An old unprepossessing feeling
somewhere from the depths a native atavistic urge
The rain washed streets disturb
bringing memories of the distant past and the unforgotten
A voice crying inside
"we are the stone cuttters"
"the builders and the destroyers "
"we destroy what we build"
"we destroy ourselves"
The atmosphere too sharing
the sounds of laughter of the primitive!
They all seem to be alive
Alive inside me
I am the stone cutter.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Dream
Falling over a cliff
I die
And I walk
Remembering Rumi and Sri Aurobindo
"There is no death"
Echo all over I hear
I turn and I see
All
Is there no death ? I ask
To whom ?
I am the question
I am the answer
I walk...
I die
And I walk
Remembering Rumi and Sri Aurobindo
"There is no death"
Echo all over I hear
I turn and I see
All
Is there no death ? I ask
To whom ?
I am the question
I am the answer
I walk...
Whereto
The Purpose seems adrift
Directionless
Mind wandering in the wilderness of civilization
And entangled in the web of technology
Things seems to be only a click away
everyone seems to fit in a Bubble-
Something stirs within:-
There is a blast
The soul escapes...
Leaving only the feeling of being alive...
Directionless
Mind wandering in the wilderness of civilization
And entangled in the web of technology
Things seems to be only a click away
everyone seems to fit in a Bubble-
Something stirs within:-
There is a blast
The soul escapes...
Leaving only the feeling of being alive...
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