inspiration, philosophy, poetry

Something Still Remains…

A lack, a loss,
A pain, a suffering,
A broken dream,
An unfulfilled desire,
A longing of eons,
A want of ages,
All make us feel,
Life is over.
But the truth is,
A lack makes space,
For something else,
To fill in.
A loss gives a chance,
To gain wisdom.
A pain makes one accept,
That life is not all roses,
Some thorns are needed,
To make the journey worthwhile.
The suffering is a stage,
Which transforms one,
To unveil the light,
Of the inner self.
A broken dream,
Inspires to dream again.
An unfullied desire,
Keeps the fire alive,
To keep going and achieving.
A longing of eons,
Makes one realise,
The value of a moment.
A want of ages,
Makes one understand,
The fleeting nature of things.
And one comes to a conclusion,
Behind this lack,
Behind this loss,
Behind this pain,
Behind this suffering,
Behind this broken dream,
Behind this unfufilled desire,
Behind this longing of eons,
Behind this want of ages,
Something still remains.

life: learning : truth

philosophy, poetry


Life is a beautiful flow,
Sometimes hasty, sometimes slow,
In between our movements,
There exist some moments,
That are just stagnant.
It is in those moments,
One realizes being alive,
And experience one’s existence,
Beyond time and speed.
Indeed life is a beautiful flow,
Sometimes hasty, sometimes slow,
Yet we all remain oblivion,
To these pauses and stops,
And keep racing against time,
Losing the essence of being alive,
The chance of experiencing,
The hidden truth of life,
The sacred song of soul,
The powerful verve of stillness,
The beauty of being just stagnant.

life : flow : stagnant

inspiration, poetry

A Love Like This

Have you ever observed nature and felt a sense of awe? Have you ever wondered what is the mystery behind nature’s impeccable beauty? The answer to all these questions- it’s love. Love of a kind that just gives. Such a love ought to be beautiful.

image source: the internet, & collage by me.

The Lines

When I looked upon that mountain,

And how the clouds smother its peak,

A gentle stroke before drifting away,

I am in awe of,

The beauty of this encounter,

Love of a moment,

Remembrance of a lifetime.

When I looked upon that stream of water,

A bubbly gushing rivulet,

And how it gave its soothing touch,

As it ran, tracing the mountain,

Drenching it from top to bottom,

Another kind of temporary love,

Whose essence lingers for long.

When I looked at that dewdrop,

Losing its form on the petal,

And finally its identity,

But making the petal shine,

What a sacrificial love it is,

A moment’s surrender to the other,

Glorifying one’s love for eternity.



A Beautiful Life

Life is beautiful every single moment. It is us who make it look ugly with our cloudy thoughts of grief, guilt, and self-deprecation. The light exists always; it is just concealed by the darkness of our moribundity. Let’s reclaim this beauty through a poem.

Light shall shine…

The Lines

How trapped am I?
I occasionally poked myself,

Whenever I turned into,

A grumpy gloomy cloud,

Staining the sunny radiance,

Of the yore.


I washed those stains,

By bursting aloud,

Pouring out all that trapped me.


It never happened,

with ease,

And I,

With weary, frantic eyes,

Looked for another cloud,

Which could cause another thunder,

Where we share our saddened vibrations.


This turned into an ordeal,

A vicious cycle,

That increased the pain,

Caused by the heaviness of other clouds.

That’s what addiction is,

It smothers you for a while,

Gives a moment of ecstasy,

And, then,

Tortures you in every breath.


I decided,

To release the burden,

All by myself,

With a sense of freedom,

Breaking all inhibitions,

All notions of fear and self-doubt,

And let the sun shine again,

In its full glory,

Outgrowing the years of yore,

To the pinnacle of senility.

That’s how life is,

Beautiful when stained,


Even more beautiful,

When cleansed.