There’s fog on my left.
And dust on my right.
A world of uncertainty around me,
A sense of haze in my mind.
When I turn behind,
The memories are a blur
While I strain to look ahead,
I see nothing beyond a turn.
I look at the soil
My feet planted firm
Stealthy in my stride
But stable as an urn.
No matter that I cringe
No matter where I stare
I’m never going to master
To look through the glare.
There will be days
When I look up for some shine
Some ray of guidance
A beacon just in time.
But soon I will see
That I’m looking in vain
For clarity in my sight where
Obscurity has been rule, time and again.
I guess I’ll take a step at a time
Not worrying about the maze
I’ll hold my head high
I’ll trust the haze.

I want to know you.

I want to know what you doodle in air. I want to know your playlist. I want to see what you fumble at; what makes you gasp and what makes you cringe. I want to know stories of when you were a kid. I want to know what you do when you wake up after a nightmare. I want to be able to tell your hearty smile from your fake laughter. I want to know what you do when you don’t have your phone. I want to see if you shy from the rains or let it gulp you whole. I want to see how you brave a bad hair day. I want to see how you look at fire. I want to know your fears and weaknesses, and what makes you blush.
I want to know you. And the patterns you see in clouds.


It is all in your mind, in your head. If you think you are stuck, you are. If you tell yourself you are free, you’ll soar like you never thought you could. The critics will pelt stones at you. That’s what they do best. Do not bother hurling them back; instead, use them to create unbreakable bridges, and make them your own. Dream big. Wish for more. Believe in the unusual. And work towards it. You’ll be fascinated by how the universe will make sure you reach it.
It is up to you. Jostle with your mind, challenge it, or team up with it while you climb to reach the unreachable.

Peace and Chaos

It is easy to demand silence, peace, quiet. It is easy to want to concentrate on your soul and shut your eyes to the chaos that the world is replete with. But that isn’t what peace of mind really is. To be at peace with yourself, you must be eager to have noise and confusion to mingle with your thoughts, to have a collage to interfere with your observation, to have explosions to interrupt the calm, and still find music and harmony in the cacophony.


We all have built unshakable walls around the private corners of our heart, and most of us have the doors shut. It isn’t because we fear that people might sneak in, it is because we are waiting for the people who won’t even need to knock on the door and we will hold it open for them. They are the right kind of people.


It is human to have regrets, to make mistakes, to want to badly go back in time to undo a deal or to make a different choice. You’ll be forgiven for wishing to walk back the long road that you’ve come walking- often limping- as an outcome of a Choice! You’ll be forgiven for craving to take The Other Road, making The Other Choice.

 Because we are all human. Our regrets define us. 

But there’s another truth waiting for us, screaming at us out there, in bold: IT’S ALL WRITTEN!