SYMBOLS WERE SELF ASSERTIVE..

he morning was still fresh
The evening was wildly free
The night was in a rush to go
The day was like a thrilling ride

The joy was there to do more
The sense was lost in saying so
The call was pure to go along
With no reasons to stop midway

Life was groovy, like always
But it had added spice that day
To croon the songs afresh
Feeling that impulse in veins

The lyrics was post-modern
Kafkaesque in after-effects
Existing somewhere deep inside
Where ends blurred and melted

But the individual was prevailing
Love with self was wildly tamed
The dark corners were lit purple
The symbols were self assertive

Yesterday and tomorrow mingled
To shape a today that had wings
On a journey beyond this life
To read the texts as they were

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WHERE IS THE HOME. WHO YOU ARE. WHAT BECAME OF LIFE.

Where do you call home.
Where do you feel alike.
Where do you come from.
Where do you seek life.
To where do you ride.
To what do you live for.
To where do you ascribe.
To what do you die for.
You were given a notion.
The name you had to be.
You were sold a reflection.
The man you had to be.
Where is the home.
What became of life.
Where is the name.
What became of the guide.
A name was given to you.
A man was thought of you.
A home was to be for you.

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DRESS UP, WRITE YOUR AMPERSANDS

God was there when you felt the eternal hands
God was there when you suffered the mortal pangs
Dress up, be your muse, write your ampersands
Life is short, waiting still, for you in untrodden lands


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DRESS UP, WRITE YOUR AMPERSANDS

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BORN ON THIS DAY..

A day brings reflections
Feelings create emotions

Days meet the months
Months try the seasons

Time moves to get its wear
On what life tells of a year

Day after day, bit by bit
One more year is knit

When the day recollects
Experiences and their texts

With memories in motion
Reflecting on my passion

On a day to look back
Calling the journeyed track

Revisiting what events pack
With my thoughtful knack

On the living on this way
In rendezvous with this day

The day brings back stories
Stories than extend the series

That began with the first cry
Building on life for my sky

The day brings reflections
With tales of my seasons

Born on a day, in my age
It’s time again for my ways

Born on this day, in my sway
Life reminisces the year today

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WHEN I WAS NOT BORN..

When I was not born,

Life had asked,

If I knew what was living

When I was not born,

Death had asked me,

If I knew what was dying

When I was not born,

Life had,

This sudden revelation

To ask me..

When I was not born,

Death had,

This sudden manifestation

To explain me..

Life was there..

Death was there..

Waiting for my words,

Not sure of their positions

They were exasperated,

Personified,

But yet to be born,

I remained with me

They had their reasons,

To ask..

I had my reasons

To not answer..

They remained there

I remained there

These positions were clear,

When I was not born..

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RESURRECTION & EMERGENCE – DIGITALLY TRANSFIGURED PHOTOGRAPHY

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RESURRECTION & EMERGENCE 
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I AM JUST SO BUSY WITH ME NOW..

I am just so busy with me now

That why should I think about

Even if that pain is still there

Life has found itself the path

That the soul had aspired for

Yes, the thought still coexists

But, that life of dependence,

That unease is also over now

 
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I AM JUST SO BUSY WITH ME NOW..

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THINK. IDEATE.

Thoughts flow. They come. They go. They stay put.

Thoughts evolve. They accompany. They personify.

Thoughts ideate. Thoughts pursue. Thoughts create.

The idea of a thought. The idea behind a thought.

The idea shaping a thought. The Thoughts shaping an idea.

The idea of the thought that is shapeless – the thought that takes shape on the go —

The thought that evolves as the time moves – day after day – sometime, the day is counted – sometime, the days remain unaccounted for – along our lives, with our many lives – with tales of our personal lives, with tales on our social lives.

The thought that grows on social behaviour of who we are – on how socially customizable the human beings can become in a society.

In societies that have had long runs of many orthodox cultural ethos affecting almost every sphere of personal and public life – ideas come, thoughts follow – thoughts push for ideas – and words flow – in societies facing existence many layered societies within with rapid and unequally distributed changes.

And the individual should prevail – forced or self-driven, but that should be the desired outcome – something, that should be the most wished paradigm to follow.

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RESPECT THE REBEL VOICE WITHIN YOU

“Don’t conform.
Life has no place for frailties.
Respect the rebel voice within you.
That may well be the call of the finer you.
Aspire and be liberated.
Life has no place for sympathy seekers.”

RESPECT THE REBEL VOICE WITHIN YOU

RESPECT THE REBEL VOICE WITHIN YOU

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MY MADNESS IS FOR ME

My madness is for me
Its joy that makes me we
My freedom is not split
My soul has got its spirit

My loneliness is fulfilling
Its friendship is refreshing
What if they have jeers to say
My peace has me on this way

They don’t care to know me
It’s liberating and so it is to be
I am alone and I am with me
It’s the day and I am finally free

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