The hands that keep me

In my strife with the mountainsHow often I forget to look above;Heavens watching my path all alongWith clouds to cover my faltering trailA bountiful shower comes my wayLest I forget, there are hands that keep me! PC: Prudhvi Choudary

A love for lists

A year ago, my mind would have continued to work like a chewing gum that had long lost its flavour and sweetness, hanging on to the 3 things that could not be accomplished within the set timeline. What purpose does it serve to hammer oneself with goals not met? One of the greatest learning’s I…

What will you take along into the new year ?

I hope to travel light,Shedding every leaf of doubtbare-bodied, yet rooted firmlyInto a whirling cosmosDancing my wayInto a galaxy hosting my footprintA year that was lost upon meIs soon to be found.

Home again!

what is it that makes a journey fascinating? Why are journeys important?

The winds of desire

If I were not tied to a shore… Would I choose to linger? In near waters and known depths, Filled with a familiar incense of time lost. Would I choose to drift afar? And catch a tide riding high Gliding flamboyantly into a time to come. Would I sink if I stayed Under the carcass…

The Choice

Choices don’t always come in monochromeWith an absoluteness of black or whitelike a game of chess; predictableWhere you knew before you playedWhich move meant death!Life squares are myriad and colouredAnd choices, your poisonLike the ones that leave you breathlessBetween what you loveAnd what you love moreYet you play the queens gambitFiercely attacking a distant handthat…

Some days …

Maybe, some days are meant to feel like unanswered texts, a shoe-bite, an oversized hat, a shattered window pane, a burnt omelette, or even a lost football match. Isn’t that why we rejoice when the days look like a surprise party, a dewdrop, a fur-coat, a rainbow, some dark chocolate, or even a trip to…

The Blue Door

The Blue Door They stood outside this magnificent piece of architecture, transported into their own, infinite cosmos. “What do you see?” he asks with a child-like curiosity hoping to catch a glimpse of her soul. She walks around the monument in complete silence, as if she were offering a prayer. “I’m waiting”, he insists. Her…

Read and Read-Not’s

In a world of AI where constantly changing information is shaping the world we live in, aren’t these altered realities widening the divide and fracturing the world further?