Silence is a weapon to kill hollow words. I see them shrink and shrivel in fearful anticipation of meaning - being hurled at them- being disrobed of fanciful costumes- while their inertia will expose much-dreaded emptiness. There is no body or soul beneath the clothes - farcical judgements …. Music Challenge #33 … Continue reading Farcical
विषाद भरा यह मन मेरा :
नोंच लूँ आसमाँ के तारे तमाम
नोंच लीं थीं तुमनें जैसे ख़ुशियाँ मेरी
तोड़ डालूं इस घर के शीशे सभी
तोड़ दिए थे तुमने जैसे सपने मेरे
जला डालूं इस जहाँ के वुजूद को
जलाती हो ज्यों हिज्र की आग में
मिटा दूँ अपनी हर उम्मीद-ए-ख़ुशी
मिटा दीं जैसे तुमने सब यादें मेरी
सोचता हूँ
जीत जायेंगें मेरे ये ख्वाब-ओ-ख्याल
या बचा लेगी मुझे अच्छाई मेरी
In response to:Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 49
“Looks like some idiots have bitten off more than they could chew…” I chuckled, “there are shreds of soap strewn on the floor.” “What are you upto, Emily?” The husband sounded irritated. “I kept cheese-flavoured soap on the rack, and rat poison with it.” “I am not sure about rat response. But bathroom floors do … Continue reading Intention
I read somewhere that wildfires occur to destroy the weeds in the forest, and the existing trees become manure to emergence of new life. The same cannot be said about the impact of natural disasters on civilisation. We have no system to differentiate between the weeds and trees, or accept the reduction of a tree to … Continue reading Grand design
I fold a paper, spill ink and water on it, and fold it again. The pattern does not make sense. So, I take a gel pen and some pencils to embellish the pattern. My artistry looks good to me, and it is not half as complex as what this Rorschach fellow does. Maybe, he needs … Continue reading Artistry
to revel in joy of being renewal of existence new wax sticks melt and merge with the ones been there before, bow in gratitude to gifts of time, discovering hidden layers by discarding boundaries, having spread light to cut through darkness. Lessons to learn! Saturday Mix- Same same but different Same Same But Different … Continue reading Remolding
vomiting discomfort unpleasant memories creates space to breathe fresh and imbibe newness in the world SoCS
I came across an interesting article on ghosts today, as if on cue from the universe. I have done a slightly different version of an Erasure poem. The prose constitutes of excerpts taken from the source article, without disturbing the order of words or meaning. The poetry (in italics) has been added by me to … Continue reading Different Perspectives
What is it that lives inside our bodies, and drives our actions? Is it a god, a monster or a ghost?
I think that within us are elements of each of the above.
As humans, we are susceptible to emotion, and we can swing as easily as the wind can change direction.
We are also very greedy which suggests an overinflated perception of ourselves.
We are one of many on this earth, yet so many of us believe the universe revolves around our particular needs. Maybe that is the epitome of being human.
I know I have demons inside of me. When life is tough, I hear my ‘unworthy demon’ at work trying to convince me of the futility of my thoughts and actions. This demon held court within me for a long time, but in the most part, I have been able to shuffle him off into a quiet…
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