Thursday, 14 December 2017
The Silent Observer
Friday, 6 October 2017
LIFE
Life,
A breath
That screams in welcome,
Yet a lonely sigh that quietly pass trailing behind streams of tears.
A treachous trap
Of vanity and vice
A wisp of smoke
Fading from the grips of grit and stronghold
Beyond the will and might.
Life,
A strangled thread of breath
Clasped in the wrinkled fists of souls
Disappearing slowly like the withered leaf blown away by winds,
Crumbling silently
Numb and frozen
Asunder in the arms of dust.
Life,
Fleeting as a moment in the blink of an eye
Temporal and fragile
A beauty ceasing as the season
The glorious gaze of the shadow, peering through the curtains of mortality,
A glimpse of a sombre existence, on a dreary winter in the mirrors in dark.
Unfathomable
Incomprehensible by hypothesis of intelligence
Simple yet convincing
Flawed though empowering
A metaphor of mirth and sorrow
An unexplained mystery
A fight
Fret hard with creased brows.
An irrevocable fate,
The smile of approbation resigning in revel or discontent.
Life a gasp of magic
A canvas of colours and emotions, dull and bright
A mistress mean
Tutoring the secret wisdom gained beyond obscurity and solitude.
Life,
A poignant misery of despair and pain
As expectancy sails on the tides of melancholy
Chasing a myriad of dreams
Falling and rising in the waves of uncertainties
Struggling to reach the shores...
With frail hearts carrying the weights
That drown them deeper
Empty, restless seeking an abode,
Searching relentlessly
A resting place
For the tired and weary soul
Captive in a prison
Scorched by cares and avarice
Life is a fleeting slideshow of illusions, dreams, images and ultimately, redundancy.
Infinite, permanent and all pervading.
The only truth there is.
While everything lures is just mere derivative.
Life
An existence beyond the hypocrisy flowing through the arteries of existence.
Beyond purpose
Beyond the evil of ignorance and hate
Beyond the gossamer veils of mortality and morality. Something transcending the boundaries of the apparent and the visible.
Life,
Transient yet immortal
A journey embarked by transcendence.
Saturday, 16 September 2017
खोया है वो
वो गुम है दुनिया की भीड़ में
ना जाने क्या खोजता रहता हैं
भुल आया है
शायद कुछ अपना
जो अब बेगानो मे दुंढ़ता है
जाने वो क्या है
जो बेचन है उसका यह दिल
क्या गम छिपाये रखा है
जो यूँ खामोश नाखुश जी रहा है
रफ्तार से दौड़ती जिन्दगी
कल लगती थी जानी पेहचानी
आज जिन्दगी है शायद कोई जेसे अजनबी
और वो एक अकेला गुमनाम सा राही
भूल आया वो शायद मंजिल
निकला था कभी खोजने वो जिसका पता
आज पता है
लेकिन पुराना
पुराना शहर
पुरानी इमारतें
वही पुरानी गलिया
लेकिन अफ़सोस है कुछ भी पहले सा नही
टूटे आएने मे तलाशता है आज खुद को वो
दुन्दला अक्स भी जेसे अब नज़र आता है पराया
क्या हूँ मैं?
क्यों हूँ मैं?
है उलझन मन और ना जाने कितने सवाल
हाँ दुंढ़ता है कुछ वो
शायद आज भी
जिसे खोया था उसने इसी दुनिया की भीड़ में
हाँ खोया है वो
उसने कुछ खोया है
जो खोया है
क्यों हैं आज खुद वो ।
--Sybil Samuel
Wednesday, 20 July 2016
Till we meet again... Part~2
PART ~ 2
The cool morning breeze ruffled Sam's hair... He removed his loafers and decided to stride barefoot on the damp beach sands...
The sun glittered a blushing pink & orange across the horizon...
He turned his gaze towards the beaming morning sun, his eyes closed, he sighed deeply...
The foamy sea waves came chasing the shores, he half smiled as they touched him and left his feet wet...
He soon realized someone was watching him. From the corner of his left eye, his mind could impress an image of a girl, standing, staring him from a distance.
He turned, his pulse racing now... His lips parted,he stared unblinking... The familiar light lavender fragrance wafted through his nose... She looked familiar too... He tried to call her name but his lips wouldn't work.
She suddenly turned. Sam walked towards her but paused, he noticed someone approaching her, a tall guy, his eyes beaming bright, smiling at her... Sam's heart began to pound as he saw his fingers laced through hers, their eyes were locked... he leaned in to kiss...
"No..." Sam felt like he was choking. "Jenny..." He tried hard but no sound came, his lips quivered... He stood gasping, breathing heavily... The floor had suddenly fallen out from under his feet...
He screamed loudly "Jenny..."
"Jenny..." He awoke from the dream and sat on the edge of his bed. Still gasping, his forehead damp with sweat...
"Hell... Horrible Nightmare..."
7.55 am he glanced at his Rado and quickly picked out a tie to match his navy blue blazer. His dark hairs neatly combed, shirt looked freshly ironed, Sam was athletic build, as impressive as his power dressing, a hardworking ant, too charming yet he maintained a low profile for himself.
He reclined on one of the dining chairs, his mind distracted by the dream... He looked anxious, a bit tensed... It was too painful to think about the past.
He sat in silence and turned the fork in his hands. "You seem lost?!"- His mother touched his shoulders and sat on a chair beside him.
"No... I'm here..." -- he turned towards her and replied.
"Hmm... I'm really worried for you"-- his mother slowly muttered, her brows creased.
Sam coiled the pasta around his fork and took a big bite.
"Mom... You don't have to."
Suddenly a gruffy noise echoed in the hall. The four pawed, dark chocolate Labrador barked and entered the hall...
Sunday, 27 September 2015
THERE IS A STORY....
There is always a Story... behind a face...
Wednesday, 23 September 2015
Wish for a Star...
Little girl me, was once staring out the night sky... the dark blanket full of sparkling stars, they appeared as beautiful diamonds to me.
//The Goodbyes//
They never told us how difficult a goodbye could be... When you see your loved ones waving behind the entry point, trying hard not to cry...
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They never told us how difficult a goodbye could be... When you see your loved ones waving behind the entry point, trying hard not to cry...
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It was unlike a wish Half believing yet defeated of hope Struck by the chance of the cosmos Aligning unlikely the desires, That sought t...
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they found a body breathing with lungs full of nothingness hands tied to the oppressions of the age his eyes blankly staring at the silence...