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This blog is dedicated to the most critical factors of my existence and being, my parents and my sisters..especially to my younger one..thanks for everything Dolls..



I have not even attempted to put in words what i hold deep in my soul and existence for ONE MAN to whom i owe it all.. though i was born out of my mother's womb, my psychological and spiritual birth's fountainhead lies in him .. my FATHER - my God, my strength, my reason of existence... my alpha and my omega...

Monday, May 28, 2012

Code Red



It was a code red!!

she had arrived in a mangled state

at first they thought it was a major accident case

they could not see her mangled face

she did not exist

the operation began promptly

human life was divine

Gods were there to protect her

but

they had to give up mid way

a flat line EEG meant her brain had given up

her thoughts ..her thinking power.. was completely shut down

loss of any case

was a severe loss for these life savers

what intrigued them was that when her heart was open

they saw scars of old wound with the new fresh wound

it was as if

the heart had been in pieces earlier too

when they tried to peep into her eyes

to see if something could be saved of the retina

they found small shards of glasses in them

shard of crystal dreams

they knew

it was an open and shut case

she had arrived dead

but her soul had refused to leave

and hence the confusion

she was declared dead clinically

they issued a death certificate for her

Cause of death - systematic failure of thoughts, heart and ....... dreams.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Cave...

there is a cave
a deep one
beyond this beautiful forest
forest of flowers and leaves and trees and wind

this cave is star-lit dark, deep and silent

adorned by flowers and forest on the front it is rarely seen by the passerbys

sometimes when the world is too much
i walk into my cave
and spend hours here
talking to the silence
listening to the noise outside this silence
trying to think about silly things

like

what would happen if i could catch a star and stitch it into a dress
if i could fold the moon into a triangle
use sun as a bonfire in the cold misty nights
convert events of my life into musical notes
what kind of music would it be - shrieking, musical or plain out of tune
what is the color of my soul now
what was it when i was born
who was i in the other realm
who am i in the present one
what is my color - black, brown, or colorless
what is my composition
anti-matter or the matter
am i evil or pure or nothing
what mood is mine  - sad, happy or stone, plain stone
am i confident, under confident, conceited or plain idiot
am i closed or open
why do i giggle like a child
and cry like a heartbroken adult
am i a hero, a coward or non-existent entity

will this tiring journey ever end .....
or
i have miles and births to go

there are no visitors to this cave
absolutely none

the flower forest has many :))

the cave
and the noise of ocean beyond it
is arrested somewhere
deep
very deep
non-reachable
me.

nobody knows the address and the location of this spot. it does not exist for them.

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