Wednesday, July 15, 2015

The Countdown




The countdown has started,
And the race has begun…

Some are running behind the flashes of fame,
Some behind the spikes of power,
Some are behind glitter of money,
Some chasing the ghost of religion,
Some are panting in the trails of lust,
Some waving the flag of deception,
Some are building the walls of ignorance,
Some piling on the bricks of lies,
Some are securing the straws of insecurities,
Some blinded by the rays of truth,
Some are strapped down by the past,
Some stranded by the strands of greed,
Some are dragged by the lines of borders,
Some lost in the web of dreams and illusion…

The light and night had now changed lanes,
As the race snapped with the time into vacuum…


Mother






The fragrance of innocence beholding her grace,
The dew of bliss embracing her path,
The colours of rain bowed in her compassion,
The mystery of life revealed in her conscience,
As the rays of hope glowed over her visage…

The green hue embracing her dusky skin,
The mountains holding high in her dignity,
Her feet dipped in the tides of calm marine,
Her dreams rained new hopes in the sprouts,
As she graced the living souls…

The sky embraced her grace,
The birds flying high in her love,
The river branching in the kindness,
The woods rooted in her heart,
As she slept in the shinning night…

                                                                   - To Nature

Monday, July 6, 2015

The Drifter



Holding the compass of uncertainties,
Carrying the baggage of memories,
The drifter is drifting along with the tides…

Without boundaries or borders,
Floating with the moment,
The drifter is weaving timeless dreams…

Playing with the shadow and light,
Swinging with the hands of time,
Unbound in the truth of freedom,
The drifter is living in the moment…

The journey of love and joy,
Build in every pause the life takes,
Never holding back the voyage,
The drifter survives in the passion…

Miles and milestones left behind,
The strides always ahead of the past,
Moving forward in the distance,
The drifter fades between the lines of present and future…


Wednesday, July 1, 2015

The Call



“The user you are calling is heavenly busy, Please for God Sake, Try Again...”

She was trying to get connected with God, but the line was busy. 

She was about to give up, when a soft angel like voice answered the phone, “Welcome to God Inc. God Morning. May I know your name please?”

She replied, “My name is Woeman, I am calling from Earth.”

The receptionist Angel replied, “What’s the purpose of your call?”

Woeman replied, “I have a few questions for Mr. G. Could you please connect the call?”

Angel: “Well, you know Mr. G. is really busy, he is having an extensive meeting with all the religious heads of the Earth. He will be probably be free in 2 God Hours.

Woeman: Almost in tears, “Please let me talk to Mr. G"

Angel: "Okay, let me check."

The angel checks with another angel and replies

Okay, before I forward the call let me which religion do you represent? Do you have a recommendation letter from your religious head?”

Woeman: “My religion is Humanity and I don’t have any letter to back up my cause.”

Angel: “Hmmm…According to the protocol it’s not possible for me to forward the call and your religion is being shortlisted by the religious head. I am really sorry I can’t help you in any way.”

Woeman: “I beg you please get me connected to Mr. G. else I have only one option, to commit suicide.”

Angel: In rage she replies back, “Don’t you ever use the “S” word again. Your life is a precious gift bestowed upon by Mr. G. and you are trying to end it.”

Woeman: In tears, “I am extremely sorry. It’s the pain and suffering on earth that made me utter those words. Please forgive me, Oh Sweet Angel…”

Angel: A little composed now, “Before I forward the call, tell me your grievances first. I will decide whether the call should be forwarded or not.”

Woeman: “Well I don’t know where to begin.”

Angel: “Just talk the whole thing in 10 mini god time. I have lots of other important calls from the political head to attend. They are suffering from anxiety and depression due to excessive self-inflicted corruption.”

Woeman: Surprised and angered by the response. “Well the same people whom you are going to talk is the reason behind my pain.

Angel: Angered by the retort, “How dare you make such baseless accusations? The same kind hearted souls have helped Mr. G. to build his selfless empire for your tiny planet. To protect and weak and trodden lives like yours. "

Woeman: With a deep sigh, she replied back, “Protect and serve the weak…They were protecting and serving themselves, not the weak who were left in the night to be abused and raped repeatedly…”

Her voice was trembling in pain and sorrow and the words dissolved in it.

Angel: “Your voice is breaking, I can’t hear you. Please speak little louder…”

Woeman: “I am sorry to…”

Angel: Hello, Are you there?


The call was disconnected…