Author Archives: Echoes of the soul

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”

Amma (mother)

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)”

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”