Some Thoughts To Ponder Poem by indira babbellapati

every experience is a lesson preparing us to meet the challenges of old age n every offering is a way shown to us to offer ourselves willingly at the end of the show...

silence definitely eloquent. silence undoubtedly expressive. but to experience those moments of eloquence and expression, don't you think we do need some communication?

with whom you find yourself all in one piece/with whom you experience bliss and joy/that's where lies your final refuge

i came here branded as a daughter. later i got stamped under several brands. still i remain as i, struggling to get to the roots of the i...

agony at seperation outweighs the joy of togetherness...

the insides as well the insider are mysteries. when they surprise us is beyond guess...

visit to historical places bring the collective unconscious to the fore and allows us a blink of re-living in the old world we once belonged to...

the soul alone has the capacity to lay everything in stark day light...my strengths, my weakness, the dark niches of my mind-which i call a cave-the secrets i keep in dark...everything, just everything! it's a store house, you see...

i always wonder how much of here we know that we think what it may be there!

isn't thoughtless state, though for a blink, is joyous?

no longer can i think of what you think of me...i'm engaged otherwise!

more than death, living seem to intrigue me these days...

a blink of sorrow, a blink of joy...what an engrossing game of hide and seek!

in whole of this creation only flowers have the privilege to bloom straight away into youth and to fade away in youth...

08mar2010
12.17hrs