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Beauty and Real Beauty

Have you ever felt what sets wings to your emotions as you suddenly exclaim,” What a beautiful thing this is!” For us anything can be beautiful, irrespective of person, place or emotion. Even a tragic movie ends, leaving tears into our eyes and our heart wells out saying it.... beautiful!! So, really, to define beauty is as difficult as to define ‘point’ in mathematics. However, I would say everything, beautiful which is the object of happiness. But remember, not the source of happiness. The difference of object and source must be understood to appreciate this definition. Let me explain it through example: When we meet our loved one after a long-time, our eyes become full of tears. We cry...But we feel happiness...I would call it beauty....
But how am I able to witness this beauty? It is because I have already bore the pain of being away from her.
The source of happiness is the pain. But Pain itself is not the happiness. May be for one person, the clamouring of birds is just noise and fo…

Drops

In the serene-still surface of water When a rain-drop strikes A ripple flows towards the shore Leaving behind the circular traces When sun-light glistens the recurring flow The sparkling aura seems like infinite lives Dancing and enjoying in their colourful dresses With humming melodious tune Celebrating and welcoming a new one Now, an indistinguishable part of Whole
It is now scorching rays of sun Burning and boiling As if disaster is pushed into million drops of life Even the tears of all is not suffice to melt the heart of sun They run; they protect and like a martyr Sacrifice their life for one another
And now it is night The cold breezy air is flowing And letting the tiresome drops relax And forget all the sorrows, pains and losses Perhaps getting them ready for new dawn New life and new fight...

A Melody

My eyes were closed
And my mind empty
Yet I could see
A life, coming in and going out
Through my nostrils, wind-pipe to my stomach
And I could feel my heart humming a melody...
A melody!!...vibrating and resonating my soul
Invigorating me to dance, sing and roll...
And my fingers moving on the key-board
Letting me out the indescribable feeling
Through the words, but in vain
The words were just old...stale...
With every word typed in...It is just past, a memory
Not the feeling...
I wonder if I could hold the feeling
Tightly and cosily
And every time, I did...
I felt the synchronicity loosen down
And my soul fastened

A Living-invisible to Dead-Visible

Every day when I went to my office I saw her on the road side Watching vigorously Without blinking her abysmal eyes Her frail skull, her bony body Her bare feet, her scattered hairs Her reedy fingers, her cold look Shivered my whole being Felt like a lightening stroke to my heart And then when I saw people walking by Without noticing her existence Absorbed in their own symphony I wonder if she is too thin to be invisible Invisible to all of us... And then when I reached my home She just became a tragic moment of today’s episode... And her memories got fade away with each passing moment Life went on... She was never different... Yeah! Worst can’t be worse... And with each passing day...  I got immune to her... She was just a picture hung in my memories Now...my shivering...and lightening stroke Got softened through the passage of time... And suddenly one day... I did not see her... And again, next day... Then, again and again Now it had been two weeks I saw her... And today when I opened my newspaper I saw …