YUGEN

We, the breathing vessels, Occupied, with a name Occupied with some purpose Hate being alone, hate being empty But what are we more than a gust of wind What are we other than a breath of air Other than the little endless emptiness inside Yes we are filled, with the deep empty ocean Sinking in … Continue reading the breathing vessels →

We live amongst we live with countless impulses We are not every one of them but are surrounded We go for solitude and drop on some expression The expressions are countless impulses Hardened, sharpened, rational, impulsive impulses Just like waves in an ocean We go for totality, try to stretch out to something beyond We … Continue reading Blind Stretching Wing →

pitch dark night pitch darker day sleep is the only inevitable way how much long can u go there are not the longitudes which are to cover how far can you get there is no escape, no escape from the space within even if you sweat, even if you get wet it is far stretched, … Continue reading inside thunder →

Submerged..submerged in a beautiful daylight spread across Athens or Ionia or Crete. That embraced white colour of the culture is all over my being. People are still savages in the historical sense. They are in the middle of a pure civilized cultural transformation. Expressions are pure, expressions are new. Everyone is exploring the difference and … Continue reading Free Age →

रुद्रवीणा ...आलापिची नाजूकता ,कोमलता,भयाणता,सखोलता काय वर्णावी! आवाज असा की गंभीर आर्त साद. त्याच्या प्रत्येक तारेच्या झंकारा बरोबर येणारा तो मधुर आणि अनंतापर्यंत सखोल जाउ शकणाऱ्या आवाजाला मी पूर्णपणे माझ्या ऐकण्यातून न्याय देउ शकत नसल्याची खंत नेहमी राहते. असं वाटत राहत की हा काहीतरी असं सांगून गेला जे तो सांगत असताना आपले कान दुसरीकडेच लागले होते. … Continue reading रुद्रवीणा →

Memory jar is to remind me the fragility of something which I call my identity Who am i? what am I calling myself? I am a speck of dust bound to mortality I definitely see that I operate on past which keeps on layering my ‘self’ Every pretention every attention every intention for some ‘self’ … Continue reading Memory Jar →

कोणीतरी आत्ता धाव घेऊन येईल अस का वाटत राहत कळत नाही. सश्याच काळीज म्हणजे काय कळतय. बसलोय आत्ता ऑफिस मध्ये. बाकीची माणस पण आहेत, एक माणूस असाच खिश्यात हात घालून इकडे तिकडे भटकतोय. एवढा एक सोडला तर बाकी शांतता आणि वातावरण अस की वाटावं जगात कुठे काम होत असेल आणि माणस स्वतःला झोकून देत असतील … Continue reading बाष्फळ →

जंगल . त्या जंगलातील एक पडकी वास्तू. कोणीही तिकडे कित्येक वर्षात फिरकलेले नाही हे स्पष्ट समजतंय. एके काळी त्या वास्तुमध्ये माणसाच्या वास्तव्याने प्राण फुंकले असतील. पण आता? आता जंगलाच्या त्या वेड्यावाकड्या अस्तित्वात ती वास्तू मिसळून गेल्याच , एकरूप झाल्याच स्पष्ट समजतंय. या जंगलातील काळी कभिन्न रात्र म्हणजे तर साक्षात निर्जीवातेचा भास. इथे फक्त वटवागुलांचा वावर … Continue reading वास्तू →

Even though we see a proper established academics, teaching philosophy is still a challenge. Academic philosophy that we see today has a strict defined pattern and a syllabus for the subject. Philosophy is categorized in different subjects and different isms for the basic purpose of academics. But does a student going through and earning a … Continue reading Academic Philosophy →

i know I will always find myself less abled when it comes to just pour in ‘life’ on paper. it is so beautiful that the word beautiful itself is limiting it ‘life’. the word itself is not alive to just mend itself in different feelings, different colours, different angles, different depths, different horizons. It can … Continue reading dead words →