Creator and slave

All the stars were shinning bright in the darkened night

The light was dazzling white

But at a distance, not the surface of the blanket of night

Though dazzling white

They were unable to lift the darkness of the night.

What does it mean 

Are they powerless

Without  might? 

Or just that are too far away out of sight.

Given their might and power 

Of the scorching heat and light

That any darkness is alien to them

But in a different world, at a different time frame

On this world they appear as mere twinkles

So does the human life

Sparking somewhere

And powerless elsewhere

As the question is we fit when , how and where

As man is the creator and slave of his own Hour

BBC Documentary: What the Ancients Knew India

Some inspiration for all of us, our story of growth and acheivement.

The waves and shore

The huge waves are coming and dashing against the shore

Thin streaks of white foam lurking to them

The bluishness of the deep sea is no longer apparent

But a muddy hue and turbulence and nothing more

Had it been better if the waves stayed in the deep sea

But alas!

There are no waves in the deep sea

Few foot steps we see near the shore

None knows who came and left

Few small and few big steps

Few shallow and few deep steps

Some going into the sea and further into the ocean

Some away from the sea and into the shore and further to the jungle

Lying wide and dense for sure

A mysticism is lying hidden and exposed at the same time

A humming is audible in an unknown rhyme

Let me be there

Let the night stay a little longer
Let me sleep a bit longer
My dreams engulf me now
In a serene and scenic somnolence
For I fear waking up may ruin my pleasure

Unreal it is I understand
Let me be there for a while
Oh I know this world this life this reality
I have to face forever