The Eternal Sky




Looked while thanksgiving
Glanced at while in trouble
An interminable space to
The little kid’s imagination
And room to the
Grown up’s insecurities
Gandered by
The eyes of aspirants,
The atrocities of tyrants
The stories of dreamers,
The trust of believers
The hues of rainbows,
And the indited prose
The wrath of black clouds,      
And the veiled shrouds
The shatters in history,
The unsolved mystery
Place to unheard words,
And to flying birds
To unseen scars,
And to clustered stars
Witnessing all lost fights,
And the wavering kites
To all the colossal ruins,
And to smiling moons
A considerate ally
The eternal sky
Being gone through all
Exemplary and small
Yet remains unflappable there
Every day and forever.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Man Who Knew Infinity ∞

Image
You would have easily inferred from the title that this article is about Srinivasa Iyengar Ramanujan or more commonly S. Ramanujan, who is a remarkable example of mathematical brilliance. He was born in Erode, Tamil Nadu on 22 December, 1887. India celebrates his birthday as National Mathematics Day . While most of us may be tormented by the mere idea of Trigonometry, Ramanujan was thorough with trigonometry at the age of 12. So, if I try to fit Ramanujan in today’s India, he would be a typical non-medical science student, attending coaching classes to crack JEE to make it to the dream education brand of India. Nevertheless, this piece is about Ramanujan and not about the poignancy of the education system. About how this man, who against all odds, went on to become the first Indian to be elected a fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge . When he was 16, he came across a book – ‘A Synopsis of Elementary Results in Pure and Applied Mathematics’, which aroused his curiosity in...
Read more

Something more!

Image
I sat to write something Something that would tranquilize the readers Something that would satiate the inner me With joy which knows no boundary   A notion all at once dawned on me Writing is such a bliss and glory I can delve inside myself And bring out all I have ever wanted to I stop and fantasize about writing I stop and think highly Of every piece of writing I have stumbled upon And deem the collective endeavor by everybody Put into oeuvre and creativity Hundreds and thousands of years Some fictional and some bona-fide tears Would have been crafted To make this basket This basket may not itself realize its preeminence What it gives When it becomes a confidante For a lone wolf When it takes a crestfallen Into its jovial realm When it opens a whole new world For somebody who abhors the existing The basket may not itself discern its virtue There are many who consider it Something more than...
Read more

The Darkest Plight

Image
I was frightened, I was terrified, I felt frozen Until I reached the darkest destination. It was nerve-racking, My heart skipped beats And my brain couldn’t think Until I made the darkest trepidation It was blurry, My eyes were bleeding And I couldn’t see Until I faced the darkest situation It was choking, My lungs couldn’t soak in air And I couldn’t breath Until I witnessed the darkest fear I lied down, I tried to sleep To get some peace And I couldn’t find any tranquillity Until I experienced the darkest anxiety I got up, I tried to stand But my legs hurt Like they have been cut Until I sensed the darkest distress But since the storm has passed And there's been given another chance I know things drift apart in pieces, Only to fall in place. Circumstances seem stiff, Only to end in grace And nights seem tenebrous, Only until shiny days.
Read more