Monday 29 December 2014

A girl with dreams~*

Dreams in her eyes
Her spirit rises high
With all zest she flies
Across the wonder sky

Above go the spiral ways
Tangled through time and space
She reaches for the clouds
Watching her own pace

Beneath each step lies her faith
She dances to the tune of her own fate
The voice of known and sounds unknown
Call her to the land of wilder zone

Between her fingers
Slips the sand of hour
Yet her heart cheers
As the new beginning nears

The wait is done
The path is found
Living every bit
Happiness profound

The morning stars
Of dews sun kissed
Layered a bouquet full
For her embellished

She embraces the enigma
Believing her magic
Like the only flower blooms
Through the ethereal classic


-Anuja R

Monday 24 November 2014

Utter Silence~

What are Words?
Do we really need them? Do they mean anything?
Perhaps they are everything..
One needs to understand and follow.
Or they are simply an illusion.

What is to convey?
Feelings are to be felt. Emotions are to be sensed.
What remains unsaid?

We are beings at unrest.
Constant occupied.
So much to talk. So much to share.
Yet we miss what's there.

What is left?
A little voice says.
A Mark or scar.
Hidden deep inside
A muse of hour.

Welcome self.
You are my guest.
Like a mirror reflect.
Be there. Be still.
Evoke a quest.
A thunder roar or a jiff in tranquil.
May you find within
The one out there.

Just be.
Be there. Right there.
One and all.
You are one own self.
Get lost and find yourself.

-Anuja R

Saturday 22 November 2014


Wanderer~*

I have no clue what I am doing
I have no clue where I am heading.
It's just the song of my heart that I am listening
It's just the path of my being that I am following.

It's new.. Companions are few.
Challenges are there.. But these moments are rare.
Let me celebrate my breath
Let me count my heart beats
The moments that hold them
The moments full of them.
Refreshing. Living. Full of ecstacy.

What is it.. That's holding me..?
What is it.. That's calling me..?
This journey is amazing..
Where no place exists
no being rests
no feeling stays.

Only sagacity of living.

-Anuja  R