My balcony

                                         

                                       

 

                                                                                                                               

                           

I like this view from my balcony..my flat is in the 4th floor and these pics show the kailashgiri hills,the beautiful monsoon clouds and the slight drizzle..

The mistake,man has done since Adam's

Writhing in pain,screaming in dark,

My soul being clasped in mysery

Desperately trying to free itself,

 

From the clenches of agony gripping my soul

Thrawling away in momentary pleasures,

Searching for perfections,which really are fictious.

  The mind never stops its fight over a soul,

weak enough to be enslaved.

The conflict persists between the,

 

soul-blessed with love,honesty and simplicity &

mind-with a cache of deception,disdain

and excessive ambitions,

lured easily by luxury,misgivings and myths..

The struggle continues..until finally,

my soul stops enduring the conflict.

Surrenders itself,defeated and tormented..

The darkness envelops,

the shackles too bind strongly.

The deceptive mind,convinced,

being powerful & successful,

Ignores the bleeding soul,

immured,agonising,crying for help,

trying in vain to knock sense.

Years pass,I succeed materialistically,

yet, I remain miserable,unable to appease,

the desires of my perceptions.

Then,I remember,the moment,

 

I had let my soul lose the conflict

The soul- which I had,

long since imprisoned away,in darkness

with chains soo strongly bound,

that are too late to be unleashed..

I regret now, in deep anguish,

for ignoring my soul,

which otherwise would have,

given me its blessings.

I realise now,surrounded by darkness,

bound in shackles,

The mistake,man has done since Adam's

My first blog post

Today is a very special day,as I am starting to blog after long persuasion which eventually turned into threat from my best friend Aparna.My blog,will not be just a space where I would vent out or babble,nor a diary entry to share with the world,but a deep conscious effort to be truthful. I would let my soul speak for me, recollecting memories buried in me,reflecting tales of pain,love and joy,when  I connect to myself deep inside, exploring that moment where MADNESS just becomes  NECESSARY.