The real dream…

The real dream…

 

 

Absconded from the harsh reality

Got tired of the abysmal ways

The world of chicanery and hate

Coerced the innocent soul

Into the dream

To seek fidelity and love

The dream brought the soul

Into an Elysian world

Restoring the faith in goodness and truth

The soul was aware that it was just a dream

It got scared

It didn’t want to elude from it

The morning came and the sun rose

Reality stood up insipidly

To rule its victims

An elegy started playing in the air

The soul never woke up…

An old man and the innocent child…

An old man and the innocent child…

 

 

A cantankerous old man,

A wrinkled face,

Infinite desires,

Small but Impecunious family,

An entire lifetime,

Desecrated soul shouting,

Trying to ameliorate the living,

That innocent child is dead,

For many years now,

Which laughed uncontrollably,

The consistent carping snatched his breath,

Now, the lethargic body,

And the inefficient mind,

Are waiting together,

There is a presentiment of death,

Death for all,

But, for the old man,

It is his reunion with the innocent child…

Illusion…

Illusion…

 

 

 

I woke up,
Or was I dreaming,
It was standing,
And my fear disseminating,
I looked,
It reciprocated,
I was prudent,
It seemed bent,
I pressed the switch,
The light got scattered,
I saw myself in the mirror,
My laughter swallowed the terror…

The lost ones…

The lost ones…

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Look towards the centre of the sea,

the water particles mingling,

bonding with each other,

creating something big,

the gigantic hills,

were an evidence,

of their dalliance,

more like a conflation of ideas,

and those particles came flowing,

all of them,

together,

at the bottom of the hills,

continuing the susurration,

and as they hit the bottom,

the unity was broken,

the particles got mixed,

into the infinite sea,

the scene was heart breaking but real,

it seemed like our lives,

struggling to maintain unity with each other,

flowing on the waves of time,

and finally meeting with the hills of death,

to get lost in the infinite sea of time,

and then again seeking the lost ones to unite…

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My First book is Live…

My First book is Live…

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Hello friends,

My first book titled “My World” is here. It is about a young introverted writer Nitin and His friend Diya. It talks about philosophies and complexities of life in this simplistic world. Please read and tell me what you think.

Order it today.

https://notionpress.com/read/my-world

http://www.amazon.in/My-World-through-Eyes-Introvert/dp/1946983918/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1491562489&sr=8-1&keywords=shreyans+kanswa

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A Minute For Bhangra !

A Minute For Bhangra !

 

My Friend Mr Simarpreet has started a new youtube channel “A minute for bhangra”.

Bhangra is the coolest dance form which has its origin in Punjab. My friend here is putting a lot of efforts in teaching basics of bhangra through short videos. It is really fun learning this amazing dance form. Do like and subscribe to his page and start doing some bhangra.

Here is the link to his channel.

 

My First book is Live…

My First book is Live…

 

Hello friends,

My first book titled “My World” is here. It is about a young introverted writer Nitin and His friend Diya. It talks about philosophies and complexities of life in this simplistic world. Please read and tell me what you think.

Order it today.

 

https://notionpress.com/read/my-world

http://www.amazon.in/My-World-through-Eyes-Introvert/dp/1946983918/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1491562489&sr=8-1&keywords=shreyans+kanswa