The dawn of the parlance

"A summer afternoon, walking down the lane, i blindly fell into a pit to the right of the lane which somehow i didn't notice. The very second day, I was again walking on the same lane, this time i knew there is a pit to my right but i choose to ignore and fell into it again. Third day, on the same lane, pit to my right, saw it,and willingly jumped into it. Fourth day, the very same lane, the very same pit, the very same me, i saw it, i walked around it and jumped into it. Fifth day, I WALKED THROUGH A DIFFERENT LANE!!!" And all these four former lanes have proved to be my ERRONEOUS ZONE,,, still trying to walk a NEW STREET! The above situation may feel like nonsense but once you look at it right, it will make sense. The people who are close to us, like a rushing wind, they breathe within us.And in no time they become so important that we instead of connecting to them land up being attached. Being attached and being connected are two different things. The idea behind ev

"Life is perfect. Everything around is so magical. Dreams are easy to achieve and relationships are easy to handle." OK OK... No more lies. But just imagine how easy life would be if we start 'believing' in what we actually manifest in our lives. (How contradictory is the fact that the word 'beLIEving' itself has a 'LIE' in it.) How wonderful it would be to start living a dream or a wish which is not yet a reality. Hmmmm... sounds interesting. For instance, it was just today that i so badly wanted to eat a dark chocolate.. yum-mm... i know but i didn't feel like going out in the blazing heat and buy one. I sat on my bed imagining myself eating a dark chocolate and with the watery mouth i got busy with the daily mundane work and somehow forgot. Not more than an hour, there was a knock at the door and it was my roomie, who was back from her weekend trip to some island. The story doesn't end in here, she handed me dark chocolate stating, i asked

                                               It was just another day, I was on my own I got a call which was unknown The voice on the other end It’s familiar yet I am not sure It was my guide He said… Your creator is gone She is on her death bed And you need to be strong Yes, you need to be strong I was numb I was shocked Wondering what went wrong I was hollering I was scared This time not of the dark But of the darkness Which like a lark? Come, with her departure Who’s she? Who’s the “her” I am referring to? She is my origin She is my strength She is my caretaker My very essence. I was so unsure I felt so unsafe With thousands around There was only loneliness To which I was bound I like an orphan Staring at an distant tree With burden in my eyes Wishing… When would I be set free? I was not in spirit I was not my real self It was my test… A blessing in disguise Which I chose to ignore Thinking I a

When i feel like escaping i write. When i am not in spirit i write more. When i need a company, i write and write and write... until there is a knock at my door with a call out..." are you alive...???" and there is me pondering " am I ? oh yes I am... yes indeed, just too engrossed in myself."