Countless stunning specks of diamonds,
the opulent night sky proudly displays,
for the eyes of  both believers and heretics.
Writes scintillating alphabets of beauty that spells,
eternity in millions of wondrous ways stunning us,
in colors of star lights that stare,twinkle,wink,
or keep a stoic silence,for us  from the firmament,
thereby displaying all the answers to questions,
even the ones, that one failed to ask, in the first place$

Some times
We freeze
We stop living
We stop thinking
We become blank

We forget our surroundings
We become blind
We forget to remember
We fail to react

We die momentarily
In dark space
We come across
Such small deaths many times
In our lives
Especially when whom we consider
So dear and near
Depart us …



Seems like we are lost for ever,
even when we are in the midst of a crowd
When we lose the energies of those who are nearby
When we fail to connect

We feel the emptiness of the complexities that surround us
The work that has been done, remaining to be done
Does it really matter what we do?
Or what we live for?

Does it really matter that we live?
In the vast timeline of the universe
Where do we stand?
The infinitely  negligible
Portion of the man in the entire universe?