You are back with a million dollar smile

The happiness in your eyes

The light shining through your soul

Making the days so bright

And the nights so peaceful

There you stand far away

Yet so near my newly formed world

Its all your aura I begin to see

Need no words to define this

Nor complicated words to write

Life is simple again with the simplicity you offer me

Here I am with a new day and a new me !


Where are the lights ?

Noise so loud muffling my voice

Its like an undeclared war

I wonder what a war-zone would be like

There’s light all around

But it’s hard to see

The sky full of smoke

It’s hard to even breathe

The story goes back to light

I wonder how the bombs emerged

Deafening and blinding the world

They say its festivity around

Life Beyond Life

This road had always been clear

Free from dust and turns

She had walked it all her life

And she walks it day and night


That day through the road

Was strange and long and lone

Giving a dose of kenopsia

It wasn’t that anyway


She walked to find a turn so sharp

Some broken trees and twigs

A petal crushed beneath her feet

A flower dying and crying


Her hurried legs made a pause

She failed to find the cause

How things had stayed the same

Through dark and light and start


A storm so strong had passed

A night before the dark

It broke the road she walked

The only one she knew


That  she thought was life

As stable as it was

No changes not even subtle

Could change the traversed path


Stuck in storm the  midway

She dint know where to go

Take a turn from where she came

Or scout a brand new way


She took the road ahead that showed

And fell into the cracks

Life seemed over within that fall

A valley of darkness hailed


But, there she lay on a bed of flowers

At the end of all the end

She found a life beyond her  life

Had it not been for the fall






A false feeling of self worth based on opinions of others.
In that case our personality is defined not by ourselves but by others.
When we are clearly aware of what constitutes us, it would hardly matter what others think of us.
Ego issues come when we are unable to adjust with changes made by others .

The Silly Soul

The picture suddenly sent through a gush of good vibration. Had it not been for the smile. It was there all the time but then she knew it was the moment. The same moment when the world suddenly seems to lose pace, everything around stops being in motion like someone pressed a pause button. It had happened before and it was happening then. She could so strongly feel it. That moment which seems to last forever until some external pokes you for your weird behaviour. She smiled as she knew instantly what was happening and clearing her throat and dissolving her smile she looked as firm as she could, yet feeling funny inside, cleared the air around her whilst the other person kept introspecting. This was it, if she had to stand in a palisade and had to tell the exact time and description of the event, she could. It’s a great feeling to feel the helpless  fall she thought. Falling a prey was so easy for her. What she thought as a moment of joy was soon to become a sub drop of  emotions.

Follow what- a story

Wondering whether she did a mistake by saying no to any contact for two days, she picked up her phone and dialled the same number thousands of miles away. To her dismay, no voice came from the other side and thoughts good and not so good started pouring in. She had fallen a prey to it again, she thought. A sad old feeling started sinking in. Was she there already? It had only been 21 days and a few more. Her belief in 21 days theory was coming true which said you only need 21 days to either form or break a habit. It did not make her too happy. She knew it was all said and done and expectation was just a part of this game. Her brain was resisting any more burden of responsibilities and her heart had started taking over. She was struggling hard to decide which one should reign. She had found a perfect picture which she knew somehow that she would never be able to own. This made her think and although it had been a short while, her decision was awaited. Brain or heart ?

Momentous highs and lows of love

It’s all in the moment.
We fall in love in a moment .
Come out of it in a moment.
What remains is the journey in between those two moments that makes up the rest of our lives.
The face u can’t resist looking at becomes the one you can’t look at .
Impulsiveness to repulsiveness in just a moment. From longing to meet to changing your path when you cross, the voice so melodious turning into croak, a smile to light up your world turning into an evil laugh that always belonged to darkness and death.
What gave pleasure becoming the only source of third degree, happiness to depression …all the evil skillful work of a moment. In and out in a moment. High and low in a moment.
So which moment to believe in?
Where does the truth lie in between these two? Are they both right or are they both wrong? Are they for real or just a fool’s paradise?
Oh this work of craft turning into witchcraft, tell me who you are?
Do I embrace you or let go of you?
Think maybe may get your answer in a moment.

Predicting good

Sometimes you think this world is all about a Roland for an Oliver. You be good and they’ll be good, you be bad , they’ll be bad.  Not really though. You be bad they’ll incontrovertibly be bad, you be good ; well, they’ll see whether to be good or not. Virtuousness is to a greater extent dependent on what we want from others rather than acting in accordance with what they have done to us. It’s arduous to predict the environment based on your own deeds exclusively. We are illusioned to think that all will remain good as we have stayed good and people to follow will follow us. We are, however, only responsibe for the immediate environment around us created by ourselves, not to look or predict any further, for what others do has no pertinence to your act nor does it gets influenced by what you do or have done. So be good if you want to but don’t expect your associates to do the same to their associates.


You become possessed when the thought of leaving never crosses your mind. When everything seems to be intact for eternity. When attachment makes detachment lose its place and meaning. When the only option you want is the one you have. When you are busy being someone and forget yourself. You come to realize all this when you try to leave. When things start changing. When you try to detach.
When the only option you want is the one you don’t get. When you are back with yourself and feel you left a part of yours behind. When you see them leaving and you don’t know why it bothers you.