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
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
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
Mad are blessed to lick the jaggery of life!
The normal people normally fails because they fail to express themselves,
but the mad people never fails because they simply express themselves and living lost in it.
A machine lives a normal life but a man lives a mad life, mad for the purpose
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
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
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.
As long as the light of knowledge fails to enter, the language and its words are just dust...
When the twilight ray from the sun falls on dust, it becomes an awesome phenomenon - Crepuscular rays, just like the lines of a poem.
My dear English, forgive me...
My dear English,
I have heard
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.
Figuring Out, Where I Went Wrong
I felt it was God who helped me,
But it was my parents who helped God.
I felt it was my mother who could accept me,
But it was my father's care that helped her.
I felt my father supports the family,
But it was his love for us.