fiction and poetry, Heart, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry, Tears


shining mirrors
literally a dozen of them
or maybe hundred
stacked against each other
as I walk past them,
with the grey sky above
I see two worlds
two realities,

In one there is merry all around
people are happy,
children are happy,
the weather is beautiful
the animals are running

In the other,
people are fighting
children are crying
the earth is dying
the animals are killed

but which of them is a vision made
of glass
and which is the astounding existing

what you choose to see
in either of them
will be the reality
the rest would be a vision
which would be shattered
like it always has been.

Poems, Poetry



I see the world,
as a huge library,
stacked together,
With people as books,
Each one different,
each one worth knowing,
to know everything,
you cannot remain in the shelves,
you are not confined to,
be the book every avid reader wants to read,
be the avid reader every book wants,
and never ever judge a book by it’s cover.

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Desire, Freehand Writing, Imagine, india, Life, Poems, Poetry, Random thoughts, Stories, Writings


When was the last time,
you actually wandered,
when you wanted to,
with just the soul,
for seeing the stars,
for facing the tide,
for the rainbows,
that never hide,
for paths that tell a story,
for mornings of glory,
for people you never met,
for stories you never heard,
for love never felt,
for knowing yourself,
like you never did,
if you ever want to,
then do it for sure ,
without a purpose,
without seeing the time,
without remembering people you knew.
wander to know,
not the places,
but the places you belong to,
wander to know,
not people,
but the person
in the mirror.