ONE DAY AT A TIME

IT REALLY PAINS TO LOOK BACK AND COUNT..
HOW MUCH TIME I HAVE SPENT AND
HOW MUCH I AM LEFT WITH...
AFTER SPENDING ALL THE TIME,
I HAVE REALISED ATLEAST THAT,
LIFE SHOULD BE LED,
'ONE DAY AT A TIME!',

I KNOW LIFE IS PERISHABLE
AND THAT MAKES THE PAST MORE CHERISHABLE,
THOUGH, I WILL LEAVE THE PEOPLE AND THE PLACES WHERE THEY WERE BUT.....
I HAVE TONNES TO TAKE ALONG WITH ME IN MY JOURNEY......

THE HANDS WHICH I NEVER HELD,
THE JOKES AT WHICH I NEVER LAUGHED,
THOSE EYES WHOSE TEARS I NEVER SHARED,

AND FINALLY.....
THE LESSON TO LIVE LIFE......
'ONE DAY AT A TIME!'

THE DUMB BIRD

THE EARTH LAYS UNMOVED,
WINDS STAY FREEZED,
PEOPLE HAVE STOPPED CHATTING,
THEY SAY,
THE DUMB BIRD HAS STARTED TALKING....

THE FLASHING FAKE LIGHTS OF PRETENTION ARE NOWHERE TO BE SEEN,
THE CUPS OF PREJUDICES ARE FULL BUT UNDRUNKED,
ANGELS OF TRUTH ARE HOWERING ALL AROUND,
THEY SAY,
THE DUMB BIRD HAS STARTED TALKING....

THEN COMES THE DAY LONG AWAITED,
BUT THE TRUTH CRASHES ALL HEARTS,
IT WAS THE MYTH THAT WE READ,
A FAKE LIGHT THAT WE LED,
BUT NOTHING CAN BE DONE NOW AS......
THE BIRD HAS BEEN KILLED,
THEY SAID.....
THE DUMB BIRD HAD STARTED TALKING.

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THE PINHOLE LIGHT
I feel the breeze flowing in the stillness of this pinhole moonlight.
its the sparkle in the eye of my god that lays leisurously in the sky in the midnight.
don't ask me why but i can try the sstaircase of death just to reach the infinity where lies this pinlight, so quite, so cool, so serene!

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The Mantra of Spirituality

Detachment, Solace, Spiritualism, connectivity with God, Heard much about them but found not even a single path to reach that.
Today in the morning as I was driving I saw a bunch of children flying helium balloons in the air and with an instant click in my mind I found the zest of all big sayings about Spirituality- the mysterious concept indeed and its independency or precisely, self- dependency.
Long long hours of prayers can be earned in a hilarious laugh. Great, pious radiant vibes of god can be seen in the mirror, in yourself.
What you have to do is just drop the extra baggage of dependency on friends, parents, people around you and also all those things like gadgets, mobiles, and internet and make yourself a hub off the whole of it. You are the master and that can be realized only after you become self dependent yet all encompassing. Like the circle which has its fixed point at the center (the soul) and encompasses all the area in its perimeter (the world).
Its just the joy of being yourself and enjoying every bit of that feeling.
Right now you may be a helium balloon tied with a rope that is knotted on the nail dug deep in the ground. Just open the knot and float in the sky.
That’s the Mantra of Spirituality.

THE JUDGMENT DAY

THOSE MISTS OF MYSTERIES ARE DROWNING ME DEEP AND DEEPER.
I AM SAILING IN THE TIDES OF LIFE AND LUCK,
WITH WHICH I WILL FALL AND WITH WHICH I WILL RISE,
MY THOUGHTS, ALL RED AND DRY, CLOTTED IN MY HEAD AND EYE.
MY HEART SINGS AUTUMN..... DRY, BALD AND SERE.
I WALK MILES TO SEE MY GOD DYING,
IN THE LANES OF MASSACRE,
HUMAN TO HUMAN, HUMAN ON HUMAN.
AT LAST COMES THE AWAITED DAY.
THE JURY'S DAY AND THE JUDGMENT DAY.
I CAN SEE THEY HAVE COME WITH THE VERDICTS TO SPELL OUT,
CRY OUT AND YELL OUT.
THEY REACH THE BODIES AND PUNISH THEM FOR THE LIFE THEY LIVED, DEADLY.
FOR THE DEEDS THEY DID, BADLY.
WHILE THE SOULS YET WAITING TO TAKE BIRTH, THOSE SEEDS SEEDED IN THE WOMB OF THE BEINGS WHO NEITHER WERE ALIVE NOR DEAD COMPLETELY.
THE SOULS STILL UNREACHABLE AND REMOTE.
THE PENITENCE OF LIVING DEAD CAN ALWAYS BE A JUDGMENT DAY,
BETWEEN A DEAD GOD AND A DEAD CLAY!
CELEBRATE DEATH COZ IT'S WHAT WE LIVE.
WHILE LIFE WAITS ON ANOTHER STREET, THE WHEREABOUTS OF WHICH ARE BURIED BENEATH THE DRIED, DYING LOG OF LOVE.
OH! THE SIN HAS BEEN DONE.
THE FORBIDDEN WORD 'LOVE' HAS BEEN SPELLED.
THE HUNTERS R CLOSING IN FOR THE KILL!!!
AND HERE COMES THE JUDGMENT DAY!!!

SARAH






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Life In My Eyes

What I saw was a dream,
N what I dreamt was a reality,
Swinging between illusions, I found the truth of life,
That absence lies in existence n existence lies in absence.
I strove to complete my tasks but found them incomplete at last,
As a circle can only be complete when it is round,
N thus I found, why the earth is round n humans so incomplete.
I ran after friends n unions n as much as I expanded them,
I only found the extent of my own incompleteness,
the extent of my being so divided, so separated.
That’s what I learned about life, it can’t be led alone.
N no matter how big networks u build at last u r thrown alone.
This world’s full of dumb, deaf n blinds
N that too of so many kinds.
The ones who can’t hear the screams of the aghast,
go shattered at the little cry of their child
Moreover life is a joke that has to be taken seriously.
Yes! I saw life,
It was a voyage on a dark, deep river at the bank of which I found,
Just the nails of the dead n not even the graves
To spare the room for many more to come,
Many more yet to come!
SARAH



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Dreams – the secret predictors

I am a late riser, i usually burn the midnight oil and read in late hours and thus I wake up at eight in the morning, but one night a dream of mine made me wake up at four in the morning and left me sleepless for three nights thereafter.

That night I dreamt that I was sleeping tight and the doorbell ranged at four and I got up giddily to open the gate. I found a bus standing at my gate, I went near it, a conductor standing there said “you have a parcel, ma’am.” I thought to myself how come these buses have started delivering parcels at the doorsteps.
I told him to deliver it and he opened the bus gate and suddenly threw a dead body on me. I was terrified, my world was shattered and I stood there flabbergasted.
The following morning I woke up and I was restless beyond control. The whole day I wandered in the fog of haunting thoughts strongly sensing something terrible to happen soon.
That evening our base phone rang and my mother picked it up and she later informed me that my paternal uncle had died in a bus accident at 4’o’clock in the evening.

Dreams not merely act as the reflections from your past and present events, they are not merely your imaginations or just the remembrance of your unfulfilled desires or the one that you have to achieve yet but sometimes they prove as predictors of the future happenings and mishappenings. They show you the way ahead and many a times warn you against one or the other danger.

Well my instance was a negative one but there are several positive examples of predictive dreams been experienced by people around the world.
The indications lying under dreams can very well be turned into one of the chances of success if they are well understood and applied.
The only mistake we do is to misunderstand or avoid what our dreams say and what they point towards in the darkness of the night.
At some or the other point of time in your life, you too might have felt that someone inside you tries to warn you or encourage you for some future or near future happenings. These are our instincts.
Our inner instincts fuel up our dreams that unveil the various opportunities of knowing the unknown, catching the time before it passes and fetching the chances of success.
So just start unraveling the mystery that lies behind dreams. If you will take a step towards them, they will take ten steps towards you. They have tons of things to say. So the next night before you sleep tight, just call your dream messenger and tell him what you want to see, what you want to be, believe me it will direct you towards your goal.
And by the way, who knows if your success is lying over your pillow?

Sarah






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