जीवन की आपाधापी में.. .. pause

Its my firm belief that every soul deserves a great childhood, rest is your own doing, your desires, your beliefs, your karma.

Bless are all those who had a great childhood, full of family and loved ones. Away from muddy minds, corrupted thoughts, malicious feelings, pure as you were.

If you lived in a joined family, great neighbourhood and a peer pressure free childhood, consider yourselves privilege. As a human you can never get these precious experience ever again. 71gc2Z3DDJL._SX679_

निरंतर टूटते इस समाज में, जहाँ संस्कृती एक बिभित्स अंत की ओर अग्रेसर है वहाँ एक परिपूर्ण जीवन एक मृगतृष्णा है‍!

अगर आपका बाल्यकाल अपने प्रियजनो के सानिध्य मे व्यतित हुआहै तो आप इस सामाजिक बिभित्सता का अनुभव कर सकते है।

जैसे कोई वृक्ष,

वर्षो से साक्षी है,

आपके बचपन का,

आपके होने का और ना होने का

पक्षियो के उड जाने का

और खिन्न खडा

नवीन की आस में

आपके भूल जाने का

और कभी याद आने का

ऐसा प्रतीत होता है जैसे

एक अद्भुत पीडा को समय ने बाँध रखा है।

वो सारी आत्माएँ स्तब्ध है, स्तंभित है।

सुनो, अमरत्व जैसा कुछ नही होता,

ये माया मयी कोष है

हमारी भावना का, भय का और प्रेम का

जो सबको

चिरंतन बना देता है।

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Looking at the beautiful childhood, spend with caring people.

It seems that I lived since hundreed years, their experiences became mine.

Like an old tree standing there for years,

It was haunting to see it again !

All those kind souls were around, not visible.

As long as you are part of someone’s emotion, you are immortal.

© S.Anand

Glass slippers

Glass Slippers

glass-slipper

Its midnight

not the night of celebration.

Take the stairs and

runaway

because those are the sounds of cruel.

Healing deception of poison ivy.

You’re the knight

and you’re the prince.

Die like a warrior

and live for the war.

Don’t look for glass slippers

as they are crushed

at the gates of realm.

© S. Anand

Horizon

the-horizon

Shiny glasses on concrete walls

Tiny people on crowded crawls

Haze in the air

choked my voice.

Sounds of nothing

blocked my view.

Many moons waited

and lost on the other side.

Many skies painted eve

on the light.

Somewhere in the air,

on top of the world

I lost my Horizon.

© S.Anand

 

 

 

If only you can read ….. self me !

Mirror of no reflection  By Angeloffallingstars

Mirror of no reflection
By Angeloffallingstars

I have not seen megapixels

but words are my reflection.

Right or left, color and colorless,

views are not on sills !

If you can see,

there at the end of every word,

I’m standing, clear.

If you can read, (there lies my heart),

between the lines !

There is no selfie,

that matches many faces.

If you can read,

at the sound of every word,

there recline, self me !

© S.Anand

Blank Lines

Cannot bear this anymore,

as I have to restore,

More solutions for each riddle,

trying to resolve.

More riddles for possible outcome,

worries to dissolve.

An endless quest with constant decay,

Which lead to eternal stay?

Valley in Kings Canyon By Albert Bierstadt

Valley in Kings Canyon
By Albert Bierstadt

A feeling that grows by days,

truth that hurts !

A life that slowly leading to abandon,

I’m stuck with natural fears;

a promise of alone.

Only reward I have drawn,

dearest precious objective.

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Oh I whisper with my dream,

along countless tears.

I cannot bear this burden,

but have to endure.

An uncompromising compromise trying to decor,

Keeping those couple of lines,

blank and unexplored.

I might find another riddle,

with definite shore !

© S.Anand