To younger me. To my younger self.
The grip of your fist
holding memories is strong enough
as if a newborn holds his
entire destiny
as if he cries and is
reluctant to loosen the grip
Do you still fear losing
memories?
Alas! Ageing overpowers
retention potentialities
Hope you accept this soon!
Chasing one's shadows leads one nowhere
facing oneself is what
one is ultimately left with
not all resistances are
born to be successful
Let 'anitya' — the
higher truth — win as always
Sand is meant to be blown in the air
A fist cannot hold it for long
I wonder!
Is anyone capable enough
to conduct, contrary to one's own dharma?
Oh! Escaping remains an
option
unless one realises he has
conscience.
History reminds us every time —
at later ages, most ones
see the sky clearly
the same, they couldn't
view earlier, even with spectacles
Why there is a spiritual
desire at this age —
to come closer to reality?
What if one remembers going
through self-analysis?
what if one understands, it
brings samyak drishti?
what if one knows, it can save one's atman from becoming impure?
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07.09.2026| Rahul Khandelwal
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