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Somnath-Veraval trails #Mahashivratri #Travel #Gujarat #Tourism #BoatMakingIndustry

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I will meet you where the sun meets the sea, where tender Lillies bloom in windy glee. I will wait for you like the sky waits for the everest, and the ocean's bed for a phytoplankton... Continued on : http://muktijain.tumblr.com/post/160635439538/drifting-into-an-abyss A #tear reminds you of what you are yet to come to terms with. #lost

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Apocalypse

I want to live no longer I would rather prefer to die Jump from this high-storey And become a diamond in the sky What is life without you What happiness what pain It was all in you I lost. You gained. I want to live no longer I just want to die I want to get lost in the sea You were an ocean We could never meet I want to live no longer I just want to die For crying wont fetch me you Nor living a lie I want to live no longer I just want to die May a vehicle ram me Bliss that would be from the sky I want to live no longer I just want to die. Copyright December 2017

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I bask in the #warmth of #sun on a #winter afternoon filtering through the glass panes as the #train chugs past #calm, clean, small #stations surrounded by #trees that have been here even before I came on the #earth! #Romanticism #Nature #DecemberIsComing

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Food is not just about tickling taste buds. It is the dove of hard work, baked with love, grilled with skill, marinated with experience, seasoned with emotion, and garnished with delicate expectations to amuse, enrich and nourish. #VegKebabs #MughlaiFoodFest #Culinary #Hospitality #IconicGutExperience #Gourmet #FoodforSoul #banquet #Marriott #Ahmedabad #Bayleaf #HiLife (at Courtyard by Marriott Ahmedabad)

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For her, he was like a cute, handsome, naughty, attractive, chocolaty, content boy. He got excited about little things but whined of the city he was in. He was nobody's and yet he was everybody's. Things excited him. Ideas excited him. He was the one who did the talking but when his lips didn't, his body would do that. She just can't let that hand go, she had once got hold of. That big palm, those hard fingers, that lump...it send goose bumps down her spine. Her favourite moment was entwining her finger with his. Their souls united just by the touch of that little finger. She wanted to listen to him throughout life. His parties, farm house stories...drugs, hookah, B&B, resorts, pools, theatre, travel. She wanted him to reach the zenith of success even if it meant losing him. For, he was attracted to all vices. He was an unpredictable art. Innocent at heart. She just wished he knew that her happiness lied in him. Only him. Copyright August 2017 #him #blankverse #feelings #intimacy #heart #art #poetry #you

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You fill my #bones the way #sun casts it's #light on the #horizon. When I look within, I find you like an ever pervasive #golden light at the #core of my being. Yet you continue to #transcend, grow but #melt in me the way #sugar #cube does in my #favourite type of #tea...Filling the #book of my #life with #shades of your #colours #creatively. Copyright August 2017

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In life and in death

I thought I was over you. The way a leaf feels after being shed by the tree. But I wasn't, the way the tree's essence remains in the leaf-in life and death. I am tired of waiting for you. Waiting for your thoughts to go from my mind the every moment they come umpteen times a day. I am tired of forgiving you. Thinking everytime, not this time. I don't know what future holds but you never cease to be my past, Nor become fully my present yet your hopes remain constant in my future. Your indifference and ignorance shatter my hopes everyday, testing my limits. I know it is ending. For I wish more for death than life these days. Copyright July 2017 #Love #Life #Mistakes #HardLessons #Dreams #VerseFromHeart #APRAGMATICSALVATION

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Hurricanes and hard lessons

Like a cool breeze, he entered my life. Left it wrecked like a #hurricane. What's in between matters or not, I know not, #time will tell. Like it unfolds every #mystery too late, teaching #lessons after knocking down. How easy it is to ignore your #mind, when you are all #hearts! I think that's what cupid does through its darts. Never ever fall in #love. It's a too bitter, less sweet, opium. Erodes your sense of self, while you actually misunderstand that you are proceeding towards a higher universal #truth. It'a lie. It's a dye which blinds you. It takes #courage to be a moron again...to #live without regrets and love again...#hope again... Copyright Jan 2017

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Drifting into an abyss

I will meet you where the sun meets the sea, where tender Lillies bloom in windy glee. I will wait for you like the sky waits for the everest, and the ocean's bed for a phytoplankton. My heart has forgiven your sin but my mind probably hasn't and is guarding me from being trampled again by things as light as #cotton but which sink deep and heavy like a sharp rock in the soul's bottom. I am waiting for the day life would be like it was before I met you. I am waiting for the day when your imprints would no longer drop blood and your happiest memories cause me deepest of pains. I know there would be a day when I wake up and won't remember you. When I go to sleep without missing or thinking about you. I believe there will come a day when I am no longer a prisoner of your past. When your shadows on my future will never cast. #AnOdeToUs #WasItADream -Copyright May 2017

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Blessings/Curses in disguise

And then he left Left for his freedom And she kept wondering when was he confided! He was relieved, she sunk. He wandered for happiness & she in search of him or the way she felt while with him. What do you think is more depressing; losing it after finding or feeling that one found it when one never did. Each road, highway, flyover she crossed with him, reminds her of him. Each hoarding, restra, shop...his favourites, his dislikes, his interests, his hangouts...she is still searching for him, trying to figure out whether it was a dream. If it was, why did it felt so real that a random memory or anything related with him sends a chill down her spine, rocking her bones. But what matters is whether he is searching for her? Copyright April 2017

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A pragmatic salvation from US

I miss the #smile your face radiated, in my company. The way your eyes would go down and that contentment your face reflected. I #miss being with #you, totally giving you the charge to select what to order at a restra or the route for a particular destination. I miss your gentlemanly behaviour and the way you brought out a different me, when I was with you. I miss laughing with you, trying to listen to you by leaning in as you chatted on the #bike amid honks on the #highway. I miss you. I miss the idea of you. I miss #US. I miss that brushing #touch... I miss sitting by the #river and thinking about how life would be with you. I miss those white-rimmed goggles of yours, you brought out in style while riding on the bike. I miss you #walking beside me. I miss sitting pillion with you. I miss the way you used to say bye while dropping me off. You always let me go, without a hint of attachment. Without being sad or nostalgic, just the way you did when we talked last and decided to part ways...Wish I could let go off you too... Copyright Oct 2016 #Love #Life #Dreams #Soulmates

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Diamonds vs stones

There was a time, I used to think what I did to be so lucky to have found you. Now, I wonder where did I slipped to have stumbled upon you! I am happy for all the #memories we had. I wish I can erase them in a second, just the way you snapped ties. I no longer wake up with a #smile on my face after seeing your dream. I wake up in horror, thinking till when. Nothing matters now, just the way it did when #you were beside me. I no longer #crave anything. I have known that how at times, we unknowingly #pray for our own doom. I am #thankful that you made me realise how strong I was. How #forgiving I can be. How #innocent my #heart was. I know now how to distinguish stones from diamonds. #Poetry #Life #Friendship #Love #Betrayal #Memories #Lessons #MusingsOfAMidnightSoul Copyright March 2017

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Bruises

Light enters through cracks, they say. But what if there is a dark spot in the light. You ignore it, it begins to grow and consumes you, not the plight. Peace is but a distant memory of childhood or a dream of death...call it salvation for that matter. What matters is who understood you, when you needed it the most. Who stuck to the promise of staying forever, through thick and thin. Who had the time to listen to you or lift you up when they hardly found time for lunch or dinner. Love is but a food for soul. Many are hungry, malnourished when it comes to individual personal lives. You think a burger is a banana. You gorge it. When you come to know it was junk, you think the pill of smoking will save you. Drug becomes your tonic, drinking your medicine. You end up taking cancer...die and still remain hungry, parched soul. People mourn. Some move on. Some too early, some too late. Some never come to terms with the fact that you are gone. They hope you will come. Talk to them like before. But it is too late before it dawns on them that the sun had set, it is time to move on and close the gate. Shut the doors of their soul so that nobody can come again, leave them waiting and wanting for more. It becomes dark inside. Dark enough that the realisation of your own true self troubles you. You desperately search for a candle in vain. You let reality hurt your bones and suffer in pain. They say when a door closes, other opens. But you need the courage to walk through it. You trust yourself, take the leap of faith. Realise life is good and God is great. But soon, the spell breaks, the myth shatters...your morals and principles lie in front of you in tatters. You bid time thinking it will heal on its own but your wound converts into gangrene. A part of you needs to be cut and thrown for your survival. It is never like live or leave. It is always leave to resurrect. - Mukti Jain, copyright 2017 #ExistentialAngst #Life #Love #Diet #Death #Salvation #PoetryForSoul #Darkness #Light

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A radio documentary by me on the prevaling problems of a district in Karnataka. Tried to cover deprivation.

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we’re not sad, we’re full of emotions;

like a night full of stars.

temporary ripples of eternity

trying to find our way back home.

#poetry.black