The Silence of the Mind

Sometimes I wake up at the middle of the night and look at the pitch black ceiling of my room. Nothing crosses my mind then. As if I am floating through space and not a single strand of thought to break my trance.

Its at those moments that I realize suddenly how important it is to appreciate silence in a world which never stops talking.

When We Have Lost All Our Faith

What will become of us, when we have lost all our faith in our fellow men ?

Will you sleep better with such thoughts stuck on the back of your head ?

A grey cloud looms over the city today, but the dark inside my heart is more,

I have seen the widest gaps bridge and the impenetrable wear.

Trust and faith crumbled up and thrown outside the window of the moving car.

Is it up to me how I decipher your call, or is it how you comprehend ?

Raindrops In A Pool

In the pool, it was a great day to remember, as we all enjoyed the torrential downpour and relaxed. I let myself float in the water, the rain falling straight to my face. As I looked blankly at the grey sky, the rain now only a drizzle, I tried to follow every single drop of water falling from such a height into the pool, by my side. I wonder how something coming from the huge and fathomless ocean must be feeling in this tiny, shallow pool of ours. In the sea it must have traveled thousands of miles for hundreds of years before being picked up by this cloud and eventually being dropped in the pool. I do not know why, but it made me humble.

A Desolated Room

Inside the desolated room we stand.

No purpose, left for us anymore.

The pain is now a bit subdued,

The night will lead us to the shore.

There we shall find resort,

Beside the sandy beach.

The pain there will be no more,

For you, away from reach.

Floating In The Ocean of Life

The fact that sometimes we defy rational thinking and follow our heart makes us different from machines. 

Life is not a project that one has to finish within a given period of time following some predefined rules. To me, life is like sailing through the seas, there are no specific end to your voyage, no certain boundary, beyond which it will cease to exist. There are only different ports which we arrive at during our journey, and its this journey that matters the most.

A Great Day

It is a great day... great in the sense that the day just doesn't seems to be ending. 

Ghost In The Office

Laptop's battery is about to die.

There is not a single soul on the 9th floor of this majestic tower in which my cabin resides. The security guards have switched off the corridor lights and the entire floor is only illuminated by the array of blue skirting lights.

I am about to pack up when I remembered a piece  of document I have left on a colleague's table. Its at the far corner of the room and all the lights have been put out. As I left my desk and approached the darkness, I felt  thousand of eyes looking at me. I realized that they are nothing but the red fuse lamps from the innumerable switch boards that adorn the office walls. 

A ghostly red halo is surrounding each of them and it makes the mind go dizzy if you look at it for a long while.

Trust and Hope

Hope, once lost can be found again in bits and pieces. 

Trust once broken remains broken...