Reflections!
What’s really important in life,
Is what I think of ‘me’,
And whether I am able to become,
Own best version of what I can be.
Poems
You must choose your own path to thrive!
She entered her room and touched her head,
Then sat next to her old wrinkled bed.
She held her hand and pressed it tight,
And wished she had the courage to fight.
They sat together, quiet and gloomy,
The little angel and her dying mommy.
The contest of creation!
Walking on bridges from ignorance to innocence.
Enduring pain, sorrows, heartbreaks on the way.
We record all experiences, feelings, reactions,
and one day all that is accumulated shred away.
Rising in the space,
mirroring the formless,
our life on earth is a mandatory illusion,
for evolution of consciousness.
Can We?
The eternal self, dance around the tune of a divine symphony.
A song from beyond, a song with no guilt or infamy.
The author, the verse, the audience, are all composed by the Hand of One.
Where love holds all the songs, where the truth is our freedom!
Tears that Refused to Dry
Every day is filled with the absence;
Of the verses, I cry at night,
I ponder what would happen;
If I bring them out into the light.
बूढ़ी यादें
एक शाख़ पे आके बैठ गया,
कोई, दूर का मुसाफ़िर लगता है;
जाने किस शहर से आया है,
जाने किस शहर को जाएगा।
मुझको तो वो कोई,
जाना पहचाना सा लगता है,
जैसा उससे रिश्ता कोई,
अनजाना सा लगता है।
I am born again
In you,
I am born again,
New and free,
Away from pain
Fears and tears.
I cruise my boat,
In the sea of hope
Towards your soothing shores.
The Reincarnated “Me”
The quiet self,
Trembles in the chain of events,
Going through dim tunnels of memories,
Carved beneath the skin,
To discover the lost faith.
Breakdown
You feel that your hands shiver,
Your heart beats like a drum;
Despite the fact that you can scarcely walk,
You battle the inclination to run.
Anxiety
You could never understand,
The constant agony I feel;
Since in the light of day,
It doesn’t look genuine.
