This blog is our space to write about our thoughts, views and notes about our travels. Osho owned 90 Rolls Royces while being a Sanyasi …. The so-felt contradiction is very fascinating and hence the name !
I inhale, I love, I hate, I cry, I laugh I drive and jump the lights I cry and lose unfairly I grow higher and around I yell and break off a relationship I hug and make up a lost friendship I write a poem, a story, an exclusive I get slapped and I shovel … Read more
He was a star Feted and loved Dependable and a man of integrity, Then came a fork in the road And he took the wrong turn, The bottles emptied thick and fast Some lies and some truths Some beating and some running away He was to reach heights And he turned out to be acrophobic … Read more
The full moon plays hide and seek As the car weaves through traffic, The tall buildings try and offer cover, Where once the trees did .. You can’t look up, unless You stop … And stop you cannot ! The honey colored moon can wait But that bill is due tonight As the moon lights … Read more
This was written by me on the Hussain Sagar express train on Jan 11, 2003 “This school never closes Until you graduate It opens every day With the Sun, And goes on till you Nod off to sleep… You wade through it Sometimes over sharp stones, Sometimes over mossy ones And some other times, On … Read more
“To Life” In living, The daily routine, Amidst the tears, The smiles The victory and defeat, We forget … Life ! Life isn’t existing, Life is living, Life is conviction, And life is joy !! …….It’s an experience, Given by the unseen Nature, Made of emotions, Feelings, love & hatred ! The shackles of civilization, … Read more
All the drama, All the laughter and tears All the hatred and love Between two breaths.. The cycle of life and death Between the time you breathe in And are able to breathe out …. Then again breathe in… If anywhere along the way, The cycle breaks All the hatred would be unfinished The love … Read more
One of my uncles passed away yesterday … He was married to my father’s sister. She had passed away almost six years back. They have three children, two daughters and a son, all married with children of their own. My aunt had a sharp tongue but she worked her heart out and gave all that … Read more
It seems like the fluttering Of the eyelid, just once But twenty three years Flew by Years of keeping the promise Given, in the first look The long hair gone The bald pâté A handsomer you And the same wild me What a ride we have had And what adventures in store The love intact … Read more