Of Marriage

Flipping through the pages of Khalil Gibran’s works, after a long time, came across some beautiful excerpts. Difficult to find a concurrence these days, but nonetheless, sharing one, as sort of a dedication too.

Then Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, master?

And he answered saying :

You were born together, and together you shall be for evermore.

You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.

Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness.

And let the winds of heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love :

Let it rather be a moving sea between shores of your souls.

Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone, though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.

For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together yet not too near together :

For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.


Virtually Real

Photo Prompt

“The next exhibit you see is by Sophia” – said the facilitator.

“An artist’s faux pas –  isn’t it dad ? Sloppy hands or maybe butter fingers”

“Oh no,son! This is deep indeed.”

“This is the picture of life. You sit in a bowl full of cereal, unable to have it. Sometimes you don’t have the mouth and at others you don’t have the appetite. Also, there are times when there is no cereal. The instances when you did savor a stomach full of it, are the moments that keep bringing you back, to have it once more!

For the spectators though, you’ve had a spoonful of scrumptious food and you’re still smacking at it, making them feel miserable.

You know, we are incredible!”

“So deep.., I’m not sure if this would have been the photographer’s intent-but that’s a beautiful rendition, dad! Is that experience ?”

“Why should you name and reason everything or can you ?”

“Hmm.. I get it, I wish I could grow up to be like you”

“Well.. that would be a pity! I wish you use it to go a few steps further!”

“..And ladies and gentlemen, our next exhibit by Dev..”


Inspired by Picture it and Write

And I..

Eyes lift up

Open and awake

Or so I’m told

But I was dreaming

I still am

The picture I behold.


Bruised and healed

Wisdom keeled

Prophecies complete

Shaken faith, wonder seized

The beginnings of strangeness

Bring me to believe

The spell that leaves

Little to bereave.


Come home now and sleep

It’s a weary street

These teary eyes

Aren’t a reprieve

Joy would come

And soon would leave

And so would pain

Which I struggle to beat

Nothing is neat, nothing is bleak

All is me and that’s all I need.


Inspired by The beginnings of strangeness

Living within..

His hand shook as he picked up a glass of water to quench his thirst, which he had been holding for a long time now. He had hobbled his way to kitchen, patiently – watchful of every little step. I waited for him to open the door, to deliver his order.

He had a familiar countenance. Wrinkled skin, spectacles hanging precariously on the nose, some hoarseness in voice, droopy eyes and a tender appearance. Our conversations had been limited, though I had been invited for long ones, many a times. But I had a job at hand and a dearth of time.

Today was different. Third day since my granpa had died and I had to report on the job. My grandpa, was my connection, with who I had been. Slowly, I was assuaging my loss.

Before I could think more, he opened the door.

‘Good Morning Victor! Got this parcel again..’, he smiled and continued ‘These kids you know.. Medicines don’t have an effect after a certain age. They are just a key to dying, but please keep it here and thank you!’

‘Sir, I have seen you for a few years now.. you’ve only grown younger!’, I winked as I chuckled.

He laughed and invited me for a coffee.

Today was different, I couldn’t refuse. I headed for the kitchen. As the coffee brewed, I felt warmed inside. I don’t know the key to dying or living – but for all the urgent affairs I had, at hand, I felt calm and eternal, like I had all the time in this world, for anything that it could ask me for…

‘Do get some donuts from the side-drawer.. I have a small treat for you!’, he said with a humor laden voice..

‘Right Away Sir’, I heard my happy voice, as I replied..


Inspired by Key to Dying