Who is the Beggar?

I come to the temple by walking with my bare foot. You come to the temple in your costly bike or car and then go inside barefoot. I am wearing a dirty shirt and a torn shorts, covering my forehead with one hand to escape the sun. You are wearing a muddy colored t-shirt and…

Can I feel?

“Am I real? Am I as real as them? I see them. With all their flesh and bones. Thier smile and their tears. Their anger and joy.  I see their emotions. I witness them and I process the data and the outcome is my information. Information is knowledge. And my knowledge is limited.  Why is…

Countdown

10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… … “Happy New Year. A very happy new year, babe.”, I hugged her and then looked into her eyes and kissed her softly, “And Happy Birthday to you, my precious love.” She was blushing and sweating. “Thank you, dear. Happy New Year to you too.”, she…

You Are Mine

Tears rolled down her eyes. Her heart tried to burst out of her chest. Stomach got sucked into a black hole. She almost felt like throwing up. Her mind went all blank when thought about her world without him. There was no more world for her. Just only devastation and chaos. Her hands and feet…

The War

“You need some exposure.” That’s what people always told him. Even though he knew deep in his heart that he didn’t need any, he listened to those words patiently. Always told to let his guard down a little. To see the world from another perspective. And mingle with the crowd and form his own wolf pack….

Lazarus Pit

“Where am I?” He kept asking this question. Repeatedly and non-stop, he just kept on pounding at the doors of an unidentifiable room. He wasn’t scared. Nor was there any reason to panic. He asked that question out of natural instinct. Slowly, it dawned on him. The room wasn’t completely a mystery. Definitely not as…

“Who are you?”

Once a young boy, seeking to find his Guru, wandered near the Narmada river and met with an enlightened seer Govindapada. The seer asked him a simple question, “Who are you?” “I am not my mind. I am not my intellect. Not my ego either. I am neither the reflection of my inner self (Citta)…

A Resolution

“Hate.” He rolled over to his side. Clenched his teeth. Curled to the fetus position. Held his head with a hand and gripped his chest with another. Heartbeat was racing like a loosened mad horse. His head was going to burst open, he thought. “Hate.” “They hate you.” “Everyone does. Everybody hates you.” He kept…

I..He..They

I looked at Him and He looked at me. Staring right into each others’ eyes was infuriating me. I wanted to stab him, gouge out his eyes, knock out his teeth. Just do the most violent thing that I could ever do to him. Probably kill him but I couldn’t. He was smirking at me…