The Quiet Choice

I walk the halls, a place of learning, they say,But shadows lurk, and whispers echo, a different tale each day.I am just a kid, with dreams and hopes, like any other.Yet today, I find myself a target, a pawn. I remember the first time I saw him,that kid with fists like iron, words like glass—both…

Fear

When doubt castsa shadow in the mind,and anxiety stiffensits grip on instincts,our emotion manifestsinto one of fear. When we are not at easewith a certain known risk,we pave way for fearto engulf and mould us.Ideally, we want tomanage our innatesand eliminate the learneds. There’s a bias to fearthat comes with demographics.While the child and the…

Writer’s Block

A bottomless down,to a prior sky-high up…A tide that soared,quietly crashed into shore…Like the orange and purple horizon,gobbling up the sun,hour by hour,just to devour… Paper would stare,pen wouldn’t dare,Minutes would tick,cursor would just blink;There’s a moat betweenthem and you! May you dare to jump,might you build a bridge;You can’t fail to hear,their one anthem… …

Home

To the waves it is the shore, To a toddler it’s the toy store… To a baby, it’s mother’s cradling hands, To a bird, perched on a tree is her nest… Sun rises and journeys tracing an arc, when sky turns orange, it goes back, for the Moon to leaves its own abode, and go…

Silence

It isn’t void, it’s full of answers… It is the slumber, that nourishes wisdom… It is a moat, yet it connects souls… It might seem vacuum, yet is a great source of strength… It can express pain, it can offer ignorance… It can be mistook, but can never be misquoted… It can be the amplifier,…

Line, wave, and axis

You’re a surfer, riding waves day and night… Some towering, some calming Some gentle, some brutal… You ride with pride You’re a zestful surfer… You’re a thinker Thoughts usher when it’s sun or moon… Some stirring, some uninspiring Some moving, some stalling.. You think and not blink You’re a hopeless thinker… You’re an emotional Feelings…

Wheels on the Street

The town was small and quiet, its pulse was tall and vibrant. It was nestled in a valley of sorts, with the hills around bouncing off the heat, a cleft where clouds could pause to rest. A cozy two-storied brick and concrete house, tucked-in at one end of a dusty winding street. At other end…

People

Unwind the thread      and let it go Embrace the spindle      and let it stay It is thread      that is the falling leaves It is spindle      that is the root and trunk It is thread      that is the painting on canvas It is spindle      that is the brush bearing all stress Threads, leaves and paintings      are…

Spiritual Sense

Nourishment from food, joy from exercising… They fuel the movement, of the mortal form… Body benefits from it, making us agile and fit… But that’s only one half, of the happiness equation… The other half is to us, like the flame is to a candle… Spirituality is a sum total of parts of faith, belief,…

Mother

She is the first to be up and about, When you are still basking in dreamland She has your meals figured out, When you are slacking, and lagging behind She has an uncanny knack to discern, When to talk, and when to listen She brings a skill for you to learn, In a fiery storm…

Reflections

It isn’t the chore, it isn’t the dough It is joy that is life’s greater ploy Some days when chips are down You feel pensive for no single reason Nights are sombre, days are gloomy Seasons are mundane and you feel arcane You want to rewind and go back in time You want to relieve…

O Memories, where art thou?

It was the late 80s and early 90s, at the cusp of contrasting decades Growing up in India… You were a high-schooler dreaming about college You were a college goer dreaming about career It was the time of a different norm Archaic now but contemporary then Cassette player, VCR or a Walkman, to burn time…