
When life is burgeoning,
World feels like spring
Moments freeze into memories sweet.
When the heart gets broken
Engulfed by loneliness,
Seconds crawl at snail’s pace.
In triumph and success
When the world lauds,
Time stands still in breathless awe.
When dreams shatter
Crumbles into despair,
Listless days stretch into timeless void.
Clocks tick with mathematical precision
Life’s itself is relative time.
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Published by Lekha murali
I write what impacts me, what strikes my fancy; as I live my life day after day.
Once an idea takes hold, I go where it takes me as I try to shape it into some form of written expression.
Each idea is a beginning of something inexplicable. As I work with one, it may grow into fruition, go dormant biding time or just die away.
As I run with an idea through the annals of my mind, not knowing what would be fashioned from it, I discover something about myself, gain better understanding of the people and the world around me.
On this blog I have shared some of that experience as stories or poetry or essays. I have also added some quotes I like.
If you enjoy reading the pieces as much as I enjoy writing them, please share this-link with someone you know.
Thank you,
Lekha Murali
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Hi,I am not so good with vocabulary,Many times I got to refer to dictionary for many words.You got such a rich language and at the same time great passion.I feel everything you write is so close to real life.True about time once again..kudos to your gr8 writing..
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I wrote this poem about a decade ago and thought it was too childish.
last year i re-read and all i could do was change a couple of words, but it still felt the same.
You make it sound very special.
Thank you for your well thought comment.
– Lekha
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