The Mystical Night

A morn can sometimes be

But a night will continue to be a dream .. .

A thought is awake and the subject sleeps
A silence is worn and the desire wakes up

A dream is lashed down and the arena unexplored

A morn can sometimes be

But a night will continue to be a dream .. .

 

The eyes are sealed in anonymity and the vision lighted

strange situations, stranger people , and unspoken glances

an emotion is felt with closed eyes

and the whole world is made real in the closed yet broad

arena of imagination ..

 

imagination many a times when practiced in life 

can be made true 

but it might be the thought of imagination that naturally came to come true ..

thoughts with a strong belief , will let us explore

the dark vibrant shadows of the night 

 

However, a morn can sometimes be 

but a night will continue to be a dream .. 

 

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A.

Nature-Call

Our noise, words get silenced up when nature's play is easily heard .

A.

Time- Line

 If time doesn't help to do what you want to, get the rest of the forces along.

There would be moments when no matter what you do and how hard you try, and yet things don't seem to get put together and lined up straight the way we want them to . So what goes so terribly wrong that we just can't sort them out and have our way!! Is it the way things were meant to happen to us or its just that the right time hasn't come for that thing to happen for us ? Is it hundred percent destiny that rules out all our efforts or is it a formed misconception that most of us have grown up to believe?

Life becomes as we want it to because thoughts we possess create our lives and influence those close to us. Thus when time seems not to favor up at all, we must adhere to our senses and bring all other forces along so that they strengthen the power within, in every aspect. So that when the next time we wake up to make it our day, we would know we are not hollow and dependant only on the created factor we refer to as time.

 
 Create.

  

 Explore Self.

Discover.

 

Nurture.

Play.

Love.

A.

Thought-Point

Often we believe in things that have left an imprint on our soul in any way.

This belief becomes stronger as we grow up . The factors that lead to formation of that belief however seem to fade away from our memories. What are memories made up of ? Who all have the power to create the living moments in us that merely by closing the eye we can re-live them any time of the day.

Memories must be kept with proper care. Bad ones can let you down to the extent of you abhoring yourself and good ones can heal you up.

And yet whichever way it be, nothing holds us closer to this life than memory .

A.

Atari-Wagah Border

Cutting Distances

When the feet bangs the earth in the ceremonious rhythm of patriotism

reason , will, let alone our contriving hindsight

falls short to let see the cryptic plight ..

Rack and ruin or the bow and the salute

the thrill and applause at the historical Wagah Border never runs acute

from the humble times to the present act of outdoing each other

lowering of the flag has become the cause of another grave matter

Performances with such grave enmity and aggression

throbbing of the hearts to the claps and applauds of the public

threads those feelings that are bought up to include hatred

a sense of negative nationalism for the other side

where it leads on to, what aim it serves

lies not known

and rest oh life, history adds on ...

And rest oh life, history adds on

those cutting distances which are not being shortened on ..

That which was marked to end the enmity between both the neighboring nations

is now sparkling with a vicious ceremonious act which consumes when

performed

drilling in each the highest sense of patriotism

but when hindsight is seen from close

lay in it the rotten, rather soured hearts filled with dilemmas

and unanswered questions as to why such ferocity is taken up

in something so humble and admiring as lowering the flag down

Gives away the Retreat Ceremony something so negative

which often the geography, history or the manipulation adds on ...

when the doors are banged across the face in aggression

reason, will, let alone our contriving hindsight

falls short to let see the cryptic plight

And rest oh life, the history adds on..

those cutting distances which are not being shortened on.... .

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Akanksha