Discovering Shapes

Picture: Charles Bridge, Prague, Czech Republic, August, 2014 Virtuous or wicked, thoughts within, Exhibit their true nature, Look at his vision, He fashions such creatures. What you perceived, was a quintessential make, I deceived you with a face so fake!! Blood in my veins, had turned so dark, An egoist in me, generated its spark. Repulsive was my persona, naïve was my attitude, Egregious I had become, I wished for solitude. They hated me, I need not know, I hated myself, was all I knew. So evil were my thoughts, so devilish were my actions, Anticipating the future, I lived in apprehension. Reaping what I sowed, I was burdened with the load, Reminiscences of my past, hurled till the last. Fearlessly I lived, I had nothing to give. Vacillating between the two worlds, I was The one I owned, and the one that owned me, The one I created, and the one that created me. “Save me, stop me!!”, my inner voice burst out “I ...

Picture: Yacht life, Goa, India, Jan, 2018 It is said that change is persistent, Then why does ‘it’ not change for me? They say nothing lasts forever, Why does not forever come soon to me. It is all in the mind, they say Why does it go against me? Acceptance is bliss, Then why do I not accept ‘it’ heartily. Listen to your heart, I’m advised Then why does ‘it’ speak for me. There is so much contentment to grow old with, Then why does ‘it’ grow over me. Optimism will take you far, I heard Then why am I short of hopes today. Life is a long journey, I know Then why does my insight lose power each day. Everything is temporary, I am told Then why doesn’t ‘it’ end for me. It is not the end until it is happy Then why doesn’t the happiness come to me? Not this time, a mystery, it is to me. ‘It’ is the one, no more unknown to me. -- Akriti ( Date: 6th June, 2013) Copyright © 2017. All Rights Reserved

Picture: Halong Bay, Vietnam, December, 2016 Swerving in the symphony of broken vows, Are her spirits - untamable then, unflinching now! Tell a tale, it is for some, some value it a dime, Eternity it is for her, that minuscule fraction of a lifetime. With her head held high, chin held up, She shines like an armor, up above. Drifts left, and takes her flight, She drifts wrong, and drifts right. Gazes at the position far from her sight, Her nerve for the grail, holds her tight. Embarks on the journey, to fathom the ocean alone, Little does she know, to sufferings she is prone. To the world, she is smiling, flying and shining, To the world, she is success and laughter, To her, she is still the same girl, who wanted to be her own crafter. Broken inside, she needs a space, A space, a place, to let loose and burst, And not be judged as feeble and frail, For she needs to vent, vent out once, And vent out last, And not be judged as pall...