Author Archives: Echoes of the soul

The Collapse of Trust

The working mother takes resolute steps as she heads home. The unwell infant slips into a tired sleep in the arms of his mother. The trusted arms covers the boy with the warm cloak of safety. The tired nurse moves with bowed head. Reliving the tired day, thanking God for granting her the onerous opportunityContinue reading “The Collapse of Trust”

I am happy, I live life

The sun sets I look back What did I do today? I lived a life … I am happy!!! Is that what I do? I seek an answer But that’s not the question It is not what I do It is what I am!!! The dawn breaks Its a new day What will I doContinue reading “I am happy, I live life”

The screen is alive!!!

The first ray hits the fabric. The spectators settle in their assigned seats. The pixels, each of different colours, find their respective place on the fabric. Each of the pixels, programmed and intermeshed, collaborate to form pre-decided familiar shapes. The pixels dance in sync dutifully, on the directions of the maestro above. Each teaming upContinue reading “The screen is alive!!!”

Woman’s Day?

The hair fell in a neat bunch on the apron, as the skilled hands of the barber, cut them to size. I knew the curling locks would be fun and fashionable, but was also aware that the norms were not what they adhered to. My hair style is for others to like. They liked itContinue reading “Woman’s Day?”

The taste of the moment

The skillet of cast iron Harness the heat ingredient blend in proportion spices sinking deep Each bit done for the craving mouth nothing goes waste expressed on the grateful tongue That we know as the taste Taste lies not in the fire That heats Nor in the skillet That suffers the heat Nor in theContinue reading “The taste of the moment”

Always young – my father, my friend

The man of details Full of imagination always thinking always young The best is not enough For the seeker of best always new Always young The myths imagined or created Story teller recreates the epics Always spectacular Always young Deligent and meticulous Order, is the purpose Always neat Always young Unwilling to share worries ButContinue reading “Always young – my father, my friend”

The moment arrives

Fleeting moments Riding the rush of the river Uncertain drops, Merging with the flow Turbulent yet confined Jagged rocky banks say “you can’t” Masquerading norms, warm the cocoon, benovalence is just a show The froth explains the churn between the Will and the Fear the Will loses, alas Restrained passion, stays in tow It ain’tContinue reading “The moment arrives”