Merchant of Stories

Of late, I thought to give a break from my overpowering feelings, Of contention and its clumsiness, Take a pause and stroll along with the realms of peace, Carved through mine personified attitude or constant practice. When tried to cradle the enticing charmer, Moments of self-realization, nudged me to clasp for air, A bitter reality dawned before me, The threshold of the world of peace, prohibited for unskilled artists. I got drenched in a pool of thoughts... Oh! Did I plunge myself into a chasm of sceptical notions? Can it ever be achieved? Am I the right to savour its docility? Do I have to endure the pain of being rejected? I began to wander aimlessly along its shore. All at once the truth dawned before me, To attain the unsurpassed, sublime presence of peace, I need to be trained with unsurmountable prosopopoeia of forgiveness, Eternal calmness rowing me to the brim of peace. When Fate itself take the realms of th...

A celestial hush of impersonal silence, Remains unscathed and intact, It's rhythm, It's cadence, It's stillness, It's serenity, Engulfing me in its healing power. Pounding rain shatters the silence, Leaves stir and tumble deep down, Wieldy ocean waves  quietening the shores, Amidst I remain silent with songs unsung. Like lyrics floating along with the wind, Songs penetrating the stills of night, Silence remains static, With flaming eyes that speak. In golden wings of silence, I carry my fancies and dreams, Words untold paths untrodden, Amidst I remain silent haloed in divine light. Silence in the weeping of the skies, Heavenly tears falling on the leaves, Rhythmic fall of the  morning dewdrops Uplifts the soul into a unified celestial communion. Silence in the fragrance of the flower, Silence in the distant ringing bells, Silence in the prayers unanswered, Only resonance is its impregnated aloofness. Silence  before a stormy outbu...

Serene as the drizzling of the heavenly  raindrops, Powerful as the sunbeams embracing our earth,  Majestic as the dazzling of flowing waters, Unswerving bond to our nation be kindled, Through the bloodstream of each Indian. Appraising the patience and heroic deeds of thousands for  their divine sacrifices, Shredded their lives for us to breathe, The sweetened free air. Never should we forget the silentious words, Nor the unfallen tears of our Heroes safeguarding our boundaries, Humble we be, bowing before each drop of blood they wither, Against the evil-eyed attackers, Waiting for a spark to tear our nation apart, The rarest of all Gems encroached safely, Among sparkling oceans and mighty mountains. Boundless is the love Mother India spreads,  To patriots who bleeds for his nation  Uplift and consoles him, Like a mother who cuddles her children, Close to her heart when aches in pain, Sanctity of her affecti...

Slowly, he pulled down the shutters of his tea shop with a heavy heart and trembling hands. Helplessly, we watched the pain outlined over his, otherwise bustling eyes. It was the first Alumni celebrations ever conducted in our college. Thanks to WhatsApp, a social media platform which was fast binding the hearts and souls that has fallen apart. It was like ‘Beyond the Dreams’ coming true to Tony, who took the initiative to get us all connected. He felt,  positive responses were the Thank-you note to his strenuous hardships and dedication in uniting groups long lost and forgotten, but finally re-discovered. Eventually, the reunion day unfolded into boundless fantasies on 18th April 2019. Our college, a haven of greenery was in a festive mood. Situated beside the coastal lines of Shanghumugham beach, spread across 36 acres, lulled by the riverine breeze, its long stretch of silver sands, mould and uplift her beyond any leaps and bounds. A little ahead of the gate is the s...

The self-loving spectrum of charismatic people is widely emerging in our modern world. As said, this tendency of self-love exits in every individual, but this far-reaching vice upon the self-inflated sport, Selfie was born quite recently.  What do you think?  Is it personality disorder or our new generation smartphones lured us into it? I remember my graduation in Literature, I had to learn about Greek mythological character, Narcissus, I used to wonder how anyone can fell in love with one's own image. This concept, down the time, turned to be under Psychoanalytical study of Sigmund Freud which later on considered as a social or cultural problem. Here behaviour malfunctioning is not the point I want to highlight. Among the modern generation, this ever-growing phenomenon tempts and allures the Selfie people to dangerous spots like mountain tops, tall building, seas, lakes, and railway tracks to take inimitable shots, at the cost of their own life...