The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

Saturday, 13 February 2010


It happened again

Words, sometimes they come
Words, sometimes they run
Words, almost they cram
Words, sometimes they jam
Words, sometimes they make
Words, almost they break

It happened again

Words they could not tell
What I intended,
To be left on our trail
Words, they seemed to nail,
Failing me before You
This time as well
As me,
Words, almost as they fail,
Sending me to the agonizing wail

Words, sometimes they don’t come
Words, sometimes they just run

It happened again
Words, for their whole equations
Letters could not find combinations
Leaving a trail
Words, sometimes they, too, wail
Words, almost as they fail