitable would happenSpinning top would spin no more With the last wobbleThe top fallsItContinue reading “Closer to Core”
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
Jungle is One
Road splits the jungle in two equal halves, but the jungle is one #americansentence
Trespassers will be prosecuted
The roads slashesthe jungle half,creating two sidesof one whole massdozers scrape brutallyTonsuring the soil Divide was clean and brutalmolten tar scorched the earththe sign postproclaims in triumphconquest of the civilisedover the wild Speeding iron beasts honkStriking fear in humble wild heartsUnseen crawlers are crushedspinning rubber show no remorseThe grazer were confinedSplit on either side theContinue reading “Trespassers will be prosecuted”
Let the light in
Garden was fenced Keeping everyone out Rays of Light sneak in
How Golf taught me the laws of Karma
The tee was placed at an appropriate height. The puckered ball propped just high enough above the blades of grass to align with the sweet spot of the driver club. I shuffled the feet and placed the tee in line with the heal of my left foot. The left arm was straight as the bodyContinue reading “How Golf taught me the laws of Karma”
I am my friend
सच्चे रिश्ते रस्मों के मौतज नहींमिलने जुलने में कोई रिवाज नहींएक रिश्ता अपने से बनना हैदोस्ती आइने के चहरे से निभाना है
Alive
किस बात का गम हैकिस बात की है ख़ुशीक्यूँ आज आँखें नम हैऔर होंठों पे है हँसी किसका इज़हार करते हैंक्या है जो छुपाते हैंकौनसा सच हैंऔर किसको सच समझ जाते हैं ऐसा मातम क्यूँ हैकिसके जनाज़े पर गए हैं सभीसाँस शायद रुख़ गयीं हैपर ज़िंदा हूँ में अभी
Forest lives, grass dies
How real is the world How real is the dream Is it the one I heard Or is it the one I have seen Which one do I believe, What I see or what is shown? In my mind the forest grows New seeds each day is sown The weeds are as much the forestContinue reading “Forest lives, grass dies”
Teacher
Teacher Guide-mentor Building child’s values Shaping up future nation Respect #teachersday #teacherrespect #elfchen #poetry
Sleep
Sleep Much needed Elusive and unavailable The mind races on Tired #Elfchen Did you ever feel the same?
