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Enwrapped in your black garment when you cast your entrance almost unnnoticingly, much like the uninvited and leave dark strains with your stride You do not seem to notice   innumerable drops squeezed from eyes. huh! O' the Merciless O' the hard heartened Why do you inflict pain to the survivors? Why do you entertain their groans and screams? Why don't you listen to the very self that has made you? I chastise you Your very existence You know no time no treasure that nourish the human heart. You spoil, you decay You contrive and conspire to burn and mourn, ruin and rust! O' the agony of You! Why do you smile?? Do you have a heart or  Is it to the vast vacuuum that I spill  out my agony, my chastisement? How slowly you step. Kill me if you like. I know no fear I know no sorrow I know no Triumph  that associates you and your being. Oh!! What???  What do I hear me say?? You look arrogant But you need to fall at my...

Reminiscences of the departure of a loved one Had once clouded my mind, veiled my thoughts. And so I failed--- To see the ball of fire the silver beams the starry nights.                                                     I failed to--- hear the jubilant notes of the birds and the bees smell the exotic aroma of the fruits and flowers feel the heat of the summer and winter chill taste the juice of nature but salted tears.     How could I be so harsh to myself- staring at the azure world failing dewdrops? How could I not see the pain in their eyes and the silence in their consolation tears in their laughter and blood in their hearts? Because there is pain there is joy Because there is misery there is hope Because there is silence, there is sound Because there is love there is feeling. The voice I hear tells me to rise ...

How you had longed-                                       to live the life to thrive on it to take the world in your stride! How you had longed---                                                   to have a family to live in a world of ecstasy and amplitude! Would there be a day when you find your dreams come true at the power of something?              or                                               has the day gone your dreams unfulfilled? There might have been another life when we had fought and you killed me? A justification for the event That made me cry after you died? The day passed, the nig...

Writers' Choice: Lines of rhythmic beauty : "They were pearls round Mother Nature's neck. The sky was gloomy as was my mood. It had been raining. I went outside not for the fun of it..."

They were pearls round Mother Nature's neck.  The sky was gloomy as was my mood. It had been raining. I went outside not for the fun of it but just to give me a boost. At such times, you cannot but help being but yourself, because it's Mother Nature conspiring to take you by the collar. I am susceptible to cold and cough. But my spirit got the better of me and I decided to take myself out without an umbrella. I was being completely with myself. No phone calls, occasional smiles, the pitter- patter of the rain and then as I rested my heavy self on a slab, I looked up to see the beauty Mother Nature thankfully presented. A plant with drops of rain on the edge of its leaves. Nothing new to nature lovers. No, not even me. But there it was revealing itself to me-- my beauty. I was there just in time to get the glimpse. The fading light would not have allowed me to participate in full measure had I been late, or had I allowed my mind to continue being clouded. There they wer...

'Sweet' is a favored word and the only one that most probably goes well with my constitution. At odd hours when  we accidentally stumble upon unexpected surprises  well, 'sweet' is the word that most sweetly sweeps through the being. Morning saw a sweet kid coming up to me and sweetly whispering: 'Ma'm, I don't have any more sweets'. I had already eyed the 'Mars' chocolate in the Chemistry teacher's hand. I should refrain from  chocolates. However, had it been a child of a different grade I'd have surely minded. But these words coming from a 9 year old, genuinely from a sweet heart, quelled my rising desire when I eyed the 'Melody' slowly being forwarded. I had come to the school a bit late, just in time for the assembly only to know that due to technical failures, there would be no power.Then there was a substitution class like an ice-cream topping on creamed lassi. Howmuchever things looked different, I found my spirit u...

Can you imagine a drink squeezed out of carrot, beet-root and apple have powers to help you survive when you have almost given up? I just did. I haven't tried but am looking forward to trying it out. It can cure cancer, deadly as it may sound. Ulcer and many more ailments like constipation, eye problems, blood pressure, kidney problems, muscle pain, menstrual problems etc. Man in his prayers for the well-being of the world has been trying to solve some of the issues that most concern the minds on earth and health is one of them. Umpteen number of times have we discussed health issues in magazines and electronic media and yoga-centres and religious institutions, yet we, at least some of us, have failed to attain that perfect health we all are looking forward to. Why so??? We all know the turmoil man is going through. Man's incessant urge to access prowess has made corruption ubiquitous. We sing songs of Michael Jackson (Heal the World) but prevent any kind of action ta...