Preciousness of each single breath

“One more breath, one more breath,”

He kept on imploring the Yam.

The Yam twirled his bushy moustache and guffawed,

“Your days are over, you’ve to come with me now. ”

The man struggled on the hospital bed,

Trying to use efficiently his final breaths.

The preciousness of each single breath dawned upon him,

Only when the bulb of his life became dim.

His final days taught him a valuable lesson,

That breaths are costlier than all the riches.

It comes from nowhere and gifts you the magic of life,

They are the pillars which sustain the marvellous palace of life inside.

We ignore the favour of breaths for mundane things,

Funny how we ignore life to live.

Wake up folks, before it’s too late,

Appreciate the favour which you get from your breaths.

Close your eyes and listen to the symphony played,

By doing so you can feel paradise every moment.

– Shekhar

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Knock the door of that inner paradise

They went to temples, they went to mosques. 

They did Hawans, they read Namaaz. 

They searched for the Holy Grail,

They performed myriad sacrifice. 

They chanted the Mantras, they bellowed the Azaan. 

They did every possible act to enthral that ‘man made God’. 

But they never knocked the door of that inner paradise, 

Where the real, pristine and primordial divine resides. 

                                            – Shekhar