One man and One woman,

hand in hand,

eye to eye,

singing to each other,

that silent lullaby,

of a love hard to deny.


From the drowsing evening,

 Through the chilly night,

they sit their intertwined,

Holding on tight.


Tracing each other’s skin,

With the brush of those soft, lean fingers,

Occasionally passing steams of warm breath,

surrendering to winters.


Supposed lovers, exuberant and gay,

But the people couldn’t accept, a prince and a maid,

Very soon they ran away,

Couldn’t watch their love fall,

how could they?


Leaves fall down swaying in the wind,

from the romantic tamarind,

Like flowers in a wedding,

“This is it,” he said,

The beginning of a new ending.

Happy Anniversary to Me!

So 24th of August, 2014 marks the 1 year anniversary of my blog. I’d like to take a moment and thank all of my wonderfully supportive and brilliant followers. This wouldn’t have been possible without you all. I cannot begin to explain how much this means to me and to what infinite extent I’m elated..

Writing has always been and will always be my second love. First being music. An year before I used to scribble all my thoughts into a diary. A place where I used to take it all out. All those things and all the countless emotions that create a storm in my head. I have so much brimming inside my mind’s vessel, that I’m afraid if it doesn’t come out, I’m going to explode.

I write to give myself solace. Not for competition, not for keeping myself busy, but for my own selfish self. To take in the world and give it back in differently. I write about my obsession. My cogitative mind luring me into penning down what goes on inside of me. I’d perceive myself as a little different from others. People may not see it the first time they meet me. But all those who’ve managed to climb the wall I’ve built around me, know it well enough.

I feel a little misunderstood. It never comes out correctly when I try to speak. However, it emerges magically when I let my fingers do the job. I hope what I write touches someone’s heart somewhere. I hope it can calm their turbulence just like it calms mine. And I pray that whether and if there is someone who is hanging on to my writings, he continues getting all the composure and calm he needs.

I wish I could tinkle a glass of champagne with all those people who’ve been a part of this incredulous journey. I’m incredibly euphoric and I deeply wish you all understand my delight.  Thank you all again. Cheers!


To be Truthful is to be Human.

As little Ethan advanced towards the end of his first day in middle school, he was acquainted to a strange thought, very new to his existing fascination for musings. He caught himself wondering on what Ms. Geller had said. Troubled by intrigue, he skipped lunch and went straight to her office after class. Philosophical as he was, he had to know the meaning.

“Well hello, how can I help you Ethan?”

“I just need to talk to you about what you said. “To be truthful is to be human.” What does that mean? How can TRUTHFULNESS be the only criteria for signifying whether or not a person is human?”

Lowering her glasses, Ms. Geller smiled. Seeing an 11 year old so keen to understand the cobweb of life, she couldn’t hide her amusement. She could come up with just one thing to tell this little adolescent.

“It means,” she said “When you are true to yourself and not just to others, you are a human. A real human. Not a man, not a homo-sapien, a HUMAN.” It was hard for him to register it, all this was abstruse to him, but worked enough to calm his insatiable curiosity.

I couldn’t agree more with Ms. Geller in our little scenario above. There are other virtues that make us worthy enough to be branded as humans, but truthfulness is one of its kind. It is a rare virtue bestowed on us, having the magical quality of transforming our lives into a felicity, not known before. All we need to do is grant it the permission to permeate our souls.4894473811_72075aaf74

Being true to ourselves means, not being afraid to reveal who we are. A soul that allows itself to be swept away with honesty, is the soul that truly, wholly, and completely gains serenity. When you are not afraid to show your true self, when you allow your sombre drapes to lift, and when you permit yourself to uproot all the make-believe the world forces on you, you become truthful. You grant yourself, your body, and your soul the most valuable gift ever, i.e. wiping off the mask and revealing who you are underneath. YOU GIVE YOURSELF THE GIFT OF TRUTH. 

Truthfulness can not only affect our own self, but the people around us too. Every relationship that ever existed, was based on trust. When we trust an individual we live with the satisfaction and expectation that honesty will reverberate. It is the foundation on which emotions are laid. It is a glue that holds people together, strengthening bonds, defining relations, setting standards. Trust gives way to faith. And when people have faith in you, they not only look up to you, but think of you as a part of their own.  As a quote by Mark Perrett rightfully says,

“Not telling the truth is the quickest way to turn yourself into a stranger.”

Keeping the current chain of events in consideration, our new Indian Prime Minister, Mr. Narendra Modi, with his benevolent disposition and truthful demeanor, won the hearts of 1.27 Billion Indians. He promised the people of India for the speedy development and rapid industrialization of the country. He gained the trust of the prolific Indians, by assuring the birth of a new, more advanced and more progressive nation. Therefore, his veracious persona escalated our trust in him.

Being truthful is a very strong aspect that differentiates us from other living beings that the almighty created. Humans can speak the truth, expect the truth and search for truth. Animals on the other hand possess no such virtue. They are limited to be accustomed to a very few set of emotions. Thus, we should respect this wondrous element that exists within us.


To sum up, life throws at us a conundrum of incoherent events. It tries to push us into a labyrinth of suffering. Out of many legitimate ways to escape these riddles, truthfulness stands first. By living honestly and freely, a person will find that his life is more enriched and meaningful. Honesty helps a person to strengthen his relationship, conquer problems and excel in life. It grants us the power to see life from a different, more positive perspective. We become optimistic, vivacious , euphoric and lastly, human.

“Life becomes much more easier when we do what we say and when we say what we do. Having courage to be ourselves is a gateway to freedom and happiness.”
-Raphael Zernoff.


So something happened to me recently. Something huge. Not good, I assure you of that. But gigantically unsettling. I wish I had the courage to write it all here, but I’m afraid I should keep it private. Let’s just assume, I’m stuck in a hole. Like that jail in The Dark Knight Rises. Where I can see the light, but it’s too far away. I can feel my fingertips tasting the rays, but I cannot grasp it.

My whole life has changed all of a sudden. I know I’m still too young to understand all this, but I’m most certain, this is NOT what I had in mind. And the worst part begins here, it’s Not Under My Control. If I had been writing this a month back, you would have been reading a dramatically depressed girls’ pitiful post, because that’s what I had become.

I cried almost everyday. I was so hopeless. I didn’t look forward to anything at all. I was not living. I was surviving. More like stuck in this labyrinth of suffering.

But the thing is, I’m okay. I’m okay now. Don’t go in the wrong conception that I quit. No. I didn’t give up, I decided to fight. I read a quote, many quotes actually, some of them were-:

“You’re too young to be this sad.”

“Strong souls aren’t just born. They are built by forging through the most fucked up perils in life and still having the ability to shine.”

“A woman so strong, she burns heaven and drenched hell”

I’ll be marking this as my comeback post. I’ll fight and battle everything that comes my way. Even if it is the most terrible situation, that haunts me everyday, I’ll haunt it back. I’m actually very proud of myself for not being disheartened. There are other plans for me. There are bigger plans waiting for me. And I’m going to catch them. Boy I’m going to grasp the shit out of them.

“Life’s hardest battles are meant for the strongest soldiers.”