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I hate the season that’s now
What is your favorite season of year? Why? I like all seasons Except the one now It’s hot in summers I hate the heat Yet when it’s over I remember the blue skies The light morning breeze and the happy birds In the monsoons I hate the rains It’s so wet and soggy Yet whenContinue reading “I hate the season that’s now”
It’s available wherever you need it to be
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/me-verses-me-satish-warrier/1147375063?ean=9789367393734 Do read I have shared a part of me Maybe it will resonate Maybe it would be a different song Maybe it would echo in you And resonate
The true reflection
My dreams don’t let me sleep
जिस रात में नींद ना होवहाँ सपने कहाँ जो सपने देखे खुली आँखों से वहाँ नींद कहाँ Tossing and turningThrough a sleepless nightwhere is the sleep there where dreams are seenwith open eyes where is the sleep there
Life – All about change
The drag in the momentthe creepof the clockwhy is all so still Is not the lifeAll about moving?The rush of the desiresThe whirlwindOf temptationsWhy is all so blurredIs not the life All about vision?Am I furtherOr getting closerAway from being bornOr closer to deathWhy is all so deadIs not the life All about living?A breathContinue reading “Life – All about change”
Our song, for me and you
It’s loudYet I hear it onlyI can switch off the musicYet the sound rings continuously It’s not on the device It’s doesn’t flow through the headphones It resides in the deepDeeper than the mind and the bonesWhere I need no ears To hearNeed no podsTo connectit echoesReverberatesTrapped In the sacred hollow in meYou can hearContinue reading “Our song, for me and you”
There is No Bulb
We gathered in the balcony. Sipping whiskey and watching the dark night. Silently reflecting and occasionally making conversation. Nothing in particular and none too serious. Music filled the pauses in the conversation. Each one having their own conversation in their minds and a customary one with the others. The night was nearing early morning. TheContinue reading “There is No Bulb”
In embrace with time
The day moved poetically Slowly and gently like the early summer breeze Neither were in rush Me and the time Together we lay embraced Till forever
