Time Immemorial

I am from Mumbai, the financial capital of India. I work in a global pharma company as a senior executive. Though my work keep me busy, I keep an added interest in writing poems and fiction. Reading and writing is my passion.

Ask me anything/Archive/RSS

Exuberance

Extreme prodigality
of the seemingly inherent
human impulse is
an endless stream

One can have
an endless
unshackled tirade
on feelings

One can rollick
endlessly in
foregone conclusions
of life

One can revel
in reminiscence
that affirms skepticism
or articulate fantasies

There are peaks
so exuberant
that reaches to the heaven
in abundance
Pursue those

Raghs

Cliff Hanger

I was on a meditating mood
to annihilate
the destructive thoughts

I could see
white clouds
marching towards the unattainable

When I was deep down
the memory lane
beneath the blue ocean
of solitude
I lost in the wild of
uncertainties
What else those skies can offer!

It is the time
to turn over a new leaf
Life has left me
on the cliff hanger
to salvage
a portion of love

Come near to me
I want to saunter with you
before the vulnerability
takes the toll

Raghs

Death?

Is death an accident
for no reasons?

Your existence quivers
amidst the echo of pretense
that you are still alive!

Life had been placed on
a timeless impermanence!

Life is an agreement
between birth and death
till the soul fly away
from the body cage
on an austere voyage

The longing for
the unknown
The longing for
the other side
of the destiny
may end in no time
without any hint

I am afraid
the flames may reach
the pathways
to turn everything
into an obsolete drama

Raghs

For whom am I waiting?


Lost in an endless grief
I hide
in the night
inside the blanket
with a wounded heart

Somewhere in the dreams
a sweet moonlit night
deliberately appears
and fades away

There is a void
for the mind to fill
There is transcendence
in the times and seasons
those are yet to come

I bothered your kindness
I bothered your love
Don’t be upset

All these are mere happenings
and unexpected

For whom am I waiting?
A question that is yet to be answered!

I am in the predicament
of an endless traveler
watching over
the strange view
of the disappearing nature

Mending the fences between
reality and dream
is insurmountable
with a dwindling hope

For whom am I waiting?
Still that question makes me bother!

Raghs

Manal Al-Sharif, who helped establish the Women2Drive movement in Saudi Arabia (a campaign promoting women’s right to drive), speaking at TED talks. (x)

(Source: anemena, via stories-yet-to-be-written)

Sunset

Becoming an archaic reminder
of a distorted truth
is unfathomable

Someone still grieves in me!
I do not recognize who!

Like a stranger
searching for something strange
I am still roaming around
my inner self

You made me give up
too easily
without an argument

What was in your eyes
while holding my trembling hands
for the last time
was still a mystery!

When I was searching for myself
in your azure eyes
It seemed you were searching
for an answer to my question!

The end was predestined!
Walking alone
In the unbridled tempest
looks to be
a strange phenomenon

The changing thoughts
The frenzied chaos
The curved images of
disappearing memories
all are on the way
How long one can wait?
How long?

A sunset is around the corner
This time the drained memories
won’t come to our rescue

Raghs

"The way we see the world shapes the way we treat it. If a mountain is a deity, not a pile of ore; if a river is one of the veins of the land, not potential irrigation water; if a forest is a sacred grove, not timber; if other species are biological kin, not resources; or if the planet is our mother, not an opportunity - then we will treat each other with greater respect. Thus is the challenge, to look at the world from a different perspective."

- David Suzuki (via liberatingreality)

(Source: liberatingreality, via 6vladia6)