Halcyon Days




I roam around in circles infinite,

Thinking of being but a dynamite.


Footsteps aloud, the paths collide, 

Freedom is unusual, I’m accustomed to a dice.


Fear is all that clouds me today, 

Maybe I’m not so much prepared for this day.


My speech goes unrecognised, for there’s no listener, 

Running aimlessly is only making me thinner.


Fantasies broken, solitude is not so much a fascination, 

I yearn for the presence of a soul next to my own creation.


The Hanging Tree - Conceptual Photography


Having come this far, I’ve reached the limiting point, 

Either start all over or somehow cross the finish line.


But oh, I’m mistaken, for there are no lines, 

My usual self would probably feel all confined.


However, I don’t feel any suffocation within,

This eternity is freeing my soul and my sins.


Fingers together, strength rebounding, 

This rejuvenation is all to me astounding.




This is a discovery, difficult to fathom, 

A moment ago I was so devoid of matter.


Before I find myself deprived of this eccentricity, 

I’d prefer rejoicing to bearing the indemnity.


Now I just need you to find me a place to be, 

Because I’ve realised that I’m all in rhapsody.



A Positive Dawn

Encouragement is a word that means two things to me. It means appreciation and motivation. Appreciation for what we have done and motivation to do better than what we have done.

It is like a catalyst which hastens the process of achieving success. This success does not have to be ‘the success’ of life but it can definitely be a small but credible accomplishment like a child learning how to ride the bicycle. 

The most encouraging people in our lives are our parents. They realise and also make us realise the importance of encouragement.

Encouragement is like a magical powder. As soon as you sprinkle it in one’s life, his or her life brightens up. It can do wonders to a person who is depressed and upset.

It can be beneficial in finding our motive in life. We never know what positive vibes our encouraging words might infuse in the other person. 




It is a vital part of life to realise that every thing deserves some appreciation. We should instill in ourselves the feeling and desire to applaud every little thing. I believe that encouragement is like karma. You do good and you receive good.

My parents always say that we should appreciate children. I think that in today’s hectic fast-running world, every individual requires encouragement. With such critics pulling our legs behind, encouragement can push us forward into the sphere of success.




It takes for a strong person to appreciate his enemy. Only mentally bold people can find it difficult and not impossible to encourage their rivals. This is because cowards will find such an act hurting their ego. It all revolves around the theory of healthy competition and about keeping your opponent closer to yourself than your friends. 

Encouragement can be of two types. And I strongly despise the kind that leads to a destructive approach. All the negative elements in nature, the current example of which would be terrorist organisations, also find encouragement from some place. We should stop encouraging such ideas and activities and let the word ‘encouragement’ have the positive meaning and effect that it infuses in our minds.




I want to be encouraged throughout my life. And for that, I’ll encourage others.

However, sometimes a very disturbing thought enters into my mind. It is that what would my last encouragement be? Will it be to fight my way back to life or will it be to find peace in another world? This thought makes me ponder over a million things but I end up thinking about nothing. Maybe, it’s a decision that’s not in my hands. This thought is a little comforting. 

Criticism leads to augment, 

but success is brought by encouragement. 




In the end, I would only like to say that encouragement is probably the one positive and enlightening word that can bring a ray of light and hope to the soul of one who is lost and dejected. Since the soul is immortal, I believe that I should keep mine bright. 

Monsoon Madness

My vision is perplexed,

my eyes don’t know where to look.

On one side, I see racing water drops,

and on the other, poets looking for their food.

They tremble down the glass panes,

the drops seep into the ground,

but the poets look disappointed,

I believe their love is nowhere to be found.




When I lift my head, I feel the drops

penetrate deep inside my eyes,

all the dirt from the storm is washed,

and my eyes become wet and crystal-like.


The wind blows at a fast pace, 

and my thoughts fly off with it,

my imagination reaching high, to the sky,

there is lightning in my head.


Umbrellas lifting up, eyes opening wide,

I suddenly feel all focus on me,

people are pointing at the mad dancing girl,

all drenched with unstopping feet.



With some sagacity now striking to me,

I run and reach my home,

out of breath and drenched till my bones,

I’m on the lookout for my soul.


While looking for it, with my voice reaching out,

I hear tapping feet and a whistle,

with wet clothes and the entire banister in my hand,

I quickly find myself on the top of the terrace.


There I find my soul,

dancing gleefully in the rainbow gleam,

all the wind and rain twirling around it,

it makes my heart dance to a beat.


I feel the monsoon madness within me,

as my soul re-enters into its host,

all the new energy and heat in me,

will now be used against the winter cold.

Passionate Inspiration

What is this thing about inspiration?

I fail to fathom.

It’s captivating, deceptive at times yet truly gratifying. I feel that having an inspiration is like having a friend, which we all have. It just takes a moment to find the right one.

It’s a common observation that if we are asked to write an essay on a person who inspires us the most, whom we consider to be our paragon, most of us would go in for our parents or siblings or even other older family members, who certainly​ did something commendable in the past.

However, there’s one more fact that I confide in. I believe that triumph, i.e., achievement of your lifelong desire, is beyond these cliché ideals. Unless you are born to venerable parents, in an acclaimed family, where you have just the ‘right’ amount of exposure to everything, and where the members of the family have literally left their footprints on the sands of time, you should definitely go beyond your immediate surroundings.


I’ve learnt a lesson that-

“Just come out of your milieu and you will find literally the entire world at your disposal.”



Our immediate surroundings are our comfort zone. Anybody can be comfortable going to their school or workplace and doing their routine work and also meeting the ‘people’ they usually meet.

Challenge, my friend, is accepted when you step out of that little-world-of-bonhomie and confront strangers and get the best extracted out of yourself.

I understand, “easier said than done”. However, there’s another theory. After all there always has to be something contradictory to the first thing. That’s how things work.
So, the theory, according to me, tells us that “miracles don’t happen over years”. Well of course, otherwise they won’t be called so. Miracles are like a reflex, so instantaneous and unbidden that your​ brain just doesn’t get them until they’re done.

So, an inspiration is one that can cause that miracle.


We have all witnessed people change. We have all espied people who rose to possess things and powers​ nobody had.

The miracle in these scenarios would be to acknowledge your​ raison d’être.

Hard work​ indeed will take years as success is not an easily attainable thing but knowing that you have an aim will provide the strength entailed​ for the hard work. Your goal will always be with you; nothing except you yourself, can snatch it away from you. That my friend, will be your friend, which we all have- our Inspiration.

“Sometimes it is the very people who no one imagines anything of, who do the things that no one can imagine”. – Alan Turing

Replenished Self

Earlier as the sun shone bright, my words faded.

They evaporated and got intermingled with air.

It felt as if I was saying a forced goodbye to the thing I loved the most;

words left me and I just stared vacuously at the roof.

Then as monsoon knocked at my door and rain gushed down,

the craze and addiction got washed away.

The train carrying the goods of my feelings and desires, 

left the station and not much remained.

But now the blank pages have got genial embraces,

and the letters go crawling up to fill into the empty spaces.

The pen sees no limit

and its ink doesn’t dare to finish.

And there I go.

With my face gradually rid of the impassiveness,

I find myself at an entirely invigorating venue.

Reliving those happy moments

just as my mind ponders on the scribbled notes.

And as I sit down to fair them out,

I see another train at my door.

Of ~ Mystics

The day came when the world had to witness, 
their departure and some unrest.

The two bodies left behind turned into ashes as the two souls began their journey by escaping the flames. They flew away into the ethereal layers to explore something New. 

They were immature, which was quite evident from their act of leaving mortality. However, it did not bother them, after all, when do we ever realise our mistakes before bearing the consequences? It felt as if they were proroguing their way out; focusing on all the minute details which they were soon going to be deprived of.

The first thing they saw were tears, rolling down the cheeks of their so-called Relatives, pouring onto the flames like acid rain. Sights of melancholy made them nauseous, forcing them to speed up a little.

 As they flew across the orange sky, embellished with the sunset, they reached far away places. They came across the ozonosphere and saw the huge holes; something that the humans on Earth feared. They soon crossed the atmospheric limits. It was dark beyond the exosphere. And they gradually faded into, what man called, the outer space.


The universe welcomed them as they were two anticipated guests. They inevitably saw many stars, learning what each truly meant. Stars were a symbol of magnificence.

They soon derived why heaven was considered to be amidst stars. 

Drifting towards the galaxies, they suddenly experienced a force.

It was the space-time continuum; thrusting upon them, powerful jolts.

Completely unbalanced, they somehow made way towards the fascinating stars, which they believed had stories to reveal. Ultimately they reached heaven. But peace was still not at their feet. They were still to face the New level politics.

The only difference being that now they were immortal.

Let’s Make Our Way Through The Maze

In my words, it was a maze.

I would never go back to the things that I left behind.

Life is a bizarre gift of God which is too entangled to become straight. We begin from somewhere and often end up reaching a completely outlandish domain. However, this too is essential.

One moot point is also as to who we actually are. We are mere souls who have begun this journey with an empty bag and throughout our way we keep enriching it with experiences and wisdom.

I was eager to venture out into the new paths. Eager enough to forget my past.

But alas ! This was not to be. There were abundant opportunities still in my waiting list.

There was yet a lot to be done and to be learnt.

I want to tread the paths unknown,

and see to where they lead me.

I want to lie down under the starry sky,

and watch the twinkling stars patiently.

I want to watch the squirrels,

eat up the pieces of nuts.

To watch their long white teeth,

tear up the tiny chunks.

I want to enjoy the evening sky,

and watch the clouds twirl.

I want to watch the ice cream man,

make the ice cream’s top swirl.

I want to watch the drizzling waters,

during the warm days.

And see how each time the drops,

disappear in their own way.

I want to watch the snow,

gradually fill up my garden.

And see how the white fluffy flakes

make it appear so sudden.

Time flows past. One night after an extremely busy day, I thought about what I had done that day. Surprisingly, I could not think of anything. Flashing through my mind were the pictures of tasks that were still to be done.

This is human nature. A tendency to worry about the things that could not be done and those that should have happened. We should not be stuck up with our past. And boasting about something you did in the past is equally uncalled for.

All we need to do is to learn lessons from what is foregone and move on and on.

In this maze, I began my journey with a plethora of qualities. Good as well as bad. At the end of the road, however, I found that I had got rid of many. Of many bad qualities that I left behind at each turn. I would never get them back because I would never go back to get them. This is how with a passage of time, bad qualities tend to be overpowered by good ones.

Life is a maze and we can never go back to what we leave behind. Be it good or bad.


Is it true that rivals are those bound together by some bond?

Yes. But that bond need not always be a relation. People are bonded even by hatred and even by love. They can be bonded by situations and hard circumstances. The scenario can be anything.

It’s true said that we don’t always have a choice. Sometimes we don’t get to choose. 

But think once. Oh you foolish mind! Think once! 

You are living in a mirage where you think that you are always right. This mirage becomes your life.

We don’t get to choose our life. We are this way. 

But we do get to choose what we do with it.

Imagine a world where you never get to choose. You are always forced to confide in one thing without thinking whether it’s right or wrong.

Sounding too much like the Dark Ages?

 Yes. But there has to be a solid and a pertinent reason why millions of people in those times defied against the fact that they could not question things.

There is one.


When you question a thing, only then can you believe that it’s right. Blind faith is long gone. We don’t even get to hear the two words today.

There are always two aspects to a thought, a belief and an act.

Two different aspects of one thing come together to make it complete. Adequate  substitution would imply that rivals are people having two contradictory beliefs about one thing. Just like there are points ‘for’ and points ‘against’ a topic; just like there are pros and cons to one thing; just like there is a head and a tail to one coin. 

Similarly, there can be rivals to one thought. They are indeed, constrained by nature, by life, to hold these different beliefs. And this is mandatory.


 So that we don’t swim and eventually drown in blind faith.

Rivals are always bound together by just one thing. And that is life.


Pristinely Clinquant

She’d join the tip of her pointer to her thumb,

and she’d encircle the Sun.

Her eyes were not afraid of the bright light,

instead, they were looking for something more alive.

They wouldn’t force out her emotions,

‘tears’, what’d be your description.

She was something more than tears,

something that was in the offing in the henceforth years.

She was above all these emotions,

as if accustomed to live without any relations.

Inexperienced, immature feelings reigned in her heart,

the fire was expected as there was already a spark.

She was not a weak kneed lady who increased the Earth’s burden.

Never the less, she was the one who always tried to make it lessen.

Little Miss. Sunshine, walking down the streets,

spreading divine light, just like the aroma of bay leaves.

She was her own Sun, that’d set to the rising moon,

telling of the dauntless Sun that’d make its way through, soon.glittering-platinum-princess-flower-girl-tutu-dress3

She was like the roaming butterflies,

                                              looking for something better each time.                                                                 

She wasn’t a perfunctory regular student,

who knew how to please the devils at once.

Instead, she was like the matutinal chirping birds,

imposing foudroyant, pretty things on the nerds.

She was the shimmering stars, the source of light,

pristinely clinquant in the solitary night.

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