M Sukhathankar is a student of Third year-Computer Science
Bachelor's Course studying in D.G.Ruparel College in Mumbai.He
is also a amateur-photographer learnt under Prof Shrikant
Malushte and a budding writer.His photos can be viewed at
http://www.flickr.com/photos/8971824@N06 .His first
self-published book is now available at http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/world-of-dreams-and-fantasies/7018326.
Thoughts of a mystic.
The world seems like a riddle
Some laugh, some cry!
Nature kills, nature creates and it's all
We write...We speak, claim
Nature's marvel, still we try to grasp,
i have seen brilliance, I have seen
But i long for things simply brilliant!
They brand me; stamp me, trying
to generalize me!
I feel life is a dewdrop, a minute it lasts!
You may be a hundred years old
But I long for a hundred beautiful
How much, what, life is not a question
or a purpose.
Life is what we think of it!
Thoughts are what are we try create
out of life,
It fools us turning out
something new every time!
Some get disappointed, when they fail,
I laugh till I am dead,
And once again life starts!
I see through the lens, I see the soul
I feel it all, in me.
Light and shadow, day and night,
They play with me, through my sight.
When I feel them, then I see them
Then the picture shows what I saw!
Many comment, many praise,
My picture is for me, is still worthy of a
My picture cries, my picture laughs,
My picture shows and my picture see.
I ask my picture, who are you,
It says funnily, I am the rain and the dew,
I am the sunshine & all that you knew!
All you knew, all that you saw,
All that you felt, all that you loved,
All that innocence, all those colours,
The tones and shades, I am all that you
I am nothing but you, I am nothing but