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!

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.

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

Garbage from a polluted mind

Do you like visiting a historical museum or an archaeological site? Many of us may not and many just wonder why people spend their time and money in seeing things which people say ‘were used by the historical figures earlier’. Whether it is the dress worn by the kings or the gun, or the vessels, the throne, the crown, the equipment, the cushion, the locks etc. all these can tell the current generation how we have been evolved over the years. These historical things are the testimony of it.

the irony called life

oh…the time just flies like anything

the train of the months passes with a zing

the beads of dates change in second

the unit of time quite hard to be reckoned

the sprint towards the death is faster

the changing calendars spelling disaster

every year flaunts and runs away fast

how long will this weakening body last?

what for we have ascended on this earth?

what is the real motive of this birth?

where is the peace for this wandering soul?

what is our mission, what is our goal?

yesterday we were kids now we are parenting them

and soon tomorrow our kids will be the parents

the shift in the roles is sweet though sore

we keep moving till the edge and more

till we are out of this game of existence

and then, there will neither be presence nor absence

the life bubble

they say life is a bubble, let it be

at least colourful world I can see

the bubble may burst some day

till then let me live my life my way

God has blown this bubble for us

let no one try to prick it or crush

the bubble may float up or down

we may feel happy or may frown

but the bare fact of the life is clear

till bubble lasts cheer without fear

quartet of life

the human life too is a sort of quartet

starts with sunrise, ends with sunset

the stage of being  infant is heavenly

being God like physically and mentally

and then the stage of being a naive kid

getting seasoned by the worldly bid

then comes the adulthood so mature

the love for life  peaks though unsure

this stage if the real  root of all evils

the rise of offenders the rise of rebels

and then comes the door to the heaven

old age with lots of accrued frustration

one lives daily prepared to meet death

holding on to feeble trembling breath

but music of this quartet is so hypnotic

it is so captivating enchanting and exotic

let us feel the music of life from the heart

and learn to live life’s each and every part