Question Mark

In the world of dreams and imagination, you live with a universal thread that shadows your life inside out. Your aspirant soul is never tired of waiting. No matter where you are, how you feel now, how long you have walked or achieved greatest crowns in the world you still keep waiting, waiting and waiting…


Do you believe in Angels? Do you believe in God-omniscient, omnipresence and omnipotence? Do you believe in the definite end of this world? Would you support a national cause till your death? Will you hang your loved one for transgression?


Can you be sure if what you do, think and speak will go in right direction? Will you be able to serve the desired goal with pure heart and intellect?


If you are still busy in finding answers to these questions, you must have be ready with a contemplated answer for a dominant question-Do you believe in yourself?

Empty Days...Empty Days..

Vacuous time, barren flow and the empty days,

Yesterday, today and yet another day,

Idly passing seamless countless nights and days,

Sliding through the slippery vacant way.

Deadly sound from the dark beating,

Drawing sketches with lessen colours,

Endless seconds with the loud clicking,

Shattered tower and standing pillars.

Snowy the way spread everywhere,

Leading no one towards nowhere,

Across the sea white air smelling,

Discovering the golden bay rarely reaching.

                        Dated 7 February, 2007; recalled 12 June, 2011