on a starry night
my glare stares silently into the stars
seemingly seeking solace
in their superiority
how they smoothly sail through
the cosmic abyss
they might as well be me
so I am – them, they tell me
with my consciousness
dreaming of sunlight
not forseeing the inevitable
the inescapable death
they tell me to keep shining
continue radiating that light
till end of the time
through rain through pain
Snowdrop blooms in the late winter snow, a baby bird breaks through its shell, trees reach for the sky, the river flows to meet the sea, the star blinks in the vast night, all in a sense to proclaim – “I exist!”
This darkness shan’t endure
with a sigh it’ll turn away
look there’s light
and beauty up there
that no shadow can touch
the world will change for better
the trees will turn green
and the sun is now shining
~winter’s chill is fading
Raindrops make music
soft ripples caressing leaves
~pleasing perfect pitch
I stand on the edge of the unknown
it’s winter you can tell by the mist
forgone the prosperity and sunshine
deep into my roots, are puddles
of saddened crumbled hope
there’s a melancholic glow on my face
it yearns for warmth, eternal sunshine, spring
up there are gloomy grey skies
naked and fatigued crows are hovering
to seek shelter and heal their wounds
I’ve sinned but there’s no blood on my hands, they’re clean
the wind is blowing with its brutal gusts
a few moments later the
unknown edge is no longer unknown
But now it’s like I’m standing in the middle of a deserted moor
it’s winter you can tell by the mist
the heart is craving for insanity but mind
is composed and completely poised
the wind is loosely sweeping dust
whirling salt mingling thyme
crows have turned to seagulls
they are screeching, crying, soaring
a storm is brewing nearby
cliff’s edge is near I can feel the abyss
the mistral winds have spoken
their verses are dark and cold, but propitious
what did they speak of?
they urge, they whisper, some kind of invitation
“jump off the cliff, be free, liberate!”
will I jump or I’m too coward for that jump?
black clouds have become dense
there’s a sense of forbidding, the lines are thin
the mist has cleared up now as I can see the sea
but the sea is in turmoil no boat in the sight
Am I ready to face the storm?
will jumping off the cliff calm the storm I fear, the one inside my tattered soul,
the sea of torment the melancholic sea which wants to bleed out when I rip my heart open? who knows? but as they say
there are no solutions to the inner storm,
except to dive and join the sirens,
in the perilous sea below, the real one
So I jump. I jump to liberate myself, I jump to endure the pain, I jump to break the chains!
The symphony has started
and the darkness does descend
the world succumbs to quietude
the day has reached its end
The nighttime woods are glittering
and offer up a show
a dazzling performance
by the fireflies, aglow
The river reeds are swirling
with the crescent moon’s glow
broken and shattered still
it rises up – nice and slow
The earth and the sky above
offers a spectacle, that lord sway
heart lays still
and all my troubles seem to fade away
A smile costs nothing, however, gives much
It takes, however, a minute, yet its memory ordinarily keeps going forever.
None are rich to the point that can get along without it-
none are so poor that can be made rich by it.
It advances the individuals who get,
without making poor
the individuals who give-
It makes daylight in the home
It can heal a frozen heart
But it can’t be asked, obtained, or stolen,
for it is of no esteem,
Except if it is given away.
A few people are excessively caught up with,
making it impossible to give you a smile
Give them one of yours-
For the great Gods realizes that nobody needs a smile so badly
As he or she who has no more smiles left to give.
Woody sits in a dark corner
With smile on his face
and a cowboy hat on his head
Looking at a cuckoo clock
Which shows it’s ten to four
Four o’clock is woody’s teatime
Lots of friends and fancy cake
Although time’s running fast
But how long these ten minutes take?
Shadows grow on distant hills
Tangerine sun on glassy sea
All his ember eyes reflected
And still ten minutes left ’til tea
The house, withered, is old and broken
Rusty springs through mattresses show
The cuckoo clock is also broken But how’s Woody supposed to know?
Unaware he’s been discarded
That no friend will come through
The hills and sea just glass, old papers
A telephone that no one will answer
Empty cups that once held tea
Now they hold everything but glee
The clock that still says nearly teatime
Where can all his friends be?
For ages now he’s lain unwanted
Smiling in his cowboy hat
He’ll never know he’s been abandoned
‘Til the clock reads after four
Don’t tell him that the clock is broken
For as long as woody doesn’t know
It’ll always soon be teatime
As it was, so long, long ago.
When Little Abhi was 6 years old
He wanted to see the northern lights
so he borrowed some money from children’s bank
and boarded the fastest Europe flight
nobody picked him at the airport
so he took an uber ride
he ate at McDonald’s on his way
traveled by trains and the subways
when he finally reached his destination
awed at the beauty little Abhi sighed
and said “Man! It’s been one hell of a ride”
this is the place I’ll marry my bride
but then a moose attacked him
and Little Abhi fucking died
I sleep in the morning.
I sleep in the night.
I sleep in the day and the first ray of light.
I sleep in the kitchen.
I sleep in the car.
And when I get thirsty,
I sleep in a bar.
I sleep on the sofa.
I sleep in the park.
I sleep in the glow of the dawn and the dark.
I sleep for a while at the supermarket store.
And then, when I wake up…
… I sleep a bit more.
Question: How many hours do you sleep per day?
I need atleast 8-9 hours of sleep to feel fully rested 😂
Aphorism with Abhishek 