She travels once again Like a seasoned time traveler Across deep seas and golden dunes In a fearless search Of some passionate work And a ‘perfect’ love. And here she seeks, Continuously, In carefree abandon Like an adorable princess In a distant kingdom An ever charming source of completeness. And in all the graceful flow
When I am half awake In drowsy sleepiness By my glass pane I see nothing but brown autumn leaves Sing freely A million lullabies In an ever rustling chorus Of crystal happiness, I see you. And the heavenly droplets In dew drops like cherry berries, Hanging from every tree Start dancing A timeless waltz Of
It is so quiet in the inside In the stillness of the mid night hour I hear nothing but myself In the emptiness of time and drowsily I see faintly, A singular streak of Silver moonshine Play silently upon the Somber pleated curtains Aimlessly, incoherently, Around Dark shades of dark darkness. But there is no
Where are you now My friend Oblivious to all the noise Around your boisterous life Tucked quietly In your study Spying the Miniaturist In a spurious eastern court ? Where are you now My friend Withering in pain Holding onto nothing much While the young physio Plays merrily with your broken wrist With undue attention
There seems a quiet calm Around the departure lounge As everyone is snugly settled In their own little spaces Waiting for the final goodbye Across frosted glass panels And large spaces of empty air All Contended with their final buy, of Chocolate dates, Strawberry perfumes, And blueberry malts Bought off the discount shelfs In a
For P and Q two little orange goldfishes, In a colorful Translucent bowl Life goes round and round In endless circles Of jovial delight Playing hide and seek Seek and hide, Around little shells Tirelessly Relentlessly Nibbling each other’s Gills In playful thrills Till day turns night And night day In timeless rotation They travel
Isn’t she lovely That lonely little rose Standing all by herself Swaying by the breeze Of emptiness Isn’t she pretty That singular little rose Playing all by herself Dancing to the music Of completeness Isn’t she wild That tiny little red rose Blooming all by herself Bathing in the sunshine Of white happiness Isn’t she
It’s hazy outsideAs the glass skyscrapers yawn in languid aweAnd the first streaks of broken sunshinePeeps through the distant dunesI see nothing beyondThe loneliness ahead in our lives…Running sad rivulets,Along my fading memories.But then I stare,At this adorable young lady,Sitting across my roadside table,Cross legged and fancy freeIn the spring of her youthDemurely,Sipping coffee,In slow
It may be worthwhile to spend some time in trying to find out if life has any significance at all. Not the life one leads, because modern existence has very little meaning. One gives intellectual significance to life, a theoretical , theological , intellectual or mystical meaning to it, one tries to search out a
