A wise man had once preached, your past is a guide of your future. He was correct. Often people prefer to sit in solitude and attempt to revisit their reminiscences. Not to just evoke jovial moments of their past, but to seek the direction for their difficulties from the mistakes they executed in their ignorance. And, they successfully surfaces with a solution along with a satisfactory smile stretched over their faces. The answers are always inscribed in the pages of past. All we need is to turn that particular leaf which encloses the required moral.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
A Window To Life
A wise man had once preached, your past is a guide of your future. He was correct. Often people prefer to sit in solitude and attempt to revisit their reminiscences. Not to just evoke jovial moments of their past, but to seek the direction for their difficulties from the mistakes they executed in their ignorance. And, they successfully surfaces with a solution along with a satisfactory smile stretched over their faces. The answers are always inscribed in the pages of past. All we need is to turn that particular leaf which encloses the required moral.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Travelling In Rain
A bone-cracking jolt brought me to sense,
Coolness, I felt as the air was condense;
Sudden awaken by the pothole, I was dismay,
I just don’t know what to say.
Little
fleeting streams veined over the windows,
Howling chilled air battered me like many arrows;
Amazed by the blurred world of green and gray,
I just don’t know what to say.
Howling chilled air battered me like many arrows;
Amazed by the blurred world of green and gray,
I just don’t know what to say.
Turned
around I looked to the passengers,
Few eyes brightened, few deep in slumbers;
Innocent smiles danced on kids faces with gay,
I just don’t know what to say.
Few eyes brightened, few deep in slumbers;
Innocent smiles danced on kids faces with gay,
I just don’t know what to say.
For
a heartbeat everything turned to white,
A rumble groaned after the flash of light;
The roof tickled in melody, owe to the spray,
I just don’t know what to say.
A rumble groaned after the flash of light;
The roof tickled in melody, owe to the spray,
I just don’t know what to say.
Drizzle
went on till the clouds parted,
Curious, I glanced out whenever the bus halted;
Hours passed while end neared the way;
Still...I don’t know what to say.
Curious, I glanced out whenever the bus halted;
Hours passed while end neared the way;
Still...I don’t know what to say.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Saturday, May 4, 2013
The Starving Winds
All my life I thought about one thing
–Myself. You could call me a selfish or an egotistic, and believe me, I was.
Then came a change, a series of incidents that turned me into a dream-chaser, a
sailor, a merchant, a prisoner, a puppet, a fighter and a hope for my family,
whose lives were cursed by nature and tormented by an intoxicated king.
Let’s
begin this tale with the night when I left my home. The reason was simple; I
had my own dreams while my father’s were different. Once at dinner, the debate
for my future broke out. As expected my mother was at his side but I knew she
too didn’t want me to get involve in royal affairs. “Those politicians are
multi-masked people. No one knows what they think. They will smile at you,
greet you and even celebrate with you. But when you turn around, they’ll never
miss a chance to incise a knife in your back,” she always told me. The dispute ended as I left my half-eaten
dinner. I was so annoyed that even the scrumptious cuisine of my mother
flavoured tasteless. I hurried to my room and dropped myself on the bed.
Whether it was my determination or ignorance, I didn’t know, at mid-night I
decided to leave the city.
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