philosophy – Page 17 – My Tales Within

Buoyancy of Joy

This post was written in 2018. Wouldn’t remember the exact date of the scribble. Who really knows when did it get etched in the mind. The trigger was a stress ball which lay scarred in a corner, yet retaining the smiley face. It was published on this blog first on 12 Oct 2018. Re-Posting itContinue reading “Buoyancy of Joy”

Ho shayad woh kharra

छोड़ दूँ वो सब जो तुम्हें लगे बुरा कुरेद कर नोच कर जो बचे हो शायद वो खरा और ना बचा कुछ अगर तो बस रहेगा दिल मोहब्बत भरा

Shadows remain Black

The clouds floatFreelyHanging on to the windsin the wide blue sky Some light and whiteSome laden and darkSome flying lowSome soaring up high They cast a shadowOn the earth belowThe creeping shadowCover the green meadow Irrespective of the cloudsWhite or darkLow or highShadow remains black below

The Aisle seat

HumanityStacked in rowsSecured by beltsOn the assigned seatsSome paidSome free Moving as one massTo the common destinationConfinedIn the fixed spaceStatic insideSurging outside Cocooned in thoughtsEach one his ownTogether yet separatedin the cloudsSome remain strangersSome make friends Pilot steersOn the preset paththrough turbulent weatherThe hostess maintains calmSome sleepSome pray The wingsSpread wideSlicing through the airResponsive toContinue reading “The Aisle seat”

Just Here and Now

Let’s stay hereFor a momentLet’s stayIn this momentFixed in timeThere is no beyondThere is no foreverThere is just hereThere is just the now.

Confined to the Stack #haiku

Shining, sharp and stackedWaiting to stab, poke and scoopConfined to the stack

Falling

FallingI am fallingFaster and heavierPulled inwardsYet surging outThe tear is widerRipping open the truthLayer by layerthe sheaths are partedthe endless fall endsStatic at the bottomThere in the abyssThere appears a lightClear as crystalThe vision is clearIn a mind placidThere are no sheathsThere is just meAnd there lies the truth

Nasha Hai

क्या दिखता हैक्या सही हैनशा हैउतर जाएगा

Sunflower #haiku

The flower withers The sun stays shining above Seeds will rise again #TankaTuesday

Silent windows

Ever seen lightsin the nightLittle windowsCurtained or otherwise Spilling lights,Telling talesInocent traitorsof secrets inside Telling allYet holding backHeld back byVaguest of ties Each one lostIn multitudes of lightsHiding, yet being a beaconOf another life Another lifeFull of sorrows and liesCelebrating a happy momentOr a momentous high Each one trappedWith losses and gainor with a dreadofContinue reading “Silent windows”