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Whats, Whys & Whens

Life was always surprising and wonderful that it was vague all the way... But still I am curious, anxious... holding to my doubts and notions while watching its play! Whats, Whys & Whens What is the role of efforts in a life? When everything is fixed, already For what purpose do I hold my hope? When

Rama as I know…

From the ancient ages, offering chants were considered as the holiest activity of all. Chants represent the pulse within oneself and it takes to the experience beyond the barriers of physical existence. It has to be understood that chanting is neither material nor spiritual; instead, an instant sachet sample of fulfilment that

A Poet’s Wastebasket…

For an idea to fit in a poem that fills the hearts, the concept must come out in a tune... A piece of fresh idea in tune becomes a verse and rhymeless concepts to the wastebasket! A Poet's Wastebasket... It's beautiful but not observed, It's really wonderful but unnoticed, It speaks about crucial, but not

Ivormadom, a station of solidified peace…

The source of pleasure is peace, every single piece of beauty is the result of peace, universe dwells in peace, the pulse of nature is peace But there are places where the presence of peace can be felt at a higher intensity as if we can touch it... Ivormadom, a station of

Words… can never hurt me

Words are capable of wounding almost every human hearts But these words will be capable of transforming emotions only if they are allowed to do so, if they are repeated so powerfully in mind. The words can't affect much on a body that has suffered harder hits and traumas because the focus

Let me rain…

Nature expresses itself in its fullest in the most harmonious way and we call it - rain... Let me rain... I was just holding all the way, Struggling the whole summer, Not to reach the skies and stars, Just to touch and feel the ground. Let me express myself just, Let me scale my gale first Being so

Where I left my fear?

Fear is nothing but something that tells us we have something to lose, If something we're afraid to lose is lost, the flow of life becomes effortless in its own way... Where I left my fear? I was a kid, a creamy kid And I too was afraid of the dark and death. I felt

Hope you read this…

Hope you read this... My dear father, I can't say "thank you" Because I owe even my life to you. I can't say "sorry" Because you have never kept my mistakes in mind. I can't say "goodbye" Because you have already left me. I can't say "see you" Because I don't know if I could see you When I'm dead. I


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