The Awakening

Winter had to leave.
Spring is too promising
to be buried
under f00t of
dead-white snow.

Greens wake up
after a long long slumber
and so do the song birds.
The chill air gives way
to warm breeze
purifying the atmosphere
with life within and without.

That's the power
of faith.
The secret
of universe unfolds.

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A Short Tale

A birth. A dream. A search. A love. A reality. A realization. A devotion. A death.

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Waiting

Still moon, empty nights,
A lonely owl hoots unheard;
Gentle breeze, whispering trees,
A lonely soul cries unseen;
Falling leaves, chill air,
All are me waiting for you.


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Random Existences

the dead has once again stirred...
with call of the mountains in the heart..
song of the seas in the soul...
a restless spirit awaits the vision.
Till then eyes reach out to the skies...
breath flies over the seas...
a sigh leaves the voice
wanting to break free
to natures' arms.
the dead stirs....

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The Other Truth

The thrashing truths, the scorching pains,
The mounting losses, the skimpy gains,
The misty dream, the distant call,
The flimsy mirage, the silent fall,
Reminds whoever you may be
Life is karma, life is destiny.

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One Reality and Hundred Dreams

One reality is people leave.
No matter how hard you try they leave. You want them to understand that sometimes you are not that strong, that bold, that courageous - still they leave . You try hard this time to save the relationship - still they leave .
You suffocate in pain - they dont come back. You scream in anguish - they dont come back. You hope they understand - they dont come back.
Memories stay with hundred dreams.

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The Dream Spinner

City lights shine. Rain flows down the window pane. The flow traps the color of the lights. Yellow. Red. Green. Occasionally, a thunder lights up the sky and an abode of dreams. Blue.

A dream-spinner looks outside, through the haziness. Haziness in the eyes and the window pane. Blurred visions rise and fall, like the lights on the window pane. Shadows come and go like the lightning above. The thunder shakes the roots. Its dark inside, but the city lights, play in the dark walls like a kaleidoscope of many colorful dreams. The dream-spinner tries to spin many a dream with the colors. But the colors play on their own.

Dreams. Red. Yellow. Green. Blue. Sometimes grey. But always colorful.

Only reality is black and white.

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Friendship and Love

Friendship: the state of being attached to another by affection or esteem; a favored companion.

Love : strong affection another; affection based on admiration, benevolence or common interests; warm attachment, enthusiasm or devotion, and unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another .

Can love survive without friendship? Can friendship live without love? Both are a part of the same coin. Relationships, specially the ones between lovers/spouses die not because of death of love but because of disappearance of friendship. When affection vaporizes, the heart is but an organ. And organs do not have the capacity to feel anything, leave aside the warmth of love.

Of course the love for your friend will be quite different from the love for your lover, but its all a matter of degrees. Perhaps here in the second case, comes the element of physical attraction to begin with but in the end just this factor alone cannot make love survive. Our everyday existence is overflowing with instances of this. Man is a feeling animal. He is a spiritual being. He thrives on emotional attachment. That’s why two machines cant stay forever together. They detach.

Before being a lover, be a friend. Before being a spouse be a friend. Before falling in love, rise in friendship. Love might make the world go around; but Friendship will make love come full circle as if each moment with him/her is like the first “hello”!

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