Category: Life

That Point

And I stood at a point

Where life asked me to

Take a reverse turn.

Season followed its path

Rains washed clean the reminders

The books were neatly stacked.

Missed from the scene for a while

Met the money plant that loved the sill

The sparrow chirped once again.

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Moment

healer

Loving life in myriad colours,

Healing unconditionally…

Life when in doldrums

Serves the unanswered –

Mediate with whom?

Soul or life?

Yet, manipulate not

Birth and death the unanswered….

Time the healer serves unconditionally,

Loving the moment’s myriad of colours.

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Our Stories?

stories

Stories retold

Of prince and princess –

Valour, honour and the victor;

Wars and lives

They chased ….

Stories recreated

Of man and woman –

Emotions, feelings and situations;

Chances and living

They faced ….

Stories reread

Of fictional and non-fictional –

Characters, representation and wonderment;

Idealism or realism,

I pondered.

And our stories?

Realistically conceived,

 Professed, often;

Perceived and construed,

Told, created and read.

Each Soul on a journey,

Unscathed.

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Pursuit

There I take a plunge

From the fancied to the profound

Emancipating in acceptance

I change my perception.

Who and where of soul unscathed

I in pursuit of the divine,

Submit my Self.

There lies the dragonfly!