Date : July 19, 2017

From the tears of those weary eyes
Sorrows and joy both got wet
Bold and heavy hearts bow
To love, truth and respect.

Lifeless are those vessels
Which make noise without substance
Still ponds meditate
Over life, tranquil and penance.

Arrows leaving the bow
Only can hunt life and lifeless
But fire in a heart
Can burn age, dreams and sex.

No water can quench
Thirst of a wildfire
No effort can scale
Limitless desire.

Posted by Abhilash Nanda at 9:11 p.m.

Date : July 19, 2017

She Walks
She used to walk the path
Paved with her two legs
Like the goat trails amid grass
In wilderness of the river banks.

Her eyes saw lives floating
Along the current they went
Where the flow decided where to go
With no mind and no heart they went.

But she chose to choose her own direction
Sometimes above the rocks
Sometimes through the shrubs
And sometimes over the thrones.

Alone she walks for herself
Refusing to follow the rest
Exploring the nature around her
Exploring the nature within us.

Yet those legs encounter some length of mire
Through which they must endure
For it's the price to chalk one's own path
But at the end for the rest to follow.

Posted by Abhilash Nanda at 9:15 p.m.

Date : March 28, 2016

The Guide
Living on the land kissing oceans,
He wandered for time unknown,
Between smoggy lines of restlessness and fear,
Of a sedate life with planted feet,
And the freshness of a life beyond the horizon.

He chose the death by an adventure,
To life of firm boredom.
Then he needed a guide,
To sail through the unknown,
And, the search began.

Fear of unknown and detachment was never a guide,
Hence once his eyes closed, they detached.
Courage became the boat,
But where is the guide?

He searched behind the rocks,
Over the plains,
Across the rivers,
And atop the hills.

But how one living on land can master,
The crests and troughs of seas?
Heartbroken he returned to the beach,
And looked far, far into the sea.

Then he sailed.

And sailed he,
At first failed and toiled,
And when he found the guide,
It was him, all along.

He the seaman, who let go of,
Fear, disappointment, time and passion
For courage, adventure, timelessness and peace.
Of sailing on a seas of highs and lows,
Free and liberating.

Posted by Abhilash Nanda at 5:16 a.m.

Date : Dec. 19, 2015

Containing Void And Null
Life of a stone,
Mimicking breath,
In a body cotton soft,
Pretending life.

Incoherent mind and heart,
Fighting each other,
Standing on the same side,
Opting for the end.

Walking with a silent wail,
Wherever it goes,
Neither serenity skips a beat,
Nor divinity makes it beat.

A shell of pretension,
Containing void and null,
Free of dreams or will,
Keeps floating.

Posted by Abhilash Nanda at 9:50 a.m.

Date : Dec. 18, 2015

A Rolling Tear
A rolling tear,
Or is it slipping?
Down the eyes,
Into a sea of emotions,
Dense, slowly undulating.

Sliding over it,
It climb rocks,
Merging through the sand,
Trying forward the dry sand,
To reach its end.

Paths of hardships,
Aching the hearts that carves itself,
In the sky,
Under the ground,
Aiming the flatlands.

The land of pastures,
Of calm, steadiness and a relaxed long breath,
In summer, rain and winter,
It reaches self tamed till the end,
And closes its eyes.

Posted by Abhilash Nanda at 9:54 a.m.