forever’s hope

and they hacked and they killed ... but humanity never died and we searched  and we prayed ... but it was ourselves we found

A Break From Poetry

As a child, I was sickly and weak. For some reason or the other, I had been through several different schools, though not due to misbehavior (!) All this made me an introvert and books were my best friends. At that age I simply knew I wanted to be an author like Enid Blyton. If only … Continue reading A Break From Poetry

a mound of earth

i am simply a speck of dust but observe for a minute i am made with patterns symmetry of body regularity of breath a doodled mind a distinct design in the architecture of creation evolving with erratic errors through which i drift towards the peaks of my patterns vales turn into victories a composition of creation i am … Continue reading a mound of earth

innocent eyes

innocent eyes belie latent mischievous intent windows of the soul stained by the instinct to survive *** if only we could transcend our own need to survive recognise that others too, need to survive perhaps we could all survive together perhaps we could take each other beyond the mediocrity of survival

turn back

it's only because you never turn back that you believe you are all alone

Here and There

I know I will get there I have no idea where there is All I know is I have to start from here

The Spirit of a True Leader

It burns me that despite all the education we are exposed to and progress we have made, today we sorely lack decent leaders. One cannot lead a people they have no connection with. Connection is not formed by name, blood, fame or wealth but by empathy, decency and a sense of justice. I have said … Continue reading The Spirit of a True Leader

The Poetry of Laughter

Whatever you are doing...STOP! Right now! Take a 10 minute break and watch this video to the end. Why? you ask. Because you need to, I say :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whAFLhSWdsA does laughter require a language and would a smile need subtitles? uncomplicate your understanding with prideless power spread the contagious clarity yes... it is that easy … Continue reading The Poetry of Laughter

Awake

Now I lay me down to sleep Im praying for wisdom To know that All I know Is that I know nothing Only then I will truly be awake

beyond indulgence

beyond indulgence of imagination lies an unimaginable void where silence is not an absence of sound but stillness of thoughts