jyotsna

Life Moved On I stopped somewhere  And the life moved on. Since then  Witnessing it, Confessing it, Living it. Living it? Or trying to do so? Trying to submerge into it or Letting it seep within me. I never met it again Since the day it left me. I trace back my steps in the life past. And try to catch hold of the moment it left me. But I find no particular day, no particular moment, no hour, minute or second- for it left me in parts. Yes! It is still moving on- Moving ahead of me. And I,  try to catch it- Everyday.

Rich Gods, Poor Gods Gods have become rich  now-a-days They dwell in magnanimous structures Shine in glittering attires. There is a smile on the idol's face That more or less seems to be a smirk With gold and silver all around They are covered with currency garlands The flowers around lend an intoxicating smell. And in those surroundings They seem to be born with Silver spoons in their mouth Big temples, big gods! I wonder Are these gods the same who dwell under banyan trees, in chowks and on hills with only their flags visible Who knows if it is a temple at all. After all The human race  has gone a step further God created humans humans created class and they have now classified the Gods as well! -Jyotsna Prabhakar

GOD God!  This world has changed A lot Since the day  you made it. You made nature and humans came with it. You made processes And techniques came with it. As Inquisitive individuals Humans have left all animals behind. they are more than them they are the social animals. Capable of thinking and doing  forever new things They made kind of  small gods out of themselves. Who could to some extent Control almost everything but you- You are incredible. You show your presence hither and thither sometimes out of nowhere. You make humans realise The Ultimate Truth YOU ARE  the creator after all of  Everything in and around them. You still play upon their lives in the form of destiny. YOU ARE  still in control. For it is only YOU Who can provide solace  Who can lift us up  from everything mundane. -Jyotsna Prabhakar   (published in PRE'VOYANCE) ...