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Threads of destiny

Bound together, mystery

Remains their existence

Their relevance


Their reality

My identity

Can they bear together-

Individuality with fate?


What is my reality?

Purpose or providence?

What is my future?

My toil or thy dominance?


What is my existence?


© 2013 Snehal sahay




Enjoy the paradox! 



A book has not just a cover to rate



Ten thousand miles away from you,

Doesn’t make me unknown to your bruises and pains

Ten thousand steps ahead of you,

Doesn’t stop me cheering at the rains.


Ten thousand times above your head,

Doesn’t take away my strength to fall and start all again

Ten thousand ways of meeting mess ups

Doesn’t make me familiar to all the deceptions in the game.


Ten thousand years of living life just,

Makes no one solemn expert and acute in the never ending treks

Ten thousand years of suffering and anguish has,

No contract over the demise of the joyful sparks.


A book has not just a cover to rate…

© 2013  Snehal Sahay


Thanks for supporting everyone!

Enjoy the paradox!

Best means right, not perfect

The brightest roses, are those that come with the thorns

The happiest babies cry most when they are born.


If no thorns, its not a rose

No cry? Baby needs a pill dose


The sweetest birds are shy at first,

The wildest waters do quince a blazing thirst.


If not shy, the bird must be a hawk

Bottled water can’t be found in the endless woods dark.


The best of best curd takes time to form

The most fertile soil seems filled with worms.


Made in some seconds? Its something “hybrid”

No worms? It won’t “mother” a seed.


The adventurous ship does not live at the bay

The loveliest of love grows from day to day.


Sitting at the harbor? Safe! But no use.

For and from a second? Hearts do not fuse.


The sweetest, worthiest, loveliest and the best

Are not perfect, but just right, different from the rest.




Thanks loviees!

This poetry piece of mine was based on the thought that the best of things always does not come at a go.

No value of happiness until you have been sad. No worth of sweetness until have seen ill and bad!

Moreover, being the best does not stand as being the perfect, it means, “be the right one”. Doesn’t it?


So very thanks for  joining me, in my paradoxical journey! Love thy presence!

Enjoying it like me? Please tell!



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