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why do I come here?

why do I come here?

to quench the ever-growing longing of literary orgasm

to extinguish my burning desires

to satiate my greed of scholarly wisdom

to let the greats interact with

to let the knowledge show its power

to remain acquiescent

to drink the nectar seeping out of conversant souls

to submerge

to drown

to let the ocean of intelligence release the tsunami

out of the volcanic eruption of the convoluted brains

why do I come here?

to realize the supremacy of the inner self

to convey, to communicate, to connect

to discover and get discovered

to learn how to avoid being offensive

to take away things what human want

to stay human!

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Death-the ultimate truth

Death is the only truth in life. This is very true statement. We all think that we are living to enjoy, to prosper, to achieve fame, to accumulate wealth, to rule the world etc. etc. but the fact is that we all are living just to die another day. Continue reading

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…Should we help others?

contd….from earlier part

Sitting on a railway platform and watching the arrival and departure of the trains is the best pastime one can have. At least for this, one need not have the smart phone or the internet. Since you don’t have to catch a train, you can sit relaxing, perhaps sipping a cup of tea and watch passengers rushing for their seats. The hawkers, the porters, the movement of trains, all make it a carnival like atmosphere around. I enjoy this dynamic atmosphere a lot. Continue reading

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Should we help others?

This straightforward question started troubling my mind when I encountered a situation which is quite common for all.

Recently I had to go to the railway station to pick up my wife as my happy days as forced bachelor were coming to an end with the arrival of my wife from her mother’s place. She always insisted on me picking her up from the station. Possibly she wanted to read my expressions on encountering her after a lull. But I am doubly sure even if the expectations on the expressions were not up to the mark she is not going to catch a return train back home in any case? Continue reading

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tragedy called life

I am burning incessantly

the end appears to be nearing

the energy levels are dying down

sublimation of the body fearing

the soul though has no abode

permanently to stay there

but the existing address is in me

and then to anonymity shall near

I breathe hard to remain alive

but the strength keeps diminishing

my aspirations are young enough

but my actions are retreating

I too have a ticking countdown

to remain in this materialistic earth

 and when the counter reaches zero

my existence shall become unheard

yes, we all are a feeble naught

that can be easily wiped off

whether we do good or bad

the life is always written off

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Happy Freedom

Now that you are a free nation

It is up to you what you choose

The chaos, the famine, the massacre

Or the development, safety, the welfare

The unemployment, dirty politics, the corruption

Or the happiness, standard of living, the education

The fight at the borders or the peace within

Poking at other’s affairs or the self grooming

Yes, now you are a free human

It is up to you what you choose

You may be a traitor or a true patriot

You may curse your nation for every rot

You may criticize the policies, leaders, the nation

Or you may still ask for more and more freedom

You may put the caste, the language above the nation

You may betray your motherland in the name of religion

It is up to you what you choose

First keep yourself in others shoes

Aren’t you misusing your freedom

With overconfidence on your wisdom

Are there obvious signs of enslavement

The mental and intellectual entrapment

Just celebrate the holy spirit of freedom

It is your life, your character, your nation

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Prompts! Missing You!

How will our literary instinct wake up everyday?

How will our writing passion shake up everyday?

The wait for daily prompt was an awaited ritual

To motivate irregulars and make them habitual

To placate the mind with tons of fresh creations

To interact with talented and build the relations

photo challenge made amateurs skilled professionals

to express themselves out as comforted individuals

response to all challenges was quite overwhelming

the community felt alive, energised and self impelling

but now there remains an unending lull and a void

as if clock has stopped ticking and emotions destroyed

all the WordPressers feel cut off and virtually offline

neither the writing is better nor their reading is fine

You left us in the lurch but still we are wishing you

O WordPress prompts! we are terribly missing you