in the instant it began
it was over,
but then
in the end
it had just begun.
The picture is of a collapsing super nova,
which, like everything
(or no-thing)
in our universe,
rises
only to collapse
and then to rise again
only on the ashes of knowledge
can true creativity bloom,
but remains creative
only for a moment
and then dies
shekhar
Passion is a phoenix that rises from its own ashes
No words needed, enough felt. I like your view on the world. Its personal and very honest.
Hi…read the excerpts of your talk on technology in films at The Indus Entrepreneur Meet, Blore chapter…just wanted to know if you would also be open to be a part of a workshop on Communication and Theatre..
gud evening sir……..no need to create a bhoomika,before i start my only dream…..i m pass-out of NATIONAL SCHOOL OF DRAMA[spe.DESIGN&DIRECTION]….worked with RAM GOPAL VARMA in MY WIFE’S MURDER…..couple of more work……m keen to assist u in direction,designing……..pls sir,pls reply
sunita tiwari
Prepared with great love
Like everyday you awake
To smells, taste, so sweet
Mr Kapur
I have been reading your thoughts and poetry. You simply like to flow regardless what happppens once you pass that moment. I am an artist and irespect this dialogue with one’s self.
Would you like to read my poems?
Also i read so many ppl writing to you regarding working withyou. What do you do to such requests?
My favorite quote….beats the hell out of the rest of your poems
[in the instant it began
it was over,
but then
in the end
it had just begun.]–love this one
It never ends.