A texture reaching infinity Walking in all directions Carries people Living and dead Happy and sad The stars are rolling As if balls rolling on satin Life is only ephemeral It perceives the texture in units of time There are some moments though These moments throw you on the texture You roll along […]
When I was 5 years old I used to watch birds fly Flapping their wings And producing dulcet tones I used to inhale the fragrant air There was some mystery around I saw people walking and not rushing Meeting each other and discussing A sense of wonder was there in all eyes There
Lying on the bed I read a book A gleam of sunlight falls on its words Through the window on my right The pendulum swings Indicating that its time My mind tells my brain One more page… One more page over The sunlight rises From the words of the book to my
An empty dark room Signifying lassitude A few of them came And started circling the room Finding a way to enter They knocked from all sides And tried to enervate The emptiness inside They were being deceitful But it was obvious now The doors of the room remained closed The lost courage rose to
A beautiful soul was walking Or may be flying Souls do not walk I hear There was nowhere to go either No high no low All was it And it was all It lived for years But there was no reference To measure time It was time itself It was love and peace It
