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Wander with Mudita

Where we explore the world through our own lens..

  • Somewhere around the dawn • केव्हा तरी पहाटे..
  • Tiny flower in the grass • “मी फुल तृणातील इवले..”
  • Sea • समुंदर
  • Ancestors • पूर्वज
  • Screen Junky
    • When a child breaks out of the “Room” to the ‘World’
    • Interesting conversations from “Room”
    • The “Puzzle”, some of the dialogues
  • Movie/Book/Series reviews
    • American Horror Story Season 9-‘1984’, afterthoughts..
    • Review of books by Girish Kuber
    • The ‘Sacred’ Games
  • Thoughts
    • The elephants who exposed our hypocrisy
    • What do you see from your window?
    • धूळ
    • Dear patriarchs of the ‘modern’ age..
    • ..and then I laugh
    • Keep me alive in your memories..
    • Timor Mortis
    • The Ultimate Question of Existence
    • The Curious Case of Woman in Bandish
    • The flashes of life through the darkness
  • Stories
    • रघू
    • The pitch of the raindrops
  • Instagram

Tag: Pandemic

धूळ

धूळ

Translation:

Now
it seems that we are all
withering away in dust
like these logs,
the only difference is that
these are already dead since long,
and we are alive,
yet so dead,
so still,
so obscure..

©Mudita Sonawane

Posted on June 8, 2018April 13, 2020Categories ThoughtsTags Claustrophobic, Coronavirus, existence, Global crisis, literature, Lockdown, Pandemic, Poetry, Psychology, StillnessLeave a comment on धूळ
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