The dawn is fragrant with a ruby rose,
Golden shining sun shyly winks
Such pretty flowers sing
I watch as stillness flings
Footprints follow like a shadow as I walk
Never saw, never felt, a moment so calm
Brightened beats stage a warm heart
Wealth of music, words, fine art.
On the wings of time wounds fly
A rage swallowed with no sigh.
This earth is so lovely
Why then our sad story?
‘Statue of Unity‘, is a symbol of the India’s unity and integrity. Currently, it’s also the world’s tallest statue.
The 182-metre-high (600 ft) Statue of Unity is twice the size of New York’s Statue of Liberty.
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Moral compass lost
Spirituality gone
Faith’s lighthouse in need!
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Up I went hiking among the soul of clouds
Hoping to catch the sun seeds in my palm
As petals sing a lullaby it gets so real and
I cast my heart into the stream of its melody
The brook is cutting through the boulder
with every single precious beat
set sail the worries on a willow
as meadow fairies hoist the breeze
In silent conversations with the heavens
relaxing on a log that’s been expertly hewn
I can hear the patchy sounds of the horn
ushered by a gentle zephyr
Time to descend and collide with obligations
The plastic smiles replacing imposing nature
Walking around, with the fake crowd,
As if pretending to be alive!
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Her life was like a room without a window,
those ‘rainy day’ eyes,
could have formed a deep river,
but no ship sailed upon it,
to carry me to her
and I would have kissed away every tear.
Misplaced, I could feel her yearning,
for love, she had never known,
confused and lost, but her silence,
left her trapped in burdensome meadows,
and I wonder if I could have shown her the way.
From the silent screams of her tongue,
I could feel the pain of her spirit,
feel the lacerations piercing her heart.
If only my words could have soothed her,
but even they could not save her.
As the lights dimmed,
silent stars became the nature of my poetry,
I asked the moon why?
but clouds covered his expression.
Now my mind is a time machine
of her memories, her voice still haunts,
as I ponder if the thunder will persist,
because I’m too afraid to close my eyes.
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Aphorism with Abhishek 