~~ WANDERED & WONDERED ~~ . One winter weekend when the west wind was whistling I wandered into the woods wondering where we went wrong? Was it when we wrecked the world waging wars with wretched weapons? Walking down the winding ways I watched the whispering willows and wondered why we wasted the wild of the world without a worry? Why words written by the wise were weeded away while the words of wicked were welcomed? I witnessed a wasp: writhing and wriggling to escape the webs of a widow and wondered why we wait and watch while the world withers to the worst Why we weep and whine and wish when we need the will to work Work to weed the waste of the world Wandering back the winding ways I walked out of the withering woods Wondering the whys, the whos and the whats Without an answer to one
This shot was taken when we were coming back to our hotel after visiting all the spots in and around Murshidabad. The last place was in a far off place amongst the villages. We were sitting on a motor van. The bright green fields extended to the horizon on all sides. The sky was red and the sun was setting. It was blissful. This shot was accidental where a lady going back home after collecting wood and a cow were moving in the opposite direction to us and were caught in the frame in motion. _________________________________
Believe in yourself in this world Believe that they exist Kind souls with pure hearts They maybe rare but not extinct Spreading happiness even when they are sad Hiding their pain to bring smiles on the faces of others. If you find one hold them tight. Keep them close. Do not let them go. But don't be sad if you don't find one. You can always become the one The kind person you were looking for It isn't easy. I know that. But its not impossible either. You just have to look at yourself smile and believe.
This was my first try at writing something different. The poem starts with one word in first line then increases gradually to reach seven on seventh line then decreases to one on the thirteenth then so on. Keep believing. In yourself. In humanity. We are being tested by the Universe. And we will surely survive this test. ♥️ ____________________________
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Dear Gods and Goddesses of all the Religions that were, are and will be I have a few questions for all of You that is if You do exist for real which I have begun to doubt now. Have You really left us? Like Danny Archer said Or have You always been that Just a figment of our imagination? I don't know. Maybe I will never But You have proven something and I thank You for that You don't care what happens to our race You don't mind humans losing humanity Why don't You stop the carnage that happens inside Your so-called 'homes'? Why do You just look and smile as those monsters feed on the children? You do nothing as innocent little lives are devoured by those same imposters who use Your name for their gain. Tell me! Tell us all! What was their crime That they had to face such beasts? Did they not worship You properly? Or were You too busy in Your heavens? Have You given up on the human race? Or maybe You've become a sadistic monster as well? I know You won't answer. You never do. Cause, my dear Gods, you've always been like that. I feel it's time for us humans, now to forget the differences, to join hands To unite together and save what's left For it already feels like, we're too late.
The more I see the world, the less I believe in some imaginary figure in the clouds who'll guide us. Even if there is someone like that, he won't help us unless we help ourselves. Humanity is the Greatest religion of all. ___________________
Jafarganj Cemetery serves as the final resting place for Mir Jafar and many of his family members. Although the place is nothing but a grim reminder of death and of an era bygone, this shot taken during sunset makes you want to appreciate the beauty that comes with end and death _______________
The remains of the original Kiriteswari temple, that was made over a millennium ago. Survived tides of time and waves of wars, and now old and withered to a ruin. A new temple was built a few hundred yards away and everything shifted there but this one still stands there, perhaps as a symbol of the changing times. ____________________
Shot on a Short Trip to #murshidabad in 2019 _________________________
Nashipur Rajbari in Murshidabad is far lesser known compared to its neighbouring palaces. For that reason, this place remains very less crowded and at places, very eerie. The long empty hallways have a thing about them
Home, to me, is not a roof or walls made of brick. Home is where I want to be when I feel a little sick. Maybe it's my mother's hug or perhaps her tasty food. Maybe it's my father's arms which really feels so good. Those silly little fights with my sister, I guess that is what home is. In Grandma's fairy tales or In Grandpa with all his gifts... Where all of this comes together, There is no 'I' or 'You' but only 'We', That feeling of warmth and care is what Home means to me.
At a point of time when we are all literally stuck in our Home Sweet Homes, a poem to remind you all how important our homes and our families are. Some of us may not like this situation of being stuck at home, but it's for our best. This is a great time to connect with yourself and your families. Who knows, you may discover new things about them? Home is an ode to all the people who make our homes 'Home's.
Also this is my first poem to be published in print so it holds a special place in my heart. ___________________
In a matter of mere months Masks have come a long way From the sign of panic and terror to the sign of protection today. Wearing masks back then to hide who they really were. Wearing masks today to hide from this nightmare. Same masks they put on when they attacked that kid Have become their device of protection from COVID Humans? Virus? Who cares! Isn't it always the same? Causing panic and hysteria Pawns of a political game Be it a virus or maybe their never ending lies It's impossible to see through them even with open eyes Those students only wanted to protest with peace and silence But those masked goons only knew the language of violence They stormed into hostels Armed with their patriotic wrath Showed no mercy; no remorse Wrecking students in their path Now that the nation has been stormed in a very similar manner They hide behind actual masks instead of their orange banner Times have changed Reasons have changed The terror. The masks. They remain unchanged.
Let me get lost in this hell Be consumed by this void Let me go! Let me be! Don't come looking for me Cause I'm lost already I can never come back Cause I'm lost forever Don't you dare follow me You will lose your way There is no road back home You're worried? For me? Oh, don't worry. I'm fine For I've made this darkness My 'Home Sweet Home'.
I found this place in the Berhampore district of West Bengal, near the Kiriteswari temple. A thousand year old man made structure, which was probably once a temple, now abandoned and embraced by the roots and trunks of a tree. The wobbling bricks that would have definitely crumbled down by now, stand strong thanks to the intervening of nature. This place is surely one of the most beautiful I've ever seen. Looking inside this structure, I saw a dark void. An empty darkness where one could get lost. An empty darkness which resembled the one residing inside me. Yeah, I have been lost inside my head, my thoughts, the darkness inside me many times. There were moments when I thought I would succumb to them. There were days of that. But in the end, I always came back. And I think, all of us can. We can come out of our darkness, find our way back from being lost and escape the void. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But we keep trying, maybe some day. Don't lose hope.
It was your blue eyes that mesmerized me I lost myself in them and never came back. It was your blue eyes that made me dream of standing beside you our fingers intertwined. It was your blue eyes deeper than the oceans where I drowned myself in an endless infinite. It was your blue eyes where a world resides that is vast and free just like the skies. It was your blue eyes that caged my heart where I am glad to be remain forever trapped.
********** It is truly said that eyes are the windows to the soul. Eyes can say a lot which words can't convey. Even a mere glance speaks louder than a dozen love letters. They are definitely the most beautiful parts of a human being. We can say so much about them and yet fail to describe them with our words. **********
I found this tree on the grounds near the Kiriteswari Temple, situated a few kilometres near Murshidabad in Berhampore. Kiriteswari Temple is one of the Holy 51 Sati Peeths and also the oldest temple in the whole district. It's around a 1000 years old. I don't know if this structure was a temple or not. Nonetheless it was fascinating to look at man made structure taken over by nature like that and creating a beautiful piece of art.
Tell me something, do you remember those days? All the magical moments before we parted our ways. Lying on the velvet grass on top of that green hill While you were with me the world came to a still. Under that lone oak tree it was just you and me You promised me a forever and said, "Together we will be" Hours we spent there looking at the sky Counting all the birds as they kept flying by. Looking at the clouds giving each a weird name I never realized that soon it won't be the same. Staring at the birds you'd whisper, "I want to fly" "For you, I will grow wings", to make you laugh, I'd try. Gone are those days now Of lying on top of that hill You left me with a gaping hole in my heart which I can't fill I still remember all the words we said under the blue sky I can not forget them No matter how much I try Planes soaring through the clouds Or that lonely yellow kite All those times we were together You remember them too, right?