2 feet tall and every moment I was
Watched lovingly and carefully like a hawk
3 feet tall and the world was
A mystical place through the lens of innocence
4 feet tall and I was carefree
Life revolved around work and play
5 feet tall and I had many questions
Because things no longer seemed
Like they were within my reach
I was no longer invincible
I was perplexed and overwhelmed
5 feet tall and 4 inches
I still discover life’s new facets everyday
Some of them I approve of
Some of them I detest
Some of them I find intriguing
Some of them I don’t understand
But I am still learning to live with it,
Taking it all in, one day at a time.
Is truth an illusion of reality that we have created?
Is truth lost in translation?
Misinterpretations and ambiguity;
A magician’s trick designed for deception.
Independent perception or fabrication to woo the masses;
Hidden amidst a maze of lies
Some find it the right way, the others choose left
Some stand on grounds of neutrality
But truth is a mystery in itself.
Each side believes they take the moral high ground, each oblivious of the rest
Is truth staring us in the face and we refuse to acknowledge it?
Is it multifaceted with some of its faces not yet revealed ?
One sure way to find out,
Grab a shovel and start digging truth’s grave!
Stars aligned perfectly in unison
Embroidering the dark blanket
The sun goes down, so does the disappearing crimson
The world breathes quietly free from the racket
Of birds or the cacophony of my thoughts.
I am a creature of the dark
I see beauty where everyone else fails to
For there can be no light without the dark
Lying in wait of the awakening of a chaotic world.
There are things which are beyond our control. When life puts you to the test, and you have to face circumstances that you are not prepared for, that is when you discover how strong you truly are. You know one thing for sure and that is never to give up because giving up isn’t an option. At such trying times fate puts us through, you need to be your own superhero.
When you know your life is going to change
That it’s never going to be the same
And there is nothing you can do about it
Just stand helplessly and watch it transit.
When the storm tries to uproot your existence
A warrior is born amidst the turbulence
Only the strong and sturdy rise
Conquering darkness like the blazing sunrise
They make their own wings;
Stone-cold and immune to the uncertainty and swings
They stand tall and face with courage
Prepared for the worst, lest fate ever try to discourage.
Each one of us has our own interpretation of love. The more I try to understand its nature, the more bewildered I am. Its seems like an endless journey, this quest to find the true meaning of love. The more you explore, the more entwined its essence gets.
If love sets hearts on fire, doesn’t it extinguish over a span of time?
If love is forever, does it encompass the mortality of the soul?
If love is unconditional, why does it hurt when it is not reciprocated?
If love is fulfilling, what if the emptiness tries to creep in?
If love is perfectly imperfect, why do the imperfections threaten to shake the very fabric on which it was built?
If love is bliss,why at times does it seem blissful ignorance?
If love is forgiveness, don’t some mistakes make the heart go through a great ordeal?
All I am left with is the timeless question, “What is love?”
For times when reality gets overbearing, music is my safe haven. To me music is like a story, where, as the tale unfolds you become one with the character, you experience their joys, dreams, fears and hopes. And when the story ends you reluctantly snap back to reality and the spell is broken. Lately, I’ve been drawn towards classical music concerts and here’s an ode to the way music inspires me.
Enamored by the whimsical sound of strings
Strung with emotions flowing like the fall of spring
Vibrating in accord with the cautiously beating heart
Burning like an inextinguishable fire lighting the dark
His fingers struck them with a delicate ease
The absence of lyrics nonetheless felt;
Every note filled our hollow souls with a temporary bliss
A treacherous escape bound to fail
Because it all ends when the music stops.
-This short poem is an insight in the mind of a victim of bullying. All of us, at some point of time have been a bully ourselves by not taking a stand against those who bully others and silently watching it from the sidelines. It is time to make a change and join forces in this fight against such torment.
I am fire, I am ice
In a world filled with hatred and malice
I am hurt, I am insecure
I barely recognize myself in the mirror anymore.
Once upon a time I was destroyed
Now I destroy everything in my path
The carefree life that I once enjoyed
Is haunted now, by invisible judging eyes and misdirected wrath.
Everyday is a plight, every step is a fight
Nothing I do ever seems right.
Even my smile feels contrived.
Despite everything, I survived.