Space for hope always exists inside us. We may not accept it but it sits under the seconds hand of our wrist watch. It is the base upon which time softly yet unknowingly rests.
At the precise moment when the night begins and then it starts turning from yellow or gradient of colours (hope) to blue( void). l watch the sunlight furiously shatter into the calm waters . Did you again hold my unwritten letter against your chest and weep your heart out. Did your tears attempt to erase everything that i couldn’t, that i wasn’t able to write.
writing poetry is an illusion of temporary victory of conquering these escaping emotions and chaining them to words but then the softness of your face appears on the pages of my mind and i realise how I lost again the colours of our skies maybe different but every honey coloured sunset reminds me of your smiles i don’t know if this is a gentle or a crude reminder of our night we use to escape together by hearing breathes more than words . As I try to write your name, the black words dissolve into paper creases. I then desperately hope that the ink spreads in the shape of a miracle map that leads us back to each other.
return to me ! return the colour blue to my veins…
it takes great courage to speak up. Yet at times it takes greater courage to remain silent.
silence does not mean a weakness or acquiescence, because everything cannot be translated into words. Life poses certain strange challenges to us the conflicts that are internal to us – their resolution cannot be outsourced. We have to find solutions and make choices, but with choice also comes responsibility for our reasons, for our decisions.
If someone has resorted to silence it does not implicitly mean lack of courage. take time to observe and understand. Perhaps, sometimes, in silence you may witness an incredible manifestation of someone’s strength.
if you cannot travel the world don’t worry, the best lessons in life are mostly learned at home.
there are the same number of words in the dictionaries of the world that can help me to either reveal or hide myself through these poems.
today i remain somewhere in between of being lost and found. come meet me there.
how often do you fool the mirror with your smile?
Jean-Paul Sartre said “existence before essence” overthrowing the traditional view of the supremacy of essence over existence. in my simplistic view i tried to merge the two. everything that exists is a manifestation of love and love is the essence of everything that exists. love is the only view of my world.
when I look into her eyes, i witness the birth of a star in the cradle of the night. Suno! you are a universe in the shape of love – my essence, my life.
if you are searching for a home perhaps you are knocking at the wrong door open your heart and welcome yourself in.
there is no temporary cure to madness, but there is a permanent one. write poetry. it doesn’t do away with insanity. rather it teaches you how to artistically embrace it as an extension of yourself.
Still , every night i fail to translate my paradise.
if love and hurt are the opposite ends of a rope hold the ends together and turn them into a circle. Where love begins hurt ends. where hurt begins love begins too. who said love has to end?
man is differentiated on his rational ability, but we often forget to align the vastness of our intellect with the infinity that lies in our hearts. intellectual capacity sets us aside. however love acts as a common denominator to remind us of our equality with everything in nature to maintain harmony in our existence.