Replaying moments

As I listened, to musical notes,

something touches, deep within,

like flashes, my past resurfaced,

bringing back forgotten memories... 

From whom's eyes,

I was looking...

Too familiar were the places,

the road taken, friends accompanying, 

as we trotted, for some reason.

So, where was I going again?

I couldn't even recall...

Instantly transporting,

to another place, another time,

before coming to any conclusions. 

Yet another phase, I started reliving,

having conversations or taking rides,

too abstract, everything came in a rush,

changing locations, and my emotions,

with every beat, and flow of the music.

The BGM strikes inner chords

made me hypnotized, flooding memories,

there's no reason, or explanation any, 

feeling the vibes, a bit of melancholy,

things I lost, in this journey...of life. 

Slowly, steadily, descending deeper,

each moment, were missing pieces,

treasured days, that lost its values,

in the changing tides, of our living,

with passing time, changing seasons...

And here I lie, closing my eyes,

listening to melodies, in a magical ambience,

falling deeper within, drifting into a trance,

a connection built, with my past,

reminding me, to keep in touch. 

And I comply, feel the vibrations,

replaying moments, of yesteryear...

Nostalgic days!!

Bird chirruping

As the dawn break, the world awakens,

to the chorus sung by feathered friends,

a melody of joy, their voice so sweet,

each chirrup enlivens, our morning greet. 

It's indeed a nature's blessing,

fortunate are the ones, hear them calling,

for the grubs, territories or their mates, 

but were soothing, to us audience. 

A symphony of nature's art, 

be it the whistles or a tweet,

every sound is a delightful tone,

spreading energy to a lazy morning. 

Waking up to this wonderful view,

they fill the sky with vibrant hues,

and we cherish these cheerful tunes,

as we rise up, starting our day anew. 

So, let us appreciate, with grateful ears,

when chirruping noise, banishes our fears,

nature's tiny blessing, that's freely given...

A gift of birdsongs, sent from heaven. 

And I wish...

We all wake up to their lovely voices.

A picnic

The weather is nice,

let's go for a picnic,

taking our car out,

early in the morning...

With friends and family,

in the outskirt of our city,

make plans, and itinerary, 

keep baskets and coolers ready. 

A blanket, is a must,

can't keep food, over the dirt,

even the charm of the ground,

is soiled, by wet & prickly grasses. 

Carrying games, ball or cards,

to have some fun together,

and bring out the inner child,

in those moments of playfulness. 

And don't forget to fill,

our basket to the brink,

some pre-cut fruits and veggies,

with wraps, rolls and sandwiches. 

When we are tired of running,

let's sit together for the lunching,

and you open the casseroles, 

bringing out mouth watering dishes.

Make pulav, and some gravy,

or a combination of sabji roti,

some salads and crunchy papad,

ending with a delicious dessert. 

It's a long-awaited picnic,

let's have some chat and fun,

open the cooler to share,

some cold drinks and ice-cream. 

Let the summer be mild,

still apply some sunscreen,

having bug spray can be handy,

yet never forget...a trash bag to carry,

Our wastage!

A celestial show

In the stillness of the night,

I watched the moonlight,

spreading its orangish hues,

in the canvas of velvet sky... 

And I witness the land transform,

as if showering under celestial dust,

and the ground begin to glow,

illuminated under the lunar shine. 

The woodland whispers into my ear,

with its swaying branches, and rustles,

the wind carries tender memories, 

caressing me with gentle breeze. 

The lake shimmers, with the reflection,

fireflies lighten up surrounding vegetation,

the air felt colder, yet the heart got warmer,

as the place shrouded by a misty cover. 

And I saw the magic begin,

as moonlight shines over me,

a path created from the sky,

and descended were mythical beings. 

The fairy came, twirling in glow,

creatures from fantasy did follow,

be it the unicorns, or the mermaids,

dancing in the rhythm of the melodies. 

Shadow silhouettes of a couple,

too joined for the celebration,

swinging and spinning, holding hands,

captivating me, putting into a trance. 

But that spectacle didn't last long,

as they return, after their glittery show,

floating towards the moon, as dawn arrives,

leaving me behind awestruck and mystified.

Where did it begin?

So, where did it begin?

Not only us, we are finite being,

but the things beyond ourselves,

yet so interlinked, deep within us...

Was it created by a big bang,

or a part of supreme consciousness, 

some do consider it an illusion,

like a mirage, a holographic projection. 

We have learned so much,

having technologies at our disposal, 

yet, the greatest of human brain,

we were perplexed by its existence. 

For, we are too miniscule an entity,

to comprehend the extent of its boundaries,

only making assumptions or theories,

changing them over newer discoveries. 

Universe... It's everything,

encompassing matter and energy,

all the dimensions that we perceive, 

everything that mankind conceived. 

Still, there are many unknowns,

being outside the ambit of natural laws,

likes of dark matter, and dark energy,

even the ill-defined quantum fields. 

And we seek refuge in spirituality,

hoping to find answers in philosophy,

as long as we could find reasons,

there's nothing wrong in exploring. 

But, they too talk in symbolism,

for us to believe without proving,

taking away burdens of our curiosities, 

by presenting it as grand design...of divinity. 

And I wondered, since my younger years,

when I watched in awe, starry night sky,

the constellations, & Milky Way galaxy,

inspiring me to explore various stories.

And sometimes, I was terrified of ideas,

the very enormity, of our universe

yet unaware of plank scale phenomena,

when I contemplated, my very existence. 

I concede

It's a lost cause...

Neither you were willing,

nor I decided to let go,

of things desired, beliefs of our life.

Our obligations and compulsions,

influences the decisions we take,

lead to clashes, of differing opinions, 

when facing a stubborn mind. 

It's no use...

To change your perspective,

all of my requests and pleas,

had fallen, into deaf ears...

for, our mask of empathy,

doesn't hide the indifference, 

caring for our self-interests,

disregarding other's concerns. 

I concede... 

You were a good person,

life had shown you many struggles,

you fought well, stood for your values,

waiting for a partner, your companion...

Not many achieve, what they aspired, 

when encountered, with different viewpoints,

still be hopeful, nurture optimism,

wishes will be heard, bringing joy soon... 

When you finally find someone,

accepting you in the entirety...

Of your nature.

Live frugally, but indulge fully

Our needs are much smaller,

than the living, that we aspire,

a lifestyle of extravaganza...

Portraying success in endeavors. 

When we have the means,

an unhindered freedom,

we indulge in pleasures,

without guilt or pressures. 

Yet, there are also the ones,

detached of desires, and emotions,

seeking the path of higher truth,

some, out of fear and compulsions.

And they renounce, materialistic need,

calling it distraction, swaying our will,

teaching us control and discipline,

ignoring our curiosities and impulses. 

And I wonder, as I ponder,

what's the reason, and our role,

being born, brought up in a world,

filled with stimuli, for our senses.

So I watched, the nature's flow,

how life flourish, in the wilderness,

for, they too are the divine creations,

giving us the clue, answers the question. 

Living days without any meal,

yet, indulged to their heart fill,

as long as it satiates their hunger,

let them live, a little longer.

So, I too embraced that policy,

choose to be simple, live frugally,

but open to life's experiences, 

once in a while, indulge fully...

To my heart content.

Beware of coming dangers

Our world is always in rush,

no moment to take a pause,

taking every morsel into our mouth,

without scrutinizing, source of origin. 

It's not like those golden days,

when produces were fresh, easily availed, 

for, people now, chose dishonest means,

to secure themselves, compound profits. 

We also face, a damaged environment, 

a product of unsustainable development, 

poisoned water, and polluted atmosphere, 

spreading tentacles, catching us unaware. 

And then, came the biggest danger,

of antibiotics, for our consumption,

from farm animals, or over the counter,

easily accessible, into our homes. 

Everything creates a vicious cycle,

a weakened body, and bad surroundings, 

making us susceptible to the onslaught,

falling victim to various ailments. 

Even the hospitals, aggravate the risk,

the more days, we spend being sick,

as commensals, develop the resistance,

ravage our body, from the inside. 

But, why do things, comes to this?

Is it ignorance, or our complacency...

When we indulge, without any care,

live a life, of greed and pleasures. 

The prevalent pollution, makes us weak,

resistant bacteria, infused in our food,

even antibiotics usage, kills gut flora,

with our lifestyle, add fuel to this fire. 

And I could witness is despair,

Only to give forewarning...

Beware of coming dangers!

Loneliness among elderly

Loneliness among elderly...

A prevalent concern,

as society is progressing,

towards an aging population. 

No support of joint family,

confined within the houses,

for, modernity has limited...

Both space and their mind. 

We all need a purpose,

to keep ourselves going,

life's struggles are enough,

to break a weakened body. 

So, they sought the refuge,

to keep themselves occupied, 

in spirituality or religious activities, 

or domestic concerns of families. 

Village life gave them respite,

too much of opportunities, 

tending to garden, or animals,

simple interactions with community. 

Cities have broken that bond,

everyone is on a rush,

living within the four walls,

sometimes alone, no one accompanies. 

Families become distant,

as the health deteriorates,

a once strong sense of life,

is lost, in the hurt of indifference. 

Devil's advocate

Let's start this curious game,

where we play devil's advocate,

like a make belief, as we pretend, 

in our discussions, or arguments,

going against the presiding opinions. 

For, it opens up the discussion,

explore ideas, which were forsaken,

might not be the popular opinion,

yet needing some pondering over,

to delve deeper into the subjects. 

It can also become a useful tool,

to discern the mentality of a person,

by poking and prodding certain conditions,

evoking reactions, revealing the perceptions, 

that defines their true character. 

From centuries, these were used,

be it humble locale or a nation,

where intellect is used to understand,

the extent of someone's intelligence,

for proper selections of leader. 

Devil's advocate...

It's something to be added,

in places of debate, between mindsets,

with enough preparation and confidence,

for having a rewarding event. 

Where wisdom and knowledge...

Were shared to the participants. 

Let's agree to disagree

Let's agree to disagree, my friend,

if we want to find a common ground,

it's not a competition or race to succeed, 

but to develop true understanding. 

There are nuances, to be followed,

not fell, for emotional outbursts,

rather take a methodical approach,

facts and reasons accompanying...

Our clash of opinions. 

We have to defend our positions,

being on the side, of right decisions,

yet, a lot are biases, our assumptions, 

evolved from our individual perceptions. 

And we fall victim to our pride,

getting territorial to self interests,

without giving space to other's views,

that might help, expanding our outlook. 

Discussions, are a wonderful space,

if we are willing, with a receptive mind,

curious of seeking other's perspectives, 

and hoping to share our discoveries. 

So, let's agree to disagree, my friend,

being open to suggestions & criticism,

having opportunities to learn new things,

in our quest for finding a conclusion. 

Inconvenient transportation

As I drive on my bike,

I get annoyed by larger vehicles,

blocking the path for us,

in traffic or narrow roads...

Yet, when I do take a cab,

I would be the one complaining,

about the prevailing traffic violations, 

by both bikes and heavy vehicles. 

When in the bus, I would lament,

condition of roads throughout the journey,

blaming cars, bikes and pedestrians,

of not clearing the space for us.

Even the public transports available,

from trains, airplanes and metros,

comes with their accompanied issues,

of reservations, crowds & desired stations. 

Modernity had brought many changes, 

transportation being an inevitable requirement,

for, we as human, have become slaves,

to our needs, and pleasures of travel.

But, it had also brought, newer torments,

affecting our mind, heart and physical body,

making me wonder, once in a while...

Is it mere inconvenience, of roads or vehicles,

or maybe something more, deeper and intangible? 

For, conveniences are subjective :)

Vested interests

World is filled with hypocrisy, 

expecting the best for themselves,

while propagating their lies,

to achieve success...by any means. 

Vested interests...

That makes the world go round,

with facade of pleasant personality,

hides their ulterior motives. 

Some might be harmless, 

while others, can be treacherous, 

but every one of these actions,

corrupted with impure intentions. 

Thus, it will never be secure,

like a pack of cards, it's ready to fall,

without the pillars of truth that sustains,

eventually be weakened, at the very foundation. 

For, true objectives were not shared,

being afraid, be taken advantage of...

Yet, pushing themselves, into similar cycles,

using dishonest means, furthering self-interests. 

Vested interests...

Can they even be avoided,

when human greed, is so prevalent?

If so, I would seek the way,

where honesty is rewarded with kindness,

as the society becomes virtuous,

allowing us to be open and sincere.

Sarcasm

Sarcasm...

Some of us do use,

as a mean of protest,

or convey deeper messages,

to make our point across. 

It's the verbal irony,

that shares our perspectives, 

sometimes with sweet words,

others, can become a bit snarky. 

Yet, in the world of psychology, 

it's considered an intelligent trait,

giving us the ability to appreciate,

other people's mental state. 

For, it's not easy to create,

requiring a larger vocabulary, 

and interpret various body languages,

with a healthy working memory. 

Even listening or reading the same,

expands our thought and imagination, 

helping us face difficult problems,

coming up with creative solutions. 

But, not all are adaptive to this skill,

requiring flexibility & control of emotions,

we can make or break any conversations,

needs certain tones and proper timings.

Sarcasm,

A way of venting frustration, 

but look deeper, and you will know, 

it's the higher form of intelligence... 

For, in the guise of a vice...

It's a serious brain workout. 

Don't take things into your heart

Don't take things into your heart,

even if you had a difficult past,

blaming others or getting anxious,

of things happened, unpleasant facts.

For, you have to live in present,

facing struggles and challenges,

don't burden it more, with worries,

from overthinking ancient stories. 

Don't take things into your heart,

it might break, your inner confidence,

making you vulnerable, to ongoing stress,

like a poison, aggravating your weaknesses. 

For, stress is a trigger, forming a crack,

to the homeostasis, of body and heart,

provoking illnesses to spread its tentacles,

pulling you away, from a better world. 

Don't take things into your heart,

when you failed or faced setbacks,

not let it deter your progression, 

towards your goal or aspirations. 

For, we have dreams to fulfill,

experiences that make us complete,

so, don't fret, develop a positive mindset,

follow a vision, becoming your best version. 

Don't take things into your heart, 

awaken your spirit, the inner hope,

rather than living in fear, of a recurrence, 

find ways to relax, rest and recuperate. 

For, feeling victimized, wouldn't change,

understand, accept and acknowledge, 

only then, you can make conscious efforts,

to take your present...to desired future.

Happy life

Happy life...

It's all we desire,

some are fortunate, 

to be blessed with it.

But there were a lot more,

not receiving the world's favor,

being on the sidelines, watching...

As their happiness keeps fading. 

Happy life...

We can't always be lucky,

the world doesn't do our bidding, 

there's negativity, lurking in the shadows.

And it brings painful emotions,

some may break, fall into depression, 

others become bitter, with a lot of anger,

blaming self and everyone else,

becoming blind, to the surroundings. 

Happy life...

We have to accept, 

the disappointments and failures, 

by embracing, our negative emotions.

And we will become anti-fragile,

riding on the waves of resilience, 

as we face the pressures of life,

getting bigger and stronger. 

Happy life...

Being too invested in its pursuit,

paradoxically make us less happy...

So, let us find happiness indirectly,

breaking it into smaller moments.

We can't gaze at the sun directly,

but can see it through the reflections,

so experts presented a SPIRE model,

to find our way to happiness. 

P.S.

SPIRE MODEL: 

Happy life...

Lies in Spiritual, Physical, Intellectual, 

Relational and Emotional well-being...

By seeking meaning, a purpose in life (S),

being active, while avoiding stress (P),

to be curious, and engaging deeply (I)

spending quality time, with our family (R)

and finally...

Cultivating deep gratitude, towards life blessings. (E). 

So, be resilient, become anti-fragile,

to achieve the true, happy life.

Solo camping

Far away from the clamors,

there lies, my treasured solace...

Where nature is still untouched,

and I visit, for a change of pace. 

Carrying a camping bag,

I hike the jungle trails,

towards my favorite spot,

set camp, have my lonely rest.

A cool breeze brushes my cheeks,

as the sky rumbles, at a distant place,

moisture fills the atmosphere, 

warning an impeding downpour. 

So, I sprint, reaching tent site,

a flat grassland, buffered from wind,

holding my flashlight, as night descends,

wearing raincoat, set the camp tight.

And I assemble poles, letting it seed,

matching them on body and footprint,

attaching the tent body to the poles,

laying out the rain fly...on the top. 

Once everything set, I felt the relief, 

as raindrops falls, on my skin,

so I lie down, under tent's cover,

listening a lullaby of pitter-patter.

Moments passed, I slowly drifted,

in the nature's magical ambience,

coming to sense, as stomach growls,

taking out, my cooking utensils. 

Boiling water, making the tea,

to complement, my special Maggi,

a little opening, I welcomed the breeze,

yet, received dry leaves with the drizzle.

A whiff of fragrance, scent of damp earth, 

I was immersed in the wilderness perfume, 

as the wind whispers, through the silhouettes, 

of the rustling leaves, and swaying branches. 

Alone, yet strangely I felt connected,

with the soul of earth, and the universe, 

for, under the starry sky, I witnessed,

the wisdom of this hidden quest...

In my solo camping haven.

Numbers

This world is one...

One is our consciousness,

yet, projecting its essences,

through the principles of duality. 

And we follow, cycle of three,

within our mind, soul and body,

having four aims of our life,

Dharma Artha, Kama, Moksha. 

With the five senses, we perceive,

five elements of the universe,

learning six virtues, as we grow,

chasing away six impurities of mind. 

The seven days of the week,

filled with seven colors of rainbow,

welcoming prosperity from eight directions,

when followed up, with our devotion. 

Our heart experiences nine emotions,

when the nine planets oversees...

The gates of our true reality,

that houses, zero to infinity... 

For, we are bound to these patterns, 

that forms the basis of material world,

so, let us seek, and we will learn...

The magical entity... called numbers.

The elephants trails

On the dusty paths...

These gentle giants proudly walked,

following the ancestral memories,

etched deep within their heart. 

Giant feet, paced the land,

with a purpose, a rumbling caravan,

facing the harsh summer heat,

seeking relief, from their thirst. 

And they walked, on the dusty path,

towards those treasured routes,

for the river streams & vegetation, 

a sanctuary for their weary souls. 

Only to encounter, tall concrete walls,

deep pits & tunnels, blocking their route,

and they witness, steel & glass giants,

replacing thick jungles & vast grasslands. 

Bewildered, panicked, getting lost,

sometimes waylaid, to their demise,

from traps, tracks and firearms,

out of greed, or from despair. 

For, the time had changed,

bringing urban dwellings, with rapid progress, 

even their swaying trunks, or trumpet calls,

were getting ignored, falling to deaf ears. 

Once a mighty pathway, deep and wide, 

shrunken to shadows, they couldn't hide,

like a fractured labyrinth, breaking away, 

lost to an expanding greed, of humanity. 

And I rued, as I wondered...

Will future generations, ever comprehend,

their remnants whisper, and silent pleadings,

in those forgotten passages, 

faded from the nature's trail...

Where once elephants treaded?

The paired world

This world is a canvas,

painted in vibrant colors,

yet, as the brush spreads,

an invisible tread becomes apparent...

Beyond the vivid details,

there's something commonplace,

as the panorama displays,

the beauty, of its paired stage. 

For, the life constantly evolved,

to achieve this ideal state,

nothing exists being solitary,

every system prefers a support.

Something that completes them,

each having their important role,

like two wheels on a vehicle,

needed for a smoother journey. 

And they compliment, other's function, 

for maintaining harmony of universe, 

Yin & Yang, Feminine & Masculine,

depicting the different aspect of life.

And these elements are revered, 

they add value to our existence, 

a night would be followed by the day,

darkness too, accompanies the radiance. 

In pairs, we dance in cosmic symphony,

finding our joy, pleasure and happiness, 

it's our path towards spiritual connection,

by embracing divine design of elegance.

For, this world blooms, in the balance,

between mother nature & supreme consciousness, 

and we, are part of something grand...

Living a wonderful life, in this paired world.

Social hierarchies

Are we truly equal?

In our mind and body,

and this social stratification,

only creating an artificial divide... 

But then, life is not that simple,

people aspires, to be different,

to reach the pinnacle, of their life.

And we are all, at different stage,

depending on capabilities and intent,

chasing individual needs & desires. 

And thus, we build an invisible barrier,

like a mental note, to scrutinize others,

for our personal sphere of influence.

For, us human, are social animal,

so we established social hierarchy, 

be it through power or finances. 

Still, time has changed,

with diversification of opportunities, 

helping us, to bridge the gaps.

But, basic nature never changes,

for, we create newer power centers,

or remain attached to older mindset. 

So, what's the driving force?

A desire for a higher status,

or an air of superiority, for self...

While others nursing grievances, 

simmering with their hurt pride,

giving rise to inferiority complex. 

Great were our childhood days,

not concerned with social obligations, 

being free from mental restrains...

But even in this innocence, 

creating groups within circles & plays,

we learned, the tricks of social hierarchies. 

Aimless

Aimless...

Without proper direction,

they kept walking...

On an obscure path,

towards a bleak future. 

It's not their fault, 

never had the guidance,

ignorance of their parents,

or facing academic incompetence. 

Aimless...

Choosing streams for degrees, 

indulging in fun activities,

getting distracted, seeking pleasures, 

miss the chance, for skill development. 

And they confront the realities,

getting disappointed, having anxieties, 

dark clouds of negativity gathering, 

taking them down, deeper into the pit. 

Aimless...

It's too dangerous a game,

gambling life, for short term wins,

for, it's the goals, acting as motivation,

giving us an idea, pursue without pressure. 

So, grab opportunities, coming your way,

the globalized world, has opened its bay,

some efforts here, some diligence there,

utilize the time for the betterment...

Rather being...Aimless.

Anger management

We do get angry,

facing life's situations, 

struggling to endure,

the surging of our emotions.

Yet, we had to be careful,

not make matter worse,

our actions have consequences...

Even done for justified reasons. 

So, we practice the ways,

to have these feeling go away,

and achieve the calmer demeanor, 

required for our social function.

Some vent their emotions, 

letting out inner pressures,

others go into rage modes,

smashing things, and letting loose. 

But, contrary to popular beliefs,

researches are against catharsis theory,

for, blow off steam, had its reactions,

goes beyond reflection, into rumination.

As their arousal-boosting activities, 

may have brought temporary reliefs,

but also would increase the tension,

supporting the cause, reinforces aggression. 

So, the art of anger management, 

lies in arousal-reducing activities, 

be it slow-flow yoga, and mindfulness, 

diaphragmatic breathing or muscle relaxation...

Taking a timeout,

rather than trying to vent,

would work the best for us,

by turning down the heat. 

For, calming techniques ease stress,

robbing anger, of physiological fuel.

If only you had listened

If only you had listened,

sounds of this heart's beating,

lub dub, lub dub...becoming faster,

when we met, whenever you speak.

And you would have known,

those days of my anticipation,

excitements and nervousness, 

the building up, of my courage. 

If only you had listened,

to those surging emotions,

how much I wanted to convey,

and desires that had sprouted.

And you would have learned,

the intensity of my feelings,

every time when I whispered,

your name, within my thoughts. 

If only you had listened,

to the desperation, of my requests,

of the wishes, and the dreams,

that you ignored, or left unseen.

And you would have realized, 

the sincerity of my intentions, 

for, we could have seen the lights,

of our shared future...

A stomachache

I felt a little tizzy, 

like a knotty sensation,

never had I encountered, 

while sitting in my workstation...

It started, as an occasional ache,

changing into a rhythmic cramp,

distracting the mind, bringing tensions,

breaking defenses, demanding attention. 

So, I wondered, what went wrong,

bringing miseries, where it didn't belong,

nothing felt good, I wanted to run,

as tummy ached, I twisted and groaned. 

" Sir, try ENO, you will get instant relief "

my juniors had a sound advice,

" Drink something cold, let it cool down, "

My seniors blamed hot weather. 

And I listened, pondered a bit,

requested them, for an early leave,

" Let me lie down, I would heal,

sitting here, aggravating my agony "

So, I returned, to sweet home,

running to the comfort, of my room,

clearing the bowels, were first concern,

then searched for OTC medications. 

Yet, nothing changed, the hurt persisted,

a constant reminder, of underlying disease,

" Try lemonade, it will help " mother suggested,

" Don't worry, take some rest " father insisted.

So, I relented, took their advice, 

had my drink and herbal remedies,

and lied down, closing my eyes...

Resting the body and my mind. 

Hours passed, and I woke,

pain subsided, discomfort gone,

made mental note, for future reference, 

things that work, on these conditions. 

Was it rest, or medications,

a cold lemonade or gentle rubs,

tried many options, couldn't settle for one,

thus ended the tale... Of my stomachache. 

Aphantasia

Our mind is a wonderful space,

to store our treasured basket,

filled with happy memories,

for recollection and remembrance. 

It's a friend, that we all need,

giving the insights, an inner voice,

helping us prepare, alert or share,

as we keep living, our daily life. 

Have we ever wondered...

If there are people alive,

having a deaf and blind mind,

without support, of an inner voice.

The one, without any imagination, 

including audio or visual sensations,

while learning or doing tasks,

that needs plannings and preparations. 

Aphantasia...

The mysterious phenomenon, 

a rare condition, affecting few,

where thoughts were disconnected, 

from their inner consciousness. 

Every sensation needs efforts,

without having pre-experience,

difficulties in remembering things,

or having any long-term memory. 

And I wonder... 

Even if they were normal people,

some smarter than average, 

would they still be...a whole person,

without memories and imaginations?

Dancing shadows, rustling leaves

"Dancing shadows, rustling leaves,

as the wind creates a symphony,

swaying branches, falling blossoms,

under the lone streetlamp glow." 

In the darkness I walked,

underneath the lush canopies,

treading slowly, feeling the vibes,

the rushing breeze, under the moonlight. 

In these moments of stillness,

I appreciated the nature's richness,

that surrounds our ordinary dwellings,

a magical ambience, not many witnesses. 

The gentle rays of the moonshine,

filtered from the tree roof, felt divine,

but then, the path shines brightly,

as I approached, the lone streetlight. 

Standing beside a Jamun tree,

poles enveloped, by climbers & leaves, 

yet, it illuminates the green canopies,

further enhanced by the passing breeze. 

And I watched, awestruck...

The dancing shadows on the ground,

as the wind creates musical notes,

flowing through the rustling leaves.

Bali Yatra

An ocean of people, 

from various walk of life,

it's a cauldron of emotions,

that permeates in the surroundings.

Neon lights shining bright,

various rides does excite,

many hop on Ferris wheel,

to view city, from the heights. 

Keeping the thrills aside, 

major attractions were food joints,

the oily poori, and lentil bada,

gather crowds, over others.

So I watched, as I walked,

on the floors, and the sands,

where hawkers spread goods,

consumables to fancy items.

There were many choices, 

adventure play, traditional pieces,

filled with musics and dances,

enough to cater other's voices.

Bali Yatra...

A vibrant festival,

showcasing a rich heritage,

and I also had my experiences,

amidst the chaos, of the gatherings, 

exploring stalls, along the travelling, 

reminiscing older memories, 

while learning something new!

We all need motivation

We all need motivation, 

at different phases of life,

sometimes, to cheer up,

or reach the desired heights. 

Yet, it's not a one time thing,

nor a shortcut to find success, 

even a rush of its influence,

wouldn't last for a lifetime. 

Since the ancient times,

people had will and the drive,

striving daily, with a purpose,

never relying on other's incitations. 

Even now, we have the reasons,

which does become our motivation,

to follow a routine, without passion,

one might call it their disposition. 

Then again, time has changed,

we were more prone, being isolated,

severing the familial bonds of heart,

we seek the path of social validation. 

It's all glittery and shiny world,

some display grandeur, most would fail,

getting disappointed, and disillusioned, 

falling down towards negative emotions. 

And so, we need guide and mentors,

choosing our guru, personal motivators,

as an instant boost, or beacon of hope,

to receive the courage, face life's situations. 

So, we all do need the motivation, 

to be inspired, carry out the actions,

still, relying too much on incentives,

might take away it's true essence. 

Ukiyo

A term used for Edo period,

for an urban lifestyle and culture, 

signifying the pleasure-seeking nature,

appreciating the beauties, of the life. 

Ukiyo...

The floating world,

living serene, 

letting go of burdens...

And we embrace,

the beauty and the grace,

savoring these fleeting moments. 

And we find our home, 

in the cherry blossom,

bounties of spring season...

Inspiring us to embark,

explore and experience, 

the magic, a zest of living. 

Let's not dwell in the past,

or have anxieties of the future,

for, our are moment is here, now...

And it will help us escape,

harsh realities, we have faced,

in these moments of leisure. 

Ukiyo...

Regardless of its origin,

it presents a lovely perspective...

Of seeking joy and pleasure, 

by exploring the worldly treasures,

leading a vibrant and fulfilling life.

Everything has a time

Everything has a time,

we missed it, so what?

Will I be less of a person,

losing value and class... 

All the connections made,

nothing is lost, just like that...

Hard work and contributions,

would remain as our experiences. 

Life gives us opportunities, 

we didn't grab it, so what?

Will my growth be affected,

by not taking a desired path. 

There might be new adventures, 

in this quest, that we embark...

Having newer exposures, 

from different corners, of the world. 

There were dreams and aspirations,

we couldn't achieve, so what?

It's the quality of the journey,

that matters than the goal... 

We built for ourselves. 

Yes, there would be disappointments,

judgmental gaze, on things we lack...

Yet, it's only us, who could decide,

to get disheartened, lament the loss,

or live life of joy and happiness.

Stigma

"It's a shame,

that we put the blame,

on the ones suffering,

the blunt of their pain." 

Mistakes being committed, 

can be redeemed, forgiven,

if there's remorse in heart,

conscious efforts were made...

To rectify, to change. 

Then, there are some actions,

that are genuine and justifiable,

yet powerless, on the opposite spectrum,

of the communities, forming opinions. 

But the most hurtful were those,

getting punished for a cruel fate,

isolated, abused, even denounced...

For being afflicted by disease or illnesses. 

Stigma,

It's a matter of perception,

without awareness on subject,

or influenced by our emotions.

Like a herd mindset,

taking comfort in majority,

dissociating from the weak,

or punishing the offenders. 

Who will decide the price,

that one bears, from the branding,

without encouragements or supports,

bravely facing this world, all alone.

Cold shower

A cold shower,

in the early morning,

should be a preference,

for a healthy routine.

Yet, winter's a deterrence,

for exercising our choices,

seeking the higher temperature, 

we like soaking in warm water. 

But, many other communities, 

still enjoy the sensation of chill,

as they start their new day,

being refreshed from the cooling.

Even the present generation,

indulge in some adventures, 

fulfilling their bucket lists,

in ice bath, at subzero temperature. 

A cold shower...

That experts too promote,

as many evidences do support,

benefits of cryotherapy. 

Improving circulation, bolstering immunity,

reducing inflammation, increasing metabolism, 

even boost our mood, reducing anxieties,

and combat, symptoms of depression. 

And I too, am an ardent follower,

turning the tap, imbibing the sensation,

stimulating body and my mind,

in the flowing streams, of a cold shower. :)

In the shadows, we meet

In the shadows, we meet,

holding hands, making a promise,

at this special place, our rendezvous...

Placing those moments, closer to heart. 

A soft breeze brushes your cheek,

as you play with your hair strands,

smiling coyly, watching tenderly,

making me weak in my knees. 

Putting hands, gently on your shoulder, 

I looked into your eyes, pulled you closer, 

a bit nervous, pausing for your reaction,

only to be welcomed, hugging me tighter. 

Our gentle embrace, becomes my answer,

dispelling concerns, giving me courage,

a future to see, a vow to be pledged, 

not just words, but with my actions. 

For now, let's savor these moments,

not for long, this place be deserted,

diving deeper, more into each other,

caressing body, imbibing our soul. 

And these shadows, be our witness, 

as our lips connects, whispering promises,

dreaming of a life, being together... 

Our love will last forevermore.

A marathon that wasn't

A night marathon was organized  in our city. I deliberated to participate in it. As most marathons were morning events and I am not an early riser. So, I decided to take part in it, and choose 10 km distance. 

I had to purchase my jogging clothes. I had a sport shoe that I haven't used for years, so decided to not buy it. And finally the day of event came. 

I had to do registration by 5 pm, so went to register myself on 4:30 PM. The main event taking was 6:00 PM. I expected 1 hour warmup was enough, and I could explore the stadium in the meantime. So, I did online registration. They provided me my bib number. and I went to directly into the stadium..

I explored the place, and waited for race to begin. But this was my biggest misconception. As the time came near, they started a dance program. I was surprised and learned that it will start after dignitaries would come. So, the dignitaries came, each one addressing crowd. Soon it became a social event, with discussions, messages and slogans. I was getting impatient, when I met some of my college friends. So, we had our chat, explored a bit, had snacks while roaming around. As the time came near, we learned that it will start after 8 PM. Now, I was getting bored, when I found something stuck under my shoes. 

So, I raise my shoe to check, only to realize, my sole of show came out. I was shocked and pondered what can I do. After much thought, I take out sole of my other shoe. I did feel bad as it was my new jogging shoe that I purchased years back but never used. Anyway, I tried to use this soleless shoe, and participated in the race. As I lined for with my friends, the organizer volunteers asked me to join later as first 10 km runners will run. I was confused and told them that I was also in 10 km. Then they said that I don't have the RFID chip embedded bib number for timed race. When I conveyed to them that it was given by them only, then they requested me to return to the registration area and take a new one.

I contemplated and decided to go back. As I reached the registration stall, they were already closing, and said no more exchange can be done. It was disappointing but I didn't have any more interest to complain. I returned back to my house without taking part in the marathon.

So, my first marathon ended in a failure, due to a series of unfortunate issues.

Why did I giggle?

Why did I giggle?

Having quivering in my voice,

speaking hurriedly, broken words,

finding it difficult to convey...

And I noticed the changes, 

fingers getting stiff each moment,

getting chills all over my body,

I finally realized, it's getting colder. 

Sitting in my workspace,

getting involved, discussing subjects,

I never have thought to experience...

This curious condition, at that place.

With a little tweak, or by accident,

air temperature reduced by numbers,

and I shivered, getting goosebumps, 

opening my mouth...just to laugh. 

It's indeed an intriguing situation,

known too well, from my childhood,

in wintry showers, or getting drenched,

visiting mountains, or morning trails...

Like a natural response of my body,

getting triggered, making me fluttery,

I tried to gain control, of my body,

only to be overpowered, laughing hysterically. 

Those were the fun times,

but now, I have to be serious,

still, I needed some explanation, 

it does make me curious.

Not so common, varying reasons,

some identify it as shock response,

a sudden change of surrounding temperature, 

stimulates release of adrenaline in our body. 

It could also be sensory stimulation, 

creating a tickling or tingling sensation,

Or could be from endorphin release,

producing feelings, of euphoria & happiness.

Then again, it's a psychological conditioning, 

when brain finds cold as something amusing,

these explanations, only made me confused... 

Why did I giggle? I kept wondering.

Mugging before the exams

Exams looms near,

making us remember,

our forgotten books,

the missed chapters...

Desperate times demands,

taking desperate measures,

textbooks were plundered, 

for a mugging session. 

A last-minute effort,

cramming up the facts,

crushing the knowledge, 

to pour them all inside...

Be it the table,

or lying on the bed,

spreading sheets of papers,

immersing them all, for recollection. 

In the age of competition, 

surrounded by many distractions,

we got complacent, ignored consequences, 

our actions being, against the norms.

Yet, we missed the very essence,

of learning things, understanding concepts, 

the seeds of knowledge, needed to be sown,

by steadily investing time and effort. 

Last-minute mugging up...

A method used by many,

due to disinterests or compulsions,

a victim of system, lacking the passion,

where curiosity, acted as our guidance.

And we mug...

Regurgitating information, without retention, 

limited time, for thinking or reflection,

which increases stress, making mind anxious, 

losing our respect, to the importance...

Of examinations.

Amidst the group of jogger

Amidst the group of joggers,

I joined to have a quick run,

complete the targeted steps,

for growing my health quotient. 

Sun streaks through the leaves,

walking on the concrete beneath,

encountering frequent fellow walkers,

I struggled, to keep up the pace. 

And I paused, tried creating spaces,

changed directions, for better movements,

with each round, more people gather,

involving themselves, in this healthy endeavor. 

So I wondered...

How great it would be,

having a place for myself,

being away from this crowd,

having some room for privacy. 

While I tread, and sprint,

inhaling fresh air, of the morning,

basking in the golden rays of sunshine,

feeling the wet grass on my naked feet. 

For, I seek the silence,

having a complete experience, 

unburdened by surrounding distractions, 

each hike, bringing a moment of solace. 

Then again, I am not alone,

a desolate land, is a rarity,

so, with a new-found gratitude,

I accepted my blessed reality... 

And I restarted my run,

amidst the group of joggers. 

How does it works?

How does it work?

Spending life with a stranger,

a relation built on other's terms,

knowing little about each others.

I cannot fathom...

The idea of such bonding,

knowing very well its prevalence,

within our communities. 

Things were much easier,

when we lived for obligations, 

but now, tasting the freedom,

it's difficult to have appreciations...

And things changes with times, 

I am still halfway, stuck in-between, 

where hopes & expectations collides,

creating rifts, breaking down the desires. 

So I walked, with cautious steps,

thinking twice, before I could tread,

slowly times passed, missed chances,

leaving behind guilts and regrets. 

Even then, I couldn't change,

the very nature, of my essence,

trying to find a middle ground,

pleasing others, comforting myself. 

So, how does it work,

I could never tell,

broken many hearts,

with my stubborn denials...

Yet, I too am willing,

if they value the process,

it's not the perfection, I desire,

but heart prefers, an understanding. 

Then again, I would be the one...

Getting hurt, from my choices. :) 

In the tip, of the tongue

In the tip of the tongue,

words, that should be known,

yet, the memory fails to retrieve, 

letters like fog, an uneasy feeling. 

Frustration builds, as mind races,

seeking the gates, door that hidden,

all the efforts, time I have invested,

away from grasp, when it's needed. 

In the tip of the tongue,

it's an intense battleground, 

searching for the right terms,

to convey deeper emotions. 

And the meanings are lost,

led astray in an obscured path,

and so, we struggled hard,

hoping to make a connection. 

In the tip of the tongue,

remains feelings unspoken,

will it remain for long,

or just a fleeting moment? 

But be cautious, take care,

it might be something serious,

a forewarning of things to come,

likes of Dementia or Alzheimer's... 

In the tip of the tongue,

we don't have to worry much,

it's nothing but a partial recall,

most have felt, once in a while. 

And the mental haze do clears,

as if, a weight had been lifted,

when words burst, like a flash, 

and wave of blissful sensations... 

From the tip of tongue, to our heart.

Dark clouds gathers

Dark clouds gathers,

casting vast shadows,

and things get still,

awaiting the weather's shift. 

And I watched, towards the sky,

as daylight fades, welcoming twilight,

a distant rumble, low and deep,

put me in trance, like a dream. 

Entranced, imbibing the atmosphere, 

standing barefoot, on the soil,

as the wind howls, leaves rustles

and air felt heavy, laden with moisture. 

A misty surrounding, as droplets fall,

with the arrival, of passing showers,

a bit astonished, with thunders roars,

seeking a shade, to avoid getting drenched. 

Fat, bigger drops begin to fall,

the chorus overhead, as rain patters,

so, I witnessed, a magical moment, 

as petrichor, spreads its fragrance. 

So, the dark cloud gathers,

taking me back, to carefree days,

where worries were insignificant, 

in the divine presence...

Of nature's glorious display.

An airy author

Trying new thing, hope you like it. :)

An airy author,

Believed bringing butterfly, 

Channels creation. 

Determined demands,

Encouraged extreme efforts,

Fabricate fictions. 

Guilty generals,

Handling honest heritage, 

Ignore innocence. 

Jubilant journey, 

Knowingly keeping knowledge, 

Limits lush learning. 

Miracle moments, 

Notice nourishing nature,

Obtains objectives. 

Picturesque plot line,

Quiets quality questions,

Risks revised response. 

Seeking short sessions, 

Towards tomorrow's topic,

Use understanding. 

Valid victory,

Welcome whimsical writing,

Xebec Xylograph. 

Youthful yesteryear,

Zestfully Zoom Zenith, Zen...

An airy author.

Sunken cities

Sunken beneath the waves,

where sunlight dims and fades,

lies a lost city, over the seabed,

waiting to be discovered... 

Described in the songs,

memories of an ancient land,

once prosperous, a majestic place,

now in ruins, being forgotten. 

Corals adorn, once golden gates,

fishes swim over the courtyards, 

even the grand house and palaces,

just silent stones, in watery arcades. 

Millennia passed, it remained flooded,

grand dwellings, obscured and damaged,

yet, here lies many precious artifacts, 

telling stories of our mysterious past. 

And within those broken parts,

lies missing pieces of the puzzle,

being put together, by able hands,

to answer the questions, we all had. 

Let us wait or take part,

in this grand quest of experts,

as they unravel, with newer techs,

exploring mythologies, with hard facts... 

Even if it means, rediscovering lost worlds.

An ideal world

An ideal world... 

Would not have the strife,

people not being hostile,

spewing poisons that divide,

or shout out loud enough,

to silence hearts, that cries. 

Where connection were sought, 

out of their genuine curiosities,

not having conditions attached,

to any words or meetings,

for making relations work. 

There's no blame game,

for following one's desires,

forcing guilt or having regrets,

of any thoughts and actions,

making us wary, of even trying. 

And our personality blooms,

with each healthy interactions, 

without the fear of treachery,

being used as a mean,

to advance self interests. 

For, an ideal world,

is full of benevolence, 

having something for all,

living becomes an experience, 

to be looked forward to...

Every single day.

But then, it's now a fairy-tale!

Old songs

Sitting on the porch,

resting on my chair,

listening to some songs,

playing in the radio.

And it comes,

like a pleasant surprise,

bringing waves of nostalgia, 

from my forgotten past. 

That melody, a revisit to my past,

reignite the feelings long-lost,

from childhood admiration, 

to teenage crushes I had.

Each note, like golden moments,

a snapshot of life, stories untold,

coming alive, with bittersweet flavors,

that enriched my beautiful history. 

Those were the days,

from cassettes, to CD players

music videos, to some movies,

felt exciting, like a dream world.

The music were not refined,

yet, voices had the honesty,

that touched the very soul,

of the listeners, young or old. 

And I couldn't help but smile,

as I reminisce, closing my eyes,

drifting slowly to youthful times,

everything was a new experience.

Old songs, they opened the door,

diving deeper into memory's hold, 

stirring emotions, that's long abandoned, 

enveloping me, in a gentle embrace... 

Immersed in the music of nostalgia. 

Abditory

Away from the prying eyes,

I seek refuge in my abditory,

a safe haven, for my worries,

from the influences of the life. 

Here lies my treasured memories, 

concealed from worldly interference,

within the four walls, where I hide,

the hopes and dreams, I aspire. 

And I made my emotions bare,

all the feelings I once harbored, 

letting out in the dim lights,

in the whispers of my voice. 

Abditory...

My desire from privacy,

from the chaotic outside,

in the hush, a quietude, 

to contemplate, in silence. 

Without judgmental gaze,

or having any expectations, 

it's a retreat, to avoid concerns,

letting them go, lightens burden. 

So let me remain in this space,

till I recover, from calming embrace,

resting my weary soul, from all fights,

building strength, to face once more... 

Things outside my abditory. 

A lone tree

In the barren land, 

there lies a lone tree,

left behind by its brethren,

in the passage of time. 

Once abundant, losing its sheen,

dagger of progress, making the kill,

an oasis of the nature's blessing,

paved the way, for road widening. 

First they arrived, on the foot, 

cut his friends, cleared the bush,

then came the drill and excavator,

breaking stones, digging the ground. 

The songbirds stopped singing, 

the flighty critters ran for covers,

as the bees and insects fall back,

even the flowers lost their fragrance. 

The leaves burn, in solar heat,

rain water convert to steam,

forces of gale, putting pressure,

many fell victim to erratic weather. 

Yet, it stood strong, on the sides,

been supported by kind people,

shielded by makeshift barricade,

protecting it from outside interferences. 

And so, it flourished, all alone,

keeping memories of the friends,

life comes alive, under its shade,

smaller scrubs, to bigger vegetation. 

Even now, when the tired men,

seek a refuge, from heat or rain,

its shade provides, welcoming respite,

an oasis indeed, in deserted land.

Decisions we regret

Some decisions we regret,

for, we have seen the end,

as it might have led to success, 

reaching the goals, at the earliest. 

But we made our choices,

out of reasons or some impulses,

and we wished, to make a difference,

showing the world, what we gained. 

Yet, life had some other plans,

so we faced many setbacks,

regretting those missed chances, 

that might have saved our tracks. 

And slowly, we lose confidence, 

questioning those past decisions,

wishing ways to turn back our time,

to prevent mistakes from happening. 

So I wondered, in those days,

feeling down and heartbroken, 

would I have chosen that same path,

given the opportunities for redemption? 

As I contemplated, I found answers, 

timelines doesn't provide many options,

if we aren't willing, to change perspectives,

transforming ourselves into another being. 

It's no use, crying over spilled milk,

don't lament, be envious, if they succeed, 

walking at our pace, facing trials if needed,

and remain true to our inner voice.

Uncanny valley

There are things,

that make us uncomfortable, 

a feeling of 'something not right',

arising from harmless imitations. 

Be it in animated movies,

or characters from games,

a mannequin at the store,

or a doll present in our home. 

Bukimi No Tani...

A theory named,

displayed in x and y axis,

human appearance vs creepiness. 

We love things that look like us,

making them more relatable,

but then it comes, uncanny valley,

when it gets strange and off-putting. 

For, it looks almost human,

yet, it seems more insincere, 

and we notice the subtle flaws,

through receptors for detecting dangers. 

It's something encoded deep within,

developed through the process of evolution,

perceiving threats, feigned emotions,

activating mechanisms of self-preservation. 

And it becomes significant, 

since it's not limited to art forms,

development of artificial intelligence, 

had brought us to a new stage. 

Would we find it comfortable, 

by overcoming feeling of eeriness,

or face distress, unlocking primal fears,

if these advancements lead us to...

Uncanny valley?

Making some wishes

There are times, I make wishes,

reciting within, the desired contents,

yet, getting distracted to mental noises,

of varied thoughts, jumping together. 

It's chaos, breaking the flow,

even sprouting unwanted ideas,

that goes against the nature,

of the wishes, that I invoked. 

So I paused, took some moment, 

To collect self, before starting again,

being focused to the very essence,

of the reasons involved, in my requests. 

Our mind, is a mysterious space,

bringing with it, a capricious climate,

it's difficult to rein, by naive hearts,

yet, can be learned with discipline. 

Thus, I pondered the significance, 

our word plays, in daily dealings, 

showing a clear path to follow,

converging ideas, into meanings. 

For, knowledge is indeed omnipresent, 

like energy, can't be created or destroyed, 

still, it requires a proper channel,

to manifest its true function. 

And the ancient sages knew,

creating verses, to be chanted,

controlling our impulsive mind,

giving it, the right direction. 

Then again, 

it might also be...

That I have fallen victim,

and given a free access,

to my inquisitive brain... 

For making some random wish !

Persistence of memories: melting time

The world is that stage,

where an ever-changing time lays,

flowing from the past, to the present,

going beyond into the future.

Still, there are some places,

perpetual, remaining the same,

be it the sky, cliffs and vast ocean,

memories of picturesque landscape, 

The first impression, that I felt,

browsing Salvador Dali painting, 

were the presence of barren field,

with different natural elements.

A shadow looms, over the foreground, 

as if from an unseen mountain,

depicting the transition of the time,

from daylight to the evening. 

Time, being the main theme,

yet, the clocks were melting,

each having a different meaning,

for us to understand, make theories.

Hanging by the broken branch,

melting clock, might signify lost past,

only coming as broken pieces,

never to be regained back. 

The clock over the table, is our present,

lies neglected, falling downwards,

accompanied by a pocket watch,

slowly devoured, by the ants.

And we, fading figure on the ground,

with closed eyes, in dreamy state,

being oblivious of the surroundings, 

letting the moments slip away...

As the clock melts. 

Still, I do wonder...

As an amateur viewer,

if moments are changing,

the clocks, keeps on melting,

should we keep holding memories?

Hoping for it to persist, even without us.

Power attracts, altruism sustains

Power attracts, desired by many,

a strong hand, that holds the reins,

letting us free, of our worries,

make decisions, or fear uncertainties. 

And the one who wins the trade,

in that world of survival games,

would be crowned by the masses, 

to run the place, with iron fist. 

It could be anything,

from groups to communities, 

where the might is praised,

while softness, considered weakness. 

But it needs constant reminder,

not letting the strength falter,

using obedience, as preferred way,

to avoid free will or any rebellions. 

Yet, it's a brittle cage,

not prepared for longer stage,

breaking apart, like a pack of cards,

with a new flow, wind of change. 

It's been shown in studies,

societies that have stability, 

are built by deepening bonds,

listening ears, helping hands. 

It's an art of reciprocation, 

the ones with altruistic heart,

share the burden, raise the trust,

like a large tree, with sturdy roots. 

So, let's value these gentle qualities,

cherishing compassion and empathy,

for, we do get swayed, by displays of valor,

but a stable society needs more kindness.

Subh Deepavali

 In the auspiciousness, of the night,

families gather, with joy & delight,

placing diyas, as their offerings,

with prayers, for the prosperity,

Of loved ones.

Deepa-Awali...

These rows of lights,

decorated in our homes,

dispel negativity, in our life,

when our hearts unite.

And we join, to celebrate, 

triumph of good over evil forces,

we sing, dance, worship & play,

honoring traditions, in our way.

So we celebrate with fervor,

be it child, adult or elders,

making rangoli, hanging LEDs,

or play sparkles or fountains.

And we share, sweets & delicacy, 

a time together, strengthens bonding, 

with friends, relatives and community,

in these moments, of our gatherings.

May this auspicious day,

brings blessings, into our lives,

when we meet, share greetings,

while connecting, with the divinity...

That permeates, in our surroundings!

Subh Deepavali 🙏 🕉 

Firecrackers

 From sparkles to crackles,

heart breaks the shackles, 

holding to these pyrotechnics...

Lighting up the fuse, 

watching spark, as it goes,

reaching the shells, to blew...

Creating colorful displays!

From childhood, I waited,

to get hold, of newer bombs,

pencil, potato, Bijili & bullet,

rockets, spinners & fountains.

It started with cracker guns,

with loud noise, puff of smoke,

we chase each other pretending, 

finally reach home, for rest.

But, we were naive, unaware,

the scale of damage it brought,

spending joyous moments, 

playing with dangers of fireworks.

For, incidence did happen, 

damaging houses and living,

sometimes as unfortunate accidents,

otherwise intentional offenses. 

Firecrackers...

They were an integral part, 

bring joy, into youthful hearts,

yet, I learned as I matured,

risks it carries, for the world.

So, I limited, bursting crackers,

in many festivities & celebrations,

only few sparkles, held in hand,

giving options of easy disposal.

And my home illuminates...

With candles and earthen diya.

My introduction to Anime

I have always loved reading stories. In childhood, spending hours in library. Every genre appealed to my novice heart, be it fairy tales, Sci-fi, adventures, to detective tales. So, I already had the predisposition, to fall for Anime as a medium of entertainment. I mostly consider them as cartoons, just like mowgli, Scooby-Doo, and Tom & Jerry. Thinking back, my first Anime was Heidi. It really grabbed my attention, showing a life, in Swiss alps. Earlier, most of my exposure to European countryside lifestyle charm came from Enid Blyton stories. So, it was one of story based cartoon that I adored. 

I was again exposed to Anime as Pokémon and DragonBall, which I loved very much. Having Pokémon cards and sticker, my school days were fun. But till then, I considered them only cartoons. Yet, I had to reluctantly stopped watching it for my board exams. I lost touch of these ' cartoons' till my life settled as MBBS student. In 3rd year, I explored various Novels and TV series. There, I encountered the series Death Note. It impressed me a lot, but soon I was invested in my studies. 

After I completed my MBBS course, and preparing for PG entrance exams, I needed something to watch, and recover from mental fatigue for monotonous routines. It was then, my sister introduced me into the world of Anime. (Or reintroduce, if we consider my previous history). The first Shonen Anime Bleach, that I watched during my spare time, blew me away. The actions, music and storytelling was all so different. I started it as English dub, but later shifted to English sub. At first, it was difficult to understand, but the feelings seems sincere. And I was hooked up to that subbed mode forever. As the series finished, I felt an emptiness, that I felt when I completed a great novel. I needed new series to watch and started online streaming Naruto. It was another gem, widening my worldview, where each character, had full of emotions, with deeper messages. It impacted me a lot, about how I perceive things. Again, my hunger grew and I completed most Shonen action and adventure stories. As I wanted some variety, I took recommendation from my sister's friends. And I found a complete different genre, slice of life,  that have become my favourite overall now. The first one was Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, and the second one was Clannad. Both were masterpiece, from my perspective.  For, one brought me joy, even in my boring routine lifestyle. While other totally shook me, bringing emotions and tears that I never thought I had. There are many more Comfy stories, or Iyashikei ones like Aria, Natsume Yuujinchou, that relaxed and brought peace to my heart. I have watched hundreds of such beautiful shows, even now keep a hour, to watch a few. Still, I don't exprience that magical feeling I had, when I first encountered these shows. 

Yet, I could say, it was one of the best thing happened in my life. 

Our days become special

Our days become special, 

when we are among loved ones,

to celebrate certain occasions, 

sharing our joy and pleasures. 

We have to give importance, 

sparing moments from schedules,

having genuine feelings for the events,

being present in heart and soul. 

Yet, life have its situations,

affecting moods and emotions,

being hurt, we maintain distance,

from other's goodwill and devotions. 

Time...it's the most precious entity,

in our turmoil, we may lose it,

regretting later, of our actions,

hoping to redo, missed opportunities. 

Not all have the required patience,

listening to our whims and fancies,

appreciating gestures, nurturing gratitude,

would only help us in return...

Keeping these bonds alive. 

So remember, our days become special,

as we put effort, in desired direction,

celebrating it together, sharing moments,

only to look back, after years have passed...

Nostalgic memories !

Personality development skills

Today's world has competitions, 

we need skills and validations,

that would give good impressions,

helping in growth and career advancements. 

One might be friendly and outgoing,

but there's things more valued in meetings,

the one, oozing in power and confidence, 

an expertise in the field, our proficiency. 

So, we need to strive for better,

and unlock our true potential,

but the process of self-development, 

involves learning and skill building.

It's a lifelong journey,

going through Maslow's hierarchy, 

from physiological needs, to raised self-esteem,

finally reaching the zenith, with self actualization. 

Let's start with growth mindset,

doing hard work, and facing challenges, 

as we face difficulties, accept mistakes,

a love for learning, promotes resilience. 

We should think like an entrepreneur,

adopting proactive & resourceful approach, 

cultivating creativity, with innovative ideas,

being adaptable to ever changing world. 

By setting higher goals, taking calculated risks,

identifying our strength and the weaknesses, 

striving through discipline & self-motivation, 

we build networks of supportive relationships.

But, we shouldn't neglect our health,

and practice calmness, to avoid stress,

segregating tasks, with time management, 

creating healthy boundaries, for self-care. 

Let's cultivate a positive mindset,

through optimism & practicing gratitude, 

surrounding ourselves with constructive environment, 

engaging in activities, celebrating success. 

Maintaining a healthy lifestyle is essential, 

a digital detox, sparing time for disconnection,

by meditating, or spending moments with families,

personal interactions encourages our emotional well-being. 

So, let's keep walking on this path,

a journey of our personal development, 

by prioritizing health and our well-being, 

through sleep, nutrition, and exercise.

Seeking knowledge through curiosity, 

welcoming challenges with optimism,

expanding mental horizon with experiences, 

and widening perspectives, in this quest...

Of lifelong learning.

** The content was inspired from "personal branding blog".

And they walked...

In the hot craggy path,

I watched them walk,

barefoot, with cracked soles,

towards their revered sanctum. 

Faith, can move a mountain,

they were mere mortals, a human,

some were young, brought by parents,

others too old, alone or with children. 

It was chaotic, an ocean of people,

pulling, pushing, moving in a flow,

too cramped, smelly, with sweats,

even the heat, making them dehydrate. 

Yet, they kept on walking, 

that distance, is not hurting,

dampening spirit, for them to fall back,

demanding some rest, before proceeding. 

Just a glimpse, of the sacred grounds,

infuses energy, for them to give a shout,

raising both hands in their veneration, 

praising their lord, of the universe. 

And finally they reach the chambers,

some bow, meditate, or chant prayers,

leaving the place, for another batch,

hours of journey, ends in few minutes. 

A sense of blissful pleasure,

appears in their facial expressions,

having an audience, with their deity,

fills their heart with contentment. 

And I marvel their inner strength,

for, many were weak, old, debilitated, 

even social status were irrelevant, 

within the crowd of religious devotees. 

And they walked,

in their desired path,

to fulfill the spiritual journey,

by keep moving...for pilgrimage.

Let's bring colors

"Let's bring colors into our home,

nothing great about a world in monochrome, 

without them, life is dull and boring,

imbibing them, creates a vibrant reality." 

From the very first sunrise,

morning rays blessing our eye,

with Reds and Oranges, fiery hues,

chasing away, any ongoing blues. 

And we embark, for a morning stroll,

Green whispers, through forest's soul,

nature's promise, a world to explore,

life takes root, beauties that we adore. 

Looking up, at the vast sky,

calm Blue descends, a gentle sigh,

the serene reflection, a tranquil embrace, 

cooling our heart, providing solace. 

Witnessing wonders, as they unfold,

stimulating our brain, inspiring thoughts,

creativity sparks, imagination take flight,

imbibing them all, influencing our mind. 

So, let's bring colors, into our home,

stimulating senses, feelings & moods,

painting this world, with vibrant hues,

enriching our soul, being our muse.

Cyclones

Low pressures, at its inception,

when air rises, over warm oceans,

creating void, sucking up surrounding,

getting intense, under earth's rotation.

Cyclones...

They are incoming dangers,

bringing despair, from the destruction,

of life and livelihoods, on its path,

as it proceeds, make the landfall.

Strong winds assail the infrastructures, 

uprooting trees and power lines,

while heavy rainfall cause flooding,

displacing people, from their homes.

Storm surges, rising sea level,

drowning fishermen & sailors,

bringing distress to the traveler,

adversely impacting, our transportation.

So, warnings issued, by administration, 

with reviews, of disaster preparedness, 

planning ways, to mitigate its effect,

into the lives, of local populations.

#CycloneDana

A bit drowsy

A bit drowsy, I feel,

seeking rest, so I steal,

momentary glances, to have chance,

letting a yawn, or sneaking a nap. 

Eyelids heavy, ready to shut,

doesn't listen to orders or reasons,

like a gentle tug, that's pulling me,

into the world of sweet dreams. 

As my thoughts slows down,

senses become dull to the surroundings, 

so I slowly keep drifting away,

unable to maintain my composure. 

And I wish, to have an escape,

let sleep descend, like a soft embrace,

for, in slumber's lap, worries will cease, 

these weary eyes, find its release. 

Just a few moments more,

my work time will be over, 

and finally, I would be at home,

falling down, into my soft bed. 

Till then, let me try,

keeping open, my tired eyes,

let no lullaby or white noise,

act as a spoilsport...

And I will claim my rest,

surrendering body, to my bed. 

Meraki

Have we ever invested,

enough of our time,

that we leave behind,

a part of the soul inside...

The product of our labor. 

Meraki...

An ancient way,

of putting something of ourselves, 

be it the mind, creativity or passion,

as if our essence, is in the work. 

Started amongst the craftsmen,

an artist's dedication to the art,

final products being celebrated,

as the very extension, of their soul. 

So, let us learn this wisdom,

going beyond, doing given tasks,

by infusing our whole being,

in professional or personal sphere. 

We should practice mindfulness,

being fully present, at that moment,

infusing passion in our actions,

through our spirit and devotion. 

By taking pride in our skills,

doing it to the best of our ability,

and bringing a unique touch,

with purpose, in good intentions. 

Meraki...

It's not about attaining perfection,

but putting the best of our efforts,

as we enjoy the very process,

giving us satisfaction and fulfillment. 

Do animals cry

Tears...

Saline solution of eye,

a thousand meanings,

conveyed with the flow.

From childhood to adults,

the voice of caring human heart,

speaks volumes in each drop. 

Yet, I wonder,

when I see misty eyed,

animals on the streets.

Do they have feelings?

Coming out sometimes,

showing us inner emotions. 

For, they don't cry,

don't even show the sign,

of emotional intelligence.

In a survival of the fittest world,

it just wouldn't benefit,

broadcasting their weaknesses. 

Even in human, it varies

'Basal tears', for lubrication and cleaning.

Coming from accessory lacrimal glands.

Then there's 'Reflex tears'

responding to irritations and injuries,

functioning of primary lacrimal glands. 

Yet, it's the emotional tears,

that depend on mental state,

coming from lacrimal glands.

It's what make us special,

sobs of sadness, unique to man,

signalling stress and vulnerabilities. 

Tears...

It strengthens our social relationships, 

inhibit aggressions, promote empathy,

in our time of sadness or happiness. 

Still, I do want to believe, 

even if the researches say otherwise,

that animals too cry... 

In their moments of sharing.

What man has made of man

"If this belief from heaven be sent,

If such be Nature's holy plan,

Have I not reason to lament,

What man has made of man?" 

                              ---  William Wordsworth

From rivers to the oceans,

Vast grasslands to huge mountains,

Nothing remained untouched by the poisons,

Leaving behind their ugly stains. 

How much I adore the flower,

Wild berries that adorn the hedges,

I still meekly watch as they devour,

With the power they possess. 

The tall trees were cut down,

And they keep digging the ground,

Once a sanctuary, holding a golden crown,

An empty shell, where nothing is found. 

Let the sun be our witness,

As they carry out their plan,

And I would lament, asking for forgiveness, 

What man has made of man !

Katti Batti

Running in the fields,

showing their bright smile,

with echoes of laughter,

permeates in the surroundings. 

Childhood friendships,

days of being carefree,

more open to express emotions,

without the fear of consequences. 

For, they were still innocent,

unaware of the hidden motives,

where words were being trusted,

and promises, followed through. 

The biggest scare to their mind,

were the ultimatum by fellow kid,

"Katti" that breaks the bonding,

while " Batti" mend them easily. 

In these magical words,

lies the invisible threads,

simple enough to tie together,

loving hearts of gentle souls. 

And we lose, over the time,

pushing it down, in social hierarchy, 

as our priorities take center stage, 

be it work, family or relationships. 

And we make calculated moves,

keep acquaintances over friendships, 

it's scary to show vulnerabilities, 

hurting self from rejections or betrayals. 

There's no more Katti,

that stops cunning schemes,

or the magic of Batti,

helping us regain lost connections. 

So, let us rediscover, the inner child,

wishing to create, a genuine relation,

accepting others, for what they are,

while welcoming them, to our folds....

And spend time together. :)

Let me be complete

Let me be complete,

in my ways of living,

while seeking something more,

a form of enhancement of soul. 

I don't need much,

for a life of fulfillment, 

being content, within my space,

while marvelling the world's grace.

Of the knowledge, that I can learn,

of the things, keeping me entertained,

the ambitions and my aspirations,

beliefs forming the very foundation. 

Yet, I am being acutely aware,

there are many things beyond,

I can only able to understand,

while connecting deeply with someone.

There might be setbacks and failures, 

and some prefers their solitude, 

still, no one denies genuine intentions, 

the tenderness of a loving heart. 

Societies have changed, 

risen above necessities,

and priorities have shifted,

to diverse stimulants and activities. 

Having abilities to acquire much,

no requisite for a support system,

gaining the privilege to choose,

blaming others, for not being enough. 

Many rued, and a lot more welcomed,

being witness the generation of freedom,

as we gather, through our exposures, 

the meaning of our existence.

And I stand, on either sides,

finding balance in a swaying bridge,

being complete in my needs,

waiting to be evolved, to a higher being... 

For, it's the path, still eludes me.

Lagoa verde

"It's a wonderful place,

like a heaven, on the earth,

the sky would be too close,

the whole beach is our own..."

She passionately spoke.

"It's too dull and boring here,

let's build a new home,

the whole island is for our taking,

we might even have lagoons." 

And I listened, to her tales,

motivated by her sweet words,

took the journey of a lifetime, 

leaving all of my belongings.

"Destination Lagoa Verde."

Ten days and ten nights,

hiding from hot sun rays,

basking in warm moonlight,

to the deserted islets. 

Away from the mainland,

where nature is abundant,

beautiful place only for us,

for building a lover's nest.

And it felt exhilarating,

the first few days of living,

even the hard work done,

were like, our future's investment. 

But soon we realized,

it's not all fun and games,

there's no help in sight,

when hurt, or paucity strikes.

There were some disappointments,

leading us to fights and quarrels,

with no outlet or ears to share,

cracks developing in relationships. 

So, we chose to return,

for, normality is indeed hard-earned,

in the quest for things different, 

we might lose, something precious.

Beware of the extremes

"This world is our platform,

where we let opinions play...

Beware of the extremes,

nurture doubts, don't fall for narratives." 

We get easily influenced,

when we try to project ourselves, 

to take sides, support the cause,

perceived injustice or potential interests. 

It might start as casual inclinations, 

from childhood or social exposures,

filling our mind with certain beliefs,

establishing it into stronger convictions. 

And we ignore our life's reality,

facts were trampled, like fallen leaves,

falling victim to a dangerous game,

of those pitting, "us" verses "them". 

Lost in the storms of our emotions,

we make decisions, without reflection,

our thoughts were rigid, and not flexible,

for us to empathize, have compassion. 

We as human, are weak at heart,

it takes courage to realize, introspect, 

a little spice of healthy skepticism,

being sprinkled upon preformed notions. 

Yes, we do have grievances, 

or have personal preferences, 

we rather make the choices,

without being judged or questioned. 

Still, we have to see the larger picture,

being aware of words being spoken,

emphasizing reasons, open to discussions,

not narrowing it down to mere assumptions. 

Empathy is contagious

Don't be shy of spreading kindness, 

our conscious acts will bring the brightness, 

to the ever-increasing crowd of minds,

that are too indifferent to the surroundings. 

For, it's in our very nature,

shown through much research,

if taken appropriate measures,

we can shape empathy in humans. 

To understand the perspectives, 

feel other's pain and struggles,

being accommodating of concerns,

is responsible for the foundation...of civilization. 

Empathy is pretty fluid,

can be taught or learned,

if provided with adequate support,

and influenced through our peers. 

Even in adults, it's contagious, 

as we see other's reactions, 

that helps in formulating our own,

from being apathetic, to be involved. 

Yet, we need to fulfill conditions, 

an atmosphere of mutual respect,

is essential, for empathy to thrive,

nothing begins with negative thoughts. 

So, don't be shy of spreading kindness,

become the light, in the prevailing darkness,

let us be aware, empathy is contagious,

if nurtured under favorable environment.

A visit to the city

Skyscrapers...

Piercing the clouds,

like my aspirations, 

seeking the heights.

And I run amok...

With open arms,

on cobbled streets,

through narrow alleys. 

This was my dream,

that I wanted to live,

splashing vibrant colors,

to my dull life !

Do they hear my laugh,

do they see me cry,

these tears of happiness,

excitement, that I can't contain? 

Anyone, someone....listen,

why are your eyes so cold,

apathetic to things around you,

being glued to your screens.

Everyone is on a rush,

ignoring my very existence,

and I don't even know...

Which way I should go. 

Standing at the crossroad,

watching the unfolding chaos, 

with waves of people falling,

into an unending ocean.

I too, a grain of sand,

trying to assimilate inside,

to attain my inner desires....

Then why, I am not smiling? 

Idle snacking

Lying on our bed, or sitting on a sofa,

watching shows, browsing through pages,

a sudden urge, some sweet temptations, 

or just a lonely mouth, craving a snack. 

From afternoon yawns, to evening runs,

eyes looking, at cupboards in kitchen,

opening doors of fridge to forage,

a chips, a cookie, or some chocolates. 

Our body warns, it's not the time,

but the heart whispers, just one bite,

to accompany, providing encouragement, 

in our moments of laziness and comfort. 

Yet, we are unaware, of hidden costs,

climbing calories, in fleeting pleasures,

any professional, would give us advice,

it's a ticket to having wider waistline. 

How do we break free, from harmful trance?

When mind equates food, with our environment, 

should we be mindful, plan activities,

keep healthy goodies, for some nibbling. 

For, in boredom, and empty heart,

we seek quick fixes for dopamine,

rewarding self, without putting work,

stretching our hand, for good stuffs. 

So, let's make it hard for ourselves,

not leave snacks, at arm's length,

either make us healthy serving,

or walk to store, for our cravings. 

By doing a thing, that keeps us occupied, 

hydrating ourselves, and following routine,

we might be able to win over these cravings,

and replace idle snacking, for our wellbeing. 

The festive foe

In joyous occasions, the city gleams,

visitor throngs, creating chaotic scenes,

yet, lurking in shadows, danger awaits,

putting dampers, on their festive spirits...

Naive hearts, getting easily swayed,

distractions worked, in negligence, 

with cunning hands, & sly intentions,

snatch funds, from their wallets.

It takes moments, them to realize,

with an unease, keeps them occupied,

checking for cash, finding it empty,

worries & distress, affect their minds.

For many others, it's a time of despair,

IDs & documents, has to be shared,

ATM withdrawal, enhancing their scare,

depriving them, of much-needed cheers.

Thieves & pickpockets...

They are the festive foes,

creating victim, out of many,

seeking joy, from other's misfortunes, 

they are the evils, that needs cautions...

When we tread, in crowded places!!