An Excursion Through The Mind
Snippets of poetry and prose
Snippets of poetry and prose
Aug 31st
When you aren’t in the best of health, It’s when it feels so insipid, When it feels like the whole world is spinning, In an endless loop round your dizzy head, Your body feels like a theatre of war, Waged between a foe and your biological friends, For some this battle is short for some
Aug 31st
When everything goes wrong, And there is little you can do, Courage is the only thing, That’s gonna get you through, In those incessant volumes of space, Exists a power the weak cannot face, It is the immutable desire to succeed, The power that surmounts all hurdles of life, The power for which all must
Aug 31st
As I sat tired in a forest full of peepal trees, I saw some tender leaves floating with the breeze, A lively breeze it was that blew past me, So I rose with energy to learn something new, To learn about a leaf’s journey, a journey known to few, I followed it out of the
Aug 31st
As the first golden rays pierce the morning skies, Lively and hopeful from my bed I alight, Hoping to witness nature’s splendour so fabulous, A splendour that ceaselessly endeavours to subsist, A stick and invaluable trail are the only paraphernalia, Which guide me through this seventh heaven, This seventh heaven is the picturesque forest, So
Aug 31st
The sweet tasting waters of the Ganga, So holy are they to the devoted deity of India, So quenching are they to the millions of parched throats, In it millions cleanse their mind, body and souls, It is the water, in which we see our inner selves, And the water in which we see the
Aug 31st
With the speed of a galloping black stallion, Flew the blinding darkness of night, From the sky emerged sunrays; golden, Inspiring the weak to shun all fright, It revived those who for years had lain, Trapped in the dusty cellars of caste society, It imparted success to those who had endeavoured in vain, For ages
Aug 31st
As I sat alone in my room, My whole mind filled with gloom, I looked out of my window, And what did I happen to see, Two chestnut coloured squirrels, Darting in and out of the trees, As they chased each other from tree to tree, I felt their long bushy tails were waving out