A WANDERING SOUL...

I’m Fine, I’m Fine, I’m Fine   Oh, what’s happened to you? Why are you crying? You barely speak these days just lying there, silent, sighing. But  I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine! And it’s not the first time I’m stumbling into a tunnel of night, each step swallowed by fading light, tears trailing fears, drowning without sight But you know what? I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I eat, sleep and repeat, I greet you with my widest grin, hoping you never glimpse within those fragile cracks I try to mend, the moments I just… pretend that I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. But now, I’m sinking in a sorrowed sea, its waters salted with misery, dyed blue by melancholy. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I can’t keep dressing up as jolly. Forgive me… you weren’t meant to see these tears, these truths inside of me. But I’m tired of trying trying so damn hard to be JUST FINE!!!

  Growing up…. Teenage!   I am not a kid Nor am I an adult. Somewhere in between, A little grown A little young.   I know a lot But I don’t understand all. I have many questions And queries. Some get answered, Some I have to find alone. As I ask the parents, They just gaze And say, You will know at right age! You are just in your teenage!!   There are a million dreams I want to fulfill. And a hundreds little things, I want to achieve.       Friendship. He is not a family But not any less. The closest to me, Whom I share all the secrets.   He is a friend, Like a small door at the dead-end. Like a cherry to the cake, Such sweetness who wouldn’t take!! Like a dessert to a meal, Having a friend is always a fruitful deal.   Behind the locked doors of the school, Together breaking the rules, We team Up Against all odds. A gang of few, Who can take shit out of ...

  Sometime ago, I read this exceptional book titled “Death”. Now, if you are a sadhguru follower, you might already have read it or least heard of it. The book in itself is a one of its kind. It is something that questions our understanding of life and death, and answers some of our questions and again leaves us with even more queries in mind. There are numerous things in the book that caught my attention and made an strong imprint in my mind, one of them was this paragraph from the chapter “Baby Hitler” where the writer beautifully explains his understanding of how reincarnation works, which actually came as a surprise or should I say as a shock to me!!! Forgive me for copywrite issues, but I would like to include his words hereby as I don’t feel myself capable enough to translate these virgin words of wisdoms in my own language. “If a particular quality is very dominant in you, your karma will seek whatever kind of body and physical situation is best for you to fulfil that qual...

 CHANGE!! Well, how long do you think does it take for a person to transform in their life? A day? A week? A month? A year? Or just a moment? I don’t know. Its about a year and half ago, one of my relative had been through visible transformation in his life. From his physical appearance to his routines and even this thought processes and way of living. He had just come from a foreign land, and as a social rule, I went to meet him with my grandmom and maternal uncle. Candidly, someone rightly said him, “Daai, tapai ta dherai dublaunu vaecha!” He replied with such an ease, “ ma hoina, mero sareer matra dublaako?”. Well,   his answer left everyone around speechless. It definitely took some time for people around him to realise that his transformation was not just merely with how he looked. With the series of unfavourable events in his life, one did expect him to change. But at what level, no one knew. At that point I certainly made fun of him back at home. But now as I realise ...

We need a medium... Like, A boat to cross a lake, to ensure u dont sink. A hole in the cave, To inlet air to breathe. Maybe a soul needs a body, To reach an ultimate peace... U and i.. In this complicated world, We need each other, Just to exist.. Just like the humans created the boat, Cavemen crafted a hole, And enlightenment found the soul, We shall find..  A medium... To talk and walk, To see and feel, And to live and exist!!!

 Who am I? What am i made up? Where do i belong? Engolfed in these questions, No matter who u are The richie rich Or the power musk, The smartie Einstine, Or a Mr Nobody, No matter whatever u are, You're still a lump of dust To the universe. BUT to ourselves, We are all that matters, I. Me , myself... A jolt of destiny or A blow of life And u turn to ashes In a fraction of time.. And yet the ego of life The passion for power And thirst for money. Makes us all go round and round Like a merry go round.. But no matter how far we go, We're still in the same round about. With mistaken identity We hang forever, only to realise  its all just a lie...

MEMORIES You are the sweet memory to me.. and you shall be.. like a dream, like a wish, Like a falling star!!! Most beautiful, So close, Yet so far.......