Biography of Rajiv Prajapati
Rajiv Prajapati's Works:
Rajiv Prajapati Poems
A wave of power rushes past you on a windy day waving your hair into disarray and tingling your skin A formless power makes you comfortable in the biting cold the same power fills you in agony, pain and suffering
Ah, me! where is freedom as to mine? Ah, me! free from the whims of whimsical Society. Free from the need to care, to understand
Death In Sleep, Obe And A Ghost
Last night, forgetting all cares and toils of life, Weary, I lay myself on a couch to rest- Forgetting all there was to do - even for my own best and an accursed sleep as it was to be,
A Bit Of Heartache
The beginning: - a shattered glass heart epoch: - some peaceful storm inside A species of pain inside-like Wind
The skies have darkened (for him) , and the threads pull and drain the color of The life also; the man in that feeble will is a puppet yet. All is now dying away, and yet the Age has not past half— Ignorance in zenith, and the exhausting pleasures
A dip into the Infinite current, A glimpse, a feel of the White Light a moment of Supreme Bliss Supreme Attraction, Supreme Addiction
Truth And Ignorance
The clouds of illusion within the self brewed in the childhood mould, they poison the very air around us through the breath that us make.
Darkness bind, and the cold spirit of the cell chills the soul is frozen mind is blind-
A Dying Man
The sorrow surrounding a dying man and the dark shadow that watches him; All the dreams that life presented him, are somehow seeming only dreams within a dream.
One day, while on a trip to a tame wood unfar I came in contact with a rock on the ground that I did not see- and so stumbled across a magnificent space of floor
I actually wrote this in paragraphs so I don't know if it can be called a poem. But it can't even be called an essay. Read on. 'Once upon a time, I had a life. Once upon a time, I was alive, free and whole.
A Dying Man
The sorrow surrounding a dying man
and the dark shadow that watches him;
All the dreams that life presented him,
are somehow seeming only dreams within a dream.
The figures above him begin to get hazy,
and even the bed that he rests on seems like a distant star
His senses slowly fail him, and he feels bodyless-
He seemed to be disappearing; to where he and no seed of notion