life – Page 9 – My Tales Within

Infinite Life

Lifeis an infinite experienceDeathis a delusion of finite experience

I am the duskthen it will be darkfiery ball coolsweary of the scorching daysliding down rapidlypulling the rays downpausing briefly at the rimJust for one last look at its creationbefore it is nightlast stroke of golden brushpaints the sky crimsonI am the duskslowly turning darklast rays lingers on my wingswarming it up, keeping it aliveitContinue reading “I am the dusk”

Chip of My Life

Counting the passing days for the manic week to pass Little do I realise Each day is a chip of my life To be lived Not to be passed

The choice deliemma

if you know what you want you dont Need Any choices

Who Am I?

Who am I? Is being revealed Every layer of mine Is being unpeeled I am what you see in me I am what I want to be

कोई आज मुस्कुराया है

कुछ खोया नहीं सब पाया हैजो बांट दियावो कहां गवाया है इनसे मिला हूंउनको पहचानता नहींसब अपने है कौन पराया है ये शोहरत का क्याआज है कल नहींदुआओं को हमेशाअपने साथ पाया है कोई याद रखेऐसी ख्वाहिश तो नहींलम्हे खुशी के याद करकेकोई तो मुकुराया है

Fire in the Mortal Urn

Few seeMany don’tThe vain yearning Dark bordersSqueeze closeGloom is gaining CrushedBruisedYet it glows It ShinesWhat is meOne within knows The fireMy giftKeeps glowing Dimly firstBrighter nextKeeps growing No reasonNo needJust to burn LivingCelebrating lightInside the mortal urn

Story of my life

People make places funEach one adds his own story life is being written

Buoyancy of Joy

I hate myself!! Mukti spoke aloud. The utterance did not even make a ripple in the green surface of the still water in the pond. She did crave for appreciation but she never expected so much hate from her colleagues. It was as if they were waiting for the opportune moment for the hate toContinue reading “Buoyancy of Joy”

I see it clear

On the 6th floor the blind rolls up with a whir. Turbulence and calm, converse in silence with a drunken slur. The glass fights the noise and wins Allowing private space for the divergent twins Flashes of lights leave a trail on the busy arrow of time Reminder of the many scars as the faceContinue reading “I see it clear”