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Sandhya Acharya

The Past

The past reflects eternally between two mirrors – The bright mirror of words and deeds, and the dark one, full of things we didn’t do or say. -Shantaram – Gregory David Roberts

Just a moment

I sit on my couch with an orange and brown throw;The one knitted by my MotherWatching an old documentary on TVSomething about Indians in the UK in the 60sThe sun comes in from the blindsGlistens on the golden star on my plastic Christmas Tree(I haven’t taken it down yet)And then reflects on the blue striped wall-paper;The one I wanted to replace when I moved in here,But in time got used to it –And now in this moment became a part of my experienceNothing more to this – Nothing to learn or gain wisdom fromJust a… Read More »Just a moment

Their Own

I am just a tiny person but there is a place for me and for everybody on this earth to sit down and touch it and call it their own. – Mma Ramotswe – Number One Ladies Detective Agency – Alexander McCall Smith

Keep on living

Which is worse? Knowing that you will die tomorrow and lose everything you haveOr having lost everything, knowing that you have to keep on living

Mountain Insight

Interesting…. I climbed 10,000 feet Trying to leave the world behindClimbing was good – I had a missionSunsets, Sunrises, snow and coldAll made a beautiful milieuSweat and shivers, I am proud of bothSlow but sure, I trudged aheadBut coming down – brought everything back That I had worked so hard to leave behindThe fear of falling, and losing controlAnd the biggest challenge of all- Letting Go

Question

Are you afraid of dying alone or living alone? Everyone dies alone and if you are afraid of living alone – here’s another question. Why would you be afraid of your own self?

Shuruvaat

Is raah pe pehle bhi guzri hoonYaheen pahad, yaheen dhoopYaheen suraj, yaheen amberPehle bhi kuch yaheen khayal uth rahen theAb bhi waheenZindagi itni bhi na ghuma deKi mud mud ke Waheen, shuruvaat pe na pahunch jaoon

Sleepy Contemplation

When something that exists today dies, it becomes the pastIt becomes a memoryWhat happens when a dream that you saw diesDoes it become the past? But how can it when it never existed in realityIt was, after-all, just a dream – its very nature is to be unrealA dream that occured, but can never re-occur Should we call it the past or just a broken dream?

A beautiful place

Yesterday, I went to a beautiful placeOpen sky aboveHands on the wheelWind in the hairThe colors were stark Blue oceanGreen mountainsThe sounds were clearOf zooming bikesRinging laughterThe sights – they will be foreverEagles soaring Sleepy ottersCoy couplesThe seas and the skiesForming one big blue Yesterday, I went to a beautiful placeFrom inside out and then withinFor a moment I wished I could take Everybody with meAnd love everybodyAnd for a moment I wondered if I did 8/24/07