Once upon a time there was a Cutie Pie, who was born to fly. Laughter so loud, which could recoup people from the sigh. Talent so ace, limit was just not the sky. Sooner or later like the rest she too had to earn her daily bread, juggling in the weary race we all dread. …
The spin of a Tibetan Prayer Wheel, Reflects the motion of our life's reel. If not constantly pushed, both attain a state of inertia. Both may spin bestowed to the extent of the push, or may get impacted by the internal characters, or the emerging external factors. Either way, keep the motion high, despite the …
My question is not just to an individual but to the entire race who is part of only the litter to this environment. This picture clicked by me in the backwaters of Alleppey a beautiful place in Kerela, India. This image instigated plethora of questions and a little ruckus, which I have expressed in …
Did you know that solitude has a blend of different sounds? Like a sound of, 'A roaring waterfall beating away the stubborn bedrock. A whoosh of damp breeze whistling across, ensuing lush green surroundings to mingle with each other. A harmonious choir of crickets icing the aura. A thunderous warning by the clouds to pour …
A leaf to the drop of rain, "You caress my body and make me tremble as you softly trickle down my vein. I welcome every ounce of you with open arms, feeling your contour on my smooth palms. How I wish to engulf you in my treasury. Though I know you stay here not for …
Clouds stood at a perfect distance from the mountain, carefully not touching it, yet making it look so alluring. A nearby tree breached my euphoric hypnosis and beamed, "In that snapshot device of yours, you may have accentuated the clouds or highlighted the mountains. Yet, it cannot dim the compassion we hold for each other. …
We all take our own roads. Some take the conventional, while some the twisted. For some, it takes a snap, while for some a lifetime! Despite, we all are destined to reach "there". Majority keeps moaning that they haven't yet achieved their "there". As the path is unknown, yet we haul it. And, then comes the …
Tick-tock Tick-tock trots the clock, Round my neck I wear that stunning badge, and join the vocational scurry of the corporate flock. Monotony ambushes my vicinity, I've accustomed myself to live in ambiguity. A fore Monday I anxiously wait for a Friday, Contemplating piles of work waiting for me in my office tray. Just like …
We all bear this grey side. The side we turn a blind eye on. The side we are afraid to unleash. The side which detours us into a different persona. The side which is irrefutable. The side we need to embrace. People like to name it as "the dark side". I would call it my …
Expectations facade you to a gravitational ditch which has no end. A darkness which drapes over you. You struggle to divulge out of it. But the ache is so rooted that eventually it gets you in a state of coma. You combat with your mind's dramatic vision. Yet, it keeps pulling you down like a …
