This weekend, the mind is numb and heart is beating with some heaviness. The skies are unkind and the weather is unforgiving. Wrote some poems today, which I am putting here as this week's post.
A Noisy Silence
A silence
So loud
Hangs in the room
That it
Pierces through the hearing
And in the din of it
Drowns all
The soft and mild
Whispers of sweet love.
A Gift to be Earned
Apart from this, a Short Story, Betrayed by Time got a life today, which I will share in following week. This is the second short story I wrote, after The Death of a Soldier which I wrote some time back.
A Noisy Silence
A silence
So loud
Hangs in the room
That it
Pierces through the hearing
And in the din of it
Drowns all
The soft and mild
Whispers of sweet love.
A Gift to be Earned
Love,
is not a divine entitlement.
The very idea of
love\
on account of being what you are
is flawed.
It is a right to be earned
you need to
struggle,
Get cleansed and grow,
into better being,
... Else it is all
narcissism
or sheer stupidity.
It is everything
but love,
admiration, infatuation
anything, but love.
(c) Saket Suryesh
is not a divine entitlement.
The very idea of
love\
on account of being what you are
is flawed.
It is a right to be earned
you need to
struggle,
Get cleansed and grow,
into better being,
... Else it is all
narcissism
or sheer stupidity.
It is everything
but love,
admiration, infatuation
anything, but love.
(c) Saket Suryesh
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