बात तो अब बहुत पुरानी है इक खोए हुए वक्त की रवानी है बहता था वो शख़्स हर उस हवा की साथ पहुँचाती जो भी उसकी फ़रियाद दूआओं के साथ के बस परिन्दों-से ख़याल मिलें ख़ाली आसमानों में उड़ते उड़ते वरना रख़ा ही क्या है ज़मीन की मोहब्बतों के साथ।
The day I miss you
Wrote this years ago. Those were the days when passions ran very high and I was still not exposed to the nefarious ways of the world. When the world and the people in it had still not corrupted my mind. When my likings were pursued by me with pure passion. Can’t believe I found this!
A Thing called Hope
Those times of chaos, when, your mind’s berated.That wilderness grows, overpowering,You venture about, lost, misdirected,Deeper in the woods;Deeper! Steeper! But beware, the deeper you go,more the light fadesand the gloom transcends,from that foreboding moderate,to the despondent melancholy.The fire foes out,the ashes remain, smouldering. But fear not, O’ brave heart,the ashes will smolder,Forget, and on.Cease them,…
What is Life?
They say that life is all this, and more, And one faces all these above, But to be wise is a rarer gift, And rarer is to act on it.
Immortal Talks – A Book Review
“Are you aware that you are not a body? You have a body.” chorused the elder Mahtangs. Introduction: GENRE: Spirituality AUTHOR: Shunya PAGES:160 YEAR OF PUBLISH: 2017 Mahtangs (better known as Mathangs) are the tribal people residing in the forests of Mount Piduru in Sri Lanka. This tribe, similar to the sentinelese, choose to be cut off from…
सब चुप क्यों हैं?
(कल्पना करिए आप 12-15 वर्ष पहले के भारत में हैं। जैसे जैसे मैं समय में आगे बढूंगा आप समझते जाएंगे) रोज़ाना चलते जीवन के यापन में, सब चुप क्यों हैं? अंतर्द्वंद के स्थापन से भी, सब चुप क्यों हैं? सर उठा कर देखते हैं जब लोग, पता लगता है कि रास्ते तो अब खाली…
A Fool still in Love
Every time and again you love me, you say, I light up then, like a warm summer’s day. In the minutes that come, I am like a kid, so full of joy and having fun. That fun is so much more than you think, it is blissful, joyous, serene, cheery, sprightly, exuberant. I pop a smile…
Is a poet not a poet unless he is known? Or unless his name, upon the carcass of a tree, Blinding, in golden letters beautifully shone? Is he not someone, to lead with might, and raise a din of soundless voice, to address every whim in the world’s plight? It is said, ‘The pen is…
A Christmas Miracle
This Christmas let us all remember not the santa claus flying in the sky and bearing gifts, not the christmas tree decorated in the comfort of our homes, not the carols being sung in the churches and not the christmas movies. Let us remember the brave souls who cannot afford these luxuries, who are not…
I miss you then
Whenever newer events arise, I miss you silently in disguise. Disguise of an empty smile, sometimes crooked, mindless all the while. When I wake to the chirping sounds, outside my window, all around. Breaking away from your dreams All I long then is to hear, your soft whispers in my ear, your gentle coaxing for…