For her, life is people, In her priorities She comes last Her heart does the thinking, She feels for all, Her own feelings come last Her memories are us Her messages, sometime remind us to remember Her ownself?? she forgets fast She rolls the laddus and bakes the cake Each one’s likings comes first HerContinue reading “Amma (mother)”
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
Sizzling Joy
Rotis turn tacos Taste sizzle on the skillet Joy becomes us
Yellow Yoghurt
Yellow yeast yawns you yell your Yoodle yap Yoghurt you yearn
The flying Kite
The flying Kite soaring the sky only because its tied. Snap!! The string breaks And its free.
Cracking the JEE
The admit cards, the passport size picture and the government approved ID were checked before we got into the car. These, at least would get us into the ring. The ingredient to crack the bout was presumed to be stacked in the nearest location on the RAM in the CPU of the brain for quickContinue reading “Cracking the JEE”
We want to be slaves
Freedom! Freedom! Chanted the revolutionaries as they marched resolutely against the oppressors. …And one day they were free. That should be the end, isn’t it? But then it is not. Its a new order. But it still isn’t free. Freedom is elusive. They could not find it. They continue their struggle. Did they really wantContinue reading “We want to be slaves”
Hey Welcome!!! My dear new year
A new year A powerful yet artificial human construct Seperating past from the future A new year an opportunity to start afresh. To renew our quest for a fulfilling life, leaving the baggage Of the past behind. As the year turns new May we move forth, enabled with pleasant memories of the wonderful year goneContinue reading “Hey Welcome!!! My dear new year”
Music is the root
The banyan tree Glowing outside and within Music plays on it’s roots
हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें
इतवार तो कैलेंडर पे लिखा शब्द है उसका इतना इंतज़ार क्यूँ हफ्ता पड़ा है जीने को आज से इतनी मायूसी क्यूँ शायद फुर्सत का इंतज़ार है पर किस बात से फुर्सत? इसकी मालुमात नहीं क्या पता किस आराम कि ख्वाहिश है और किस आराम से आज कल अछे तालुकात नहीं कभी सोने कि कोशिश मेंContinue reading “हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें”
Different dawn of the same long night
The night was long He was tired but did not dare to yawn He had not slept It was already dawn The bullet whistled as it arrived. It had found its mark Mercilessly it pierced, all the way to the beating heart Punctured but it kept on beating slowly draining away the life It wasContinue reading “Different dawn of the same long night”
My Tales Within 