A POET'S DWELLING PLACE

A poet's dwelling place

Worn out tables
Writhing chairs

An old lamp
Sweetly damp

Flickering dimly
 But with grace
Windows wrecked
Spider’s web

Walls engraved
Heart’s content


Need an ear
Just to hear

Papers float
Diaries choked


Shabby room
Flowers bloom
A poet's dwelling place

Smell of verse
 Rhythm of word s
 Soulful lines
Smothered with wine

Beauty within
Life goes in

Source of joy

A poet's dwelling place

 Coffee mug
Shabby but snug
Some sluggish tales
 A poet’s dwelling place 

Soulful lines
joyous vibes
Some cherished tales
 Yet to be told…
That’s the beauty
Of the place
An eye for it
An ear to hear
 A heart to embrace

Poet’s dwelling place

life is precious: Whispers from heart

life is precious: Whispers from heart

Whispers from heart

 
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My mystic soul lends an ear to the lovely song I sing for you!

The love was born to be united with your heart, my heart still beats for you but the beat is steady.

As life grows so does my love for you, the yearning is there but it’s more serene.

Life has given me my loved one for whom I used to pray, life has given me the sole essence to be gay… another heart for whom my heart always yearned, it’s found its way to thy heart!

For you I leave the world apart, it’s you, you dear for whom I live everyday, its you, you dear for whom I smile and immerse myself in the holy ray!!

Life has changed…. my heart sings with its mystic soul    happily ...........in the peaceful abode!

It’s easy to smile these days as tears have found their own resting place.

They lie down happily in their safe haven…

The gentle stroking of the brush of love in the canvass of life creates a complete art.

Blissful and heavenly….if paradise exists, it must be here.

My heart yearns… yearns for you!

Keep the yearning as it makes me feel alive…

Pushes me to that enchanting dive…

In the sea of love where life is a thing of beauty and joy forever!!!

What’s your hobby???

The uniqueness of pursuing a hobby or passion is that you tend to utilise

a lot of your time in a constructive pursuit...Now days the complexities of our lives hardly allows one to pursue this path where creativity and passion gives shape to something which is wonderful and definitely creates some kind of positive character in oneself subconsciously or consciously.

It generally reveals that people take on to their hobbies or passions either when they are small or when they grow old but does that mean that, that’s the phase of life which permits one to be with one self or realize that talent.

Every individual have the instinctive character of possessing some kind of hobby or passion but with times those moments of joy fades away because the intricacies of life instigates one to take refuge in some kind of easy diversion where the mind can get instant stimulation …..and one drifts apart from their passions but allowing yourself once in while to immerse in your passion or hobby is not a bad idea.

One fine Sunday morning if you wake up and just make a cup of coffee and engross your mind in those childhood passions, it definitely would help you to come over some stress in your life, those few moments would promise some hours of adulterated fun and the best part will be you will be to yourself, the individualism of your own self might have  been buried amidst the hustle bustle of life…..may be a fine stroke with your favourite brush….definitely those amazing colours might fill some colours in your mundane life, or just taking up the guitar which had been lying under the shelf for years talking to itself just striking the chord might take you to those forgotten melodies which has not been heard since years or might be reading a nice book from the shelf….and who knows you might still have that charm in your sweet voice which has settled down in the remotest corner with absolutely no hopes of humming a tune, its  been  on its own world where sweet melodies have not been heard since years.

So life can promise some wonders with those hobbies which was once a topic of your paragraphs “What’s your hobby”??.... Written with those small hands in your notebook some years ago…

A few of those Non- recovery things in life!!!

Last week a small incident happened and it made me contemplate over a few

basic things…is anything indispensable in this world…??

The incident was that  my 5 and half yr old daughter was all ready to go to school suddenly she was all in her tears….reason was  that she could not find her school bag…in which she had her home-work copy and a story book.

So, on my way I was just consoling her that she would definitely get it in her school but for once I thought to myself that if not then what??

 But my mind just consoled me and I tried seeking for other alternatives, well in that case…a new school bag, fresh home-work copy and a new story book that’s it….so there was a solution to this problem. Recoveries of these items were possible and that consoled me.

So there was an option…life has options, nothing is indispensable…as long as it is those worldly things…once u lose… u can get it…be it good or better!! But if you contemplate on this thought a little deeper, u get to dive into a stronger revelation…Can we secure everything??….Not all things can be recovered once u miss it…so hold onto things which are so worthy that u can never find alternatives….those small things might never have a recovery!!!

Newbury ....through my eyes!

Newbury-Through my  eyes!

A small English town ….in the south western part of England…where peace and tranquillity have made their own abode. Life walks at a much indolent pace unlike a big city.

Typically, English weather prevails here with cloud and rain playing hide and seek…the summers are good with a few hot days to bring some joys in the lives of the dwellers.

Had read about those ale houses and those pristine swans which had been inspiration to many writers and poets….as they were the angels on earth…. so have fed those angels with some bread…have been to the ale houses where the  old lonely English man was in no hurry to gulp his beer…as he had ample of lazy hours to himself…have seen those boats in the canal where a few of the families or couples have made their safe haven, sailing here and there and just taking themselves out on rare occasions…..the strangest people yet happy people who live in water,….sail across….and make merry at night…awake in the morning….and another place…. another…destination!!

The stony pavements…..the small shops selling those hot pastries and cakes smells invigorating….inviting you inside to have a munch…the farmers market selling all those fresh things and the artifacts….the street musicians impeccably playing their tunes and I bet they have all the perfection…everybody so cheerful, so happy….moving in their own pace….the bells toll every day at the same time to complement the surroundings and life goes on….well, not to despise the old fisherman who sits and keeps his fishing rod hooked only to be greeted by some big catch someday…it's his hope which keeps him going, ....Newbury is a place like this… I had always read in my books… I had always fantasized  about…the small trivialities of the beautiful town attracts many peace loving people to stay here and relish some solitary hours amidst the woods and nature far away from the maddening crowd!

The Ultimate Realization!

Every single day I woke up and say to myself that ...

Every single day I woke up and say to myself that "it's a short life, may it be happy, may it be blissful, and may it have all the happiness!". But life has to go through much more than happiness and bliss. The darker side of life has always made my heart search for those answers which are unanswered.

No logic, no explanations and no theory have been able to give a satisfactory answer. Every single moment we are planning out new things, new enterprises, making plans of the unseen tomorrow and building sandcastles for the future but the irony is… do we exactly know what's there in store for us??

Life is flowing, life is moving, incapable of understanding its own destination where it ends. Death, the inevitable waits for us ..........can we explain it, can we judge it or can we evade it.....no one can or could ........but still we live every day reminiscing the past in our hearts....... living with those pain's which we have gone through......... life still moves it goes on and we as human beings play our cards, give the best shot and live a life which we consider as "planned and certain” but our strings are attached to that "somewhere" which we as human beings can never imagine.


The unseen, the unreal and the ubiquitous holds our strings but still as human beings we seem to be happy with our limited resource and confined thought imagining that "This is the ultimate" but life is beyond that ultimate. It’s the beginning from that end and that beginning has the powers which are not humanly, that is the permanent. So we as human being should reinforce the fact to our minds that life is transitory, nothing is ultimate....nothing is eternal ....nothing is forever.....!!

Love does not need words

Sometimes in life we come across people who don't matter to you but in their own way leave an indelible mark on you...my next door couple who I had always regarded as a sweet lovey dove couple made me contemplate on a few things in life...I used to regard them as any young couple and used to imagine what would they whisper to each other when I used to see them holding their hands in complete harmony....their eyes were full of those untold expressions which  I knew they would have shared on those "romantic"evenings....their everyday stroll and their eternal smile made me wonder sometimes that being young and in love really keeps life moving.....but one fine day I just met them and said "hi"... to my utter dismay I did not get a reply  for some time but just that smile which made me think about a hundred romantic tales, suddenly those delicate fingers came up to make some signs and both reciprocated to me with their sign language....leaving me wonder....sometimes silence can also bind two people if not words!!!