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.
“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… Continue reading Immortal Talks – A Book Review
(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… Continue reading सब चुप क्यों हैं?
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… Continue reading A Fool still in Love
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… Continue reading The Poet
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 there partying in any of the festivals of any of the so many religions in our country, who cannot sit idle with a moment of rest, who do not get gifts because they are far away from their homes, just so we can have these moments of joy. Let's remember the brave soldiers of our country who make our celebrating possible.
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… Continue reading I miss you then
For those who are sad, in despair, giving up or just disappointed and discouraged. This will help and give you strength, you might be able to relate at least a few lines to your own life. When crossroads came and I had to, I always chose the hardest of them all, they bent me in those… Continue reading Fearless
I wrote this some time back. Though the situation is very different now, the feeling was worth writing about. A warm summer's sweet delight, closer, looking in her eyes, sitting huddled in the sand, beside the tides, earth's heaving sighs. Passions high, entangled limbs, kisses balmier than a rose's lips. Sunset, dusk and moonlit… Continue reading Embrace
Oh! How exquisite are the flowers! How enthralling their smell! that wafts with the breeze. How poised is the moon! gleaming above, full with beauty, hooking the heart with such an ease. In the moonlight there stood she, a hand outstretched, lazily, towards me, a wounded battle-scarred young man which shook of terrible aches of… Continue reading Mine?