जीवन की आपाधापी में.. .. pause

Its my firm belief that every soul deserves a great childhood, rest is your own doing, your desires, your beliefs, your karma.

Bless are all those who had a great childhood, full of family and loved ones. Away from muddy minds, corrupted thoughts, malicious feelings, pure as you were.

If you lived in a joined family, great neighbourhood and a peer pressure free childhood, consider yourselves privilege. As a human you can never get these precious experience ever again.

निरंतर टूटते इस समाज में, जहाँ संस्कृती एक बिभित्स अंत की ओर अग्रेसर है वहाँ एक परिपूर्ण जीवन एक मृगतृष्णा है‍!

अगर आपका बाल्यकाल अपने प्रियजनो के सानिध्य मे व्यतित हुआहै तो आप इस सामाजिक बिभित्सता का अनुभव कर सकते है।

जैसे कोई वृक्ष,

वर्षो से साक्षी है,

आपके बचपन का,

आपके होने का और ना होने का

पक्षियो के उड जाने का

और खिन्न खडा

नवीन की आस में

आपके भूल जाने का

और कभी याद आने का

ऐसा प्रतीत होता है जैसे

एक अद्भुत पीडा को समय ने बाँध रखा है।

वो सारी आत्माएँ स्तब्ध है, स्तंभित है।

सुनो, अमरत्व जैसा कुछ नही होता,

ये माया मयी कोष है

हमारी भावना का, भय का और प्रेम का

जो सबको

चिरंतन बना देता है।

Looking at the beautiful childhood, spend with caring people.

It seems that I lived since hundreed years, their experiences became mine.

Like an old tree standing there for years,

It was haunting to see it again !

All those kind souls were around, not visible.

As long as you are part of someone’s emotion, you are immortal.

© S.Anand

The Roof

Every night when I look

outside,

enjoy the moon and the flower,

I thanks the roof.

Every winter when I cuddle

the warm,

I thanks the roof.

In the stormy rain and

the lonely summer

when I look at the door,

I thanks the roof.

Every night when I’m exhausted

and life feels lasted

I’m fine, thanks the roof.

© S.Anand

A Fragment

Tiny grass shining

on the flood plain.

which died in the woods

and remained to be ashes

which grow in the desert

became nest of the wings

color of butterflies and song

of the spring !

Glowing light in the winter

and the walk of ladybug !

A drop fills the heart

with pearls.

A wandering soul

alter the course !

© S.Anand

 

 

Fri…..ends !

None the complaints,

not any expectations.

Best has passed,

and we lived it !

Troubles are over,

and we shared it!

Adventures are gone sore,

fortunately we tasted fresh !

Share of joy and sorrow,

together we hold it.

Lying is a sweet candy,

to hold the bitter, frustration.

Still, none is the charge.

Let life favour us,

with true flavors, friends !

© S.Anand

Grandmother And I

Grandmother And I.

Grandmother And I

Ending of summer,

When the moon shines in the river.

Wind is lighter than itself,

Jasmine reside on the aisle.

We talk about stories,

that we lived for long.

At the site of midnight

train arrives like a habit.

Just as we complained,

Summer ends.

Grandmother and I, talked.

© S.Anand

All I Was Looking For …..

All I Was Looking For …...

Who Were They !

Who Were They !.

Who Were They !

They came in life when you needed someone.

They welcomed you, unexpectedly.

You were vulnerable and weak.

You were naive and innocent.

They nurtured you, selflessly.

They haven’t asked anything, after all these years.

You don’t invite them on birthdays,

neither recall them occasionally.

They are not in contact with you, regularly.

Still once in the blue moon, you remember them.

They were like miracles ; you never realized.

Until you looked back, into the past.

When you were lost, in the forest ;

(While you thought, you were walking the path)

They crossed your path, to hold your hand.

They were not your friends nor foes.

They were not your kin nor partners.

They came for a moment, that saved you.

Who were they ? tender souls !

© S.Anand

Blank Lines

Blank Lines.