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Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Realisation of a misplaced soul


People come here
to live homeless, but that too 
becomes like a home
with all its illusions.
So wise it is to keep moving,
never allowing the 
sense of permanence 
to get over you.

The sense of belonging
is a tough deal to keep,
more than the insurance it gives, 
it's shakles keep your head under 
the sand, and chokes you, 
it sheaths your eyes, 
so you can't see that 
you were born to fly.

But yourself turn you not
into a morose face 
brooding over the uselessness
that all of us shall die one day;
don't you whine, for anything that 
longer stays loses it's shine,
for a wonder that is short and
not certain gives us a chance to 
cherish our lives divine.

So may we live with the resolve
"die another day",
not to avoid what can't be;
but 'cause it never fails to show up,
we hold in our eyes the spark
and live with as much 
love and as much joy,
the life that is today!

~nayan
wed, 10th feb 2021,
patna



Wednesday, February 3, 2021

It's time to connect back


Thus spake the wise word -
excess of anything
is always bad,
but few can foresee
what for most,
only time has to tell.

Those who rule those who toil,
those who strike those who bear,
those who break those who join,
if only their hearts would have 
felt their pain,
and their bodies would have 
seen their sweat,
and their veins would have 
sipped their sap,
they would have
listened more and spoken less,
given more and taken less,
embraced more and banished less,
for those that are one,
divide not for selfish gain,
for those that love
dwell not on the path of hate,
for those that are in touch
direct not like a race,
but cares truly like a friend,
and stands by the side,
helps when it helps,
holds a torch otherwise.

Oh dear!
do you hear?
it's time to connect back!


~nayan
wed, 3rd feb 2021
patna