Category Archives: spiritual
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
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. Continue reading
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
No strategies, its my life
when I fail in my endeavours, they say I am not practical
but why do I plan a strategy, I am not a political animal
so what if success doesn’t come to me in an open platter
thought hope is not a strategy, for me it really does matter
I may lose to contemporaries, but that won’t hurt me at all
as I don’t have much expectations, my ambitions are small
failures never get to my heart, the success not on my head
and I will keep trying it my way till I am completely dead
so, if I will not find my love, my love may find me someday
I may not be there fully, but I am closer than I was yesterday
the real shocks
when people have enough material to ease you
and you don’t get provoked, they get the shock
when the people are jealous of your success
you don’t pay heed to them, they get the shock
when people laugh at you when you fell down
but you stand up smiling, they get the shock
when people dig grave and you are trapped
but you don’t lose your cool, they get the shock
when you fail in your endeavors, others joy
and you too join their gang, they get the shock
when there is no one standing to speak truth
you stand up alone resolute, they get the shock
why to blame the electricity for all the shocks
when truth is electrifying and honesty rocks
the reward
where did all the words suddenly go
I can relate your reply in just yes or no
we had a big array of thoughts bartered
the endless strings of words exchanged
the impressions on keyboard vanished
the mouth dried, the tongue desiccated
the nights over brimming with radiance
the time running fast to its brilliance
and then suddenly there was this thud
feelings battered, the dreams shattered
only to find myself all alone, crestfallen
the heart obliterated, the eyes swollen
now I wonder in a state of painfulness
is this the reward for my responsiveness