Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

Magnanimous and meagre are rocks, Mute but gazing for ages the time passing by. Enjoying the sun and burning surfaces, From drowning in waves to causing the havoc, They support the growth of life and also becomes the face of death for some. Not just seasons but they have seen the journey of civilization, Every single one is real and gives some food for imagination. For an artist they are the muse, shades of life, For a homeless, rocks are the roof above the head, they may also be the source of bread. They grow with their pace, Gazing at the some leaves a mark of solace. No race to fight and win. Each one is unique, but also alike. Nothing but simply obeserving the pace of life.

Shadows are the partners, Wanted and unwanted, seen and unseen You know they are there. None but they stick around forever. The only voice ever heard is to be true to thyself. Nothing haunts you in solidute but your own shadows. From the past, of present and fear of the future. What is gone is incorrigible, what may come forth is an enigma and only the present is always real. Nothing, not the master time will repeat itself. The shadows are free from evil ideas only the acts are seen not your thoughts.