A drop of ink
Hanging above
Contemplating
Whether Or not
To let go
The water below
Standing still
Seemingly composed
And steady
The world can see
The water
Running deep
Happy and merry
But look within
You will see a void
As small as a drop
And as large as the water
Making it feel empty
The water
Waiting, longing, aching
Wanting the drop
To come
To merge
To fill the void
To change it
To make a new color
Bring it alive
And make it complete
The water is waiting…
Within
the water knows
It wont be before
It is born again
in another time
in another world
in another body
it would feel whole
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The Remaining me.
- Dead Man Walking
- India
- After 15 years of struggle, with great caution I look upon myself as a designer - a creative human being. No - I am not a qualified designer. But that has made me work harder to gain the required sensitivity.
Very soon I intend designing automobiles and establishing remaining 3 prestigious design companies with specific focus in different areas. Ofcourse these dreams are global!
I also dream that people working for these companies lead a very content life - happy in doing what they do at work. Its more about work place being less stressful and more fun. One should be able get up on monday morning say - 'Wow, I want to go to office.. have a few ideas to work upon.'
I want my tombstone to say, 'Dreamer. Believer. Achiever.' Although being a hindu, I wont be buried.. I would be burnt on a pyre.. but then, I have already burnt, what's left of me to burn more.