Sunday Musing: Loneliness becomes the new normal As seasons change ever faster
SUNDAY MUSING: The ability to see the invisibility... Through our dreams and visions uncovers tomorrow's mystery
SUNDAY MUSING: I sleep to the storm and I wake up to it ... The smell of mildew is familiar and stains my clothes... It's days like these the cold always seeps to your bones
A look into the mirror only reflects Face and flesh of our mortal form
In life what we give is what we receive that is what we call karma and none can escape it.
SUNDAY MUSING: The bamboos were dark... The sky was sombre, So also were everybody's faces.
Does the soul indeed finds peace up above and feels utmost satisfaction when the final rituals are conducted and the guests enjoy a lavish spread thereafter?
Most of us, today are the 'hope' of many.
Because I never waited for him to get up.
Hate has taken us too far now and our global village is at risk and we need global humanity.
'Will the arc of our story like the rainbow bend... Back on the intended road to sorrow’s end...'
Pelting my face to a glistening ruby gleam, Rinsing my hair to a gleaming ebony sheen, Soaking my soul like nourishing comfort soups...
And ah the clouds above - White fluffy, seamless puffs Like boats sailing In some celestial sea.
In the dark and the rain, amidst the mocking frogs and the relentless night-bugs I prayed for morning light.
And surely without doubt, We have lost our old world... O Corona!
Even so, time is still alive. Resting on it, who is alive?
On a highway a man shuffles...Five days, three hundred miles...
Food in my mouth flowing... Chemicals and plastics all around... If I am a fish now, I’ll be lost anyhow.
My feet are stuck in the ground providing shelter and shade to weary birds and travellers... I don’t speak much nor complain about the wind...
Better had been my days, Ere you came from nowhere, Now I am no longer what I was...
I am today, The child you showed what precious means. And always precious you will be to me.