It appeared as if life had been replicated,
The patterns reverberated with each breath even as I tip-toed..
The intricacies of thoughts and emotions grew deeper and finer,
Each time I looked back ,the finesse couldn’t be ignored .
Simi
Through the lens of Jayati
The festival of colours, as we celebrate,
The skies desired to be colourful too.
Nature’s palette contained warm, infinite and fathomless shades,
I wish ours were also so profound, and not so few…!!
Simi
Through the lens of Sujay
Away from the crowd she thought she should go, for the peace seemed to dwell there.
Aloud laughed at her, the mind, as it exclaimed… “the control lies within you, right here. “
So she wound up her thoughts and decided not to leave, but to ceaselessly stay on,
At the end of the day, she comprehended , everywhere it’s the same dusk n same dawn.
Let me not pause at the past or envisage the future, she enduringly decided,
And by her own consciousness, on a marvellous journey she was then guided.
Simi
As time unfolded I realised,
The realm of joy and tears.
It’s a perspective that I had built,
Or maybe some inbuilt fears.
The people and the situations,
The good, bad, funny,
They seem too trivial now,
All weathers seem joyous, rainy, chilly or sunny.
Whilst these surrounded me,
For times beyond any measure,
Each phase of life has in it,
Experiences beyond a treasure.
Every being seems to respond in a way that he thinks is right,
For another one that may be a disaster or selfishness of a height.
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To keep ourselves unbothered of the other people and their ways,
Just remind yourself that’s their life, don’t interfere, that’s what Karma says.
Simi
#myclicks
He stood there moltan like wax,
As he heard that he was a father now.
His eyes were wet with tears of joy,
He wanted to be there, but didn’t know how..
His duty to the motherland held him back,
He was a soldier first, he knew in his heart.
But the same heart whispered that he was a human too,
From his emotions, how should he part?
Days, months and years flew by,
And the visits to home were few and rare
The achromatic journey of life moved on,
Of love from the family he missed his share.
The children grew up and moved on to new directions,
The wife still waited for togetherness though,
She knew he was the finest one,
Even if life’s boat alone she had to row.
Rock he was, strong and steady,
With his shoulders broad and wide.
His absence never meant he didn’t love them,
Just that his life wasn’t a very smooth ride.
Simi
The muddy waters remind me of the days of mixed up thoughts,
When circumstances are beyond our control and comprehension.
When the mind has no clue how to clear the clutter up,
And the heart shouts that it too has apprehension.
When I know I need to sieve unwanted speculations,
The ones that affect my integrity and peace.
Yet it rains uncertainty every now and then,
And mixes up the unwanted sandy ideas with ease.
Yet I move on swiftly through the circumstances,
The mountains never ever dare to cease me.
The greens help me appear beautiful throughout
To touch each pebble, each blade of grass, I am free.
Simi
#myclicks
With the moon above and the sun appearing beneath,
I landed dreaming of a place from anxieties which would sheath.
The gold in the sky whispered with a smile,
Try creating this balance within you for a while.
Simi
#myclicks
I noticed him slowly fading away,
I am a fan of his dexterity to evolve.
Even though the planet seemed busy with the sun,
The moon would never cease to revolve.
He knows his absence would lead to very dark nights,
Hence like a father he is forever around,
We may or may not acknowledge his presence,
But when the vision gets obscure, he can always be found.
Simi
#myclicks
They used to be known for royalty,
These enigmatic waters would never cease..!
But the times have validated how transitory the phases are,
Now it’s only the rain that seems to fill these with ease.
Simi
Through the lens of Jayati
I was contemplating, how impregnable humans have emerged..!
Almost anything they seem to have a controlled, even a river’s flow.!!.
Precisely the same time my child opened the window shades.,
And the sun whispered, “I am your power point, don’t be pretentious, kindly go slow. “
Simi
As captured by Sujay
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