Grab Your Star

While the world keeps trying to find equilibrium between good and evil with each passing day, my little one, you will continue growing up. It is inevitable.

As you grow up, nothing will change if YOU don’t. And everything will change, if YOU do.

There would be numerous things which you love as a kid today and the same things will end up turning boring as you grow up. Don’t let it happen. Loving something should not change just because years are added to your life. Let the child remain alive in you. Keep loving the stuff you love today. Enjoy playing in the sandpit even when you have your own little one decades down the line.

It may sound absurd if I tell you today that what you are inside will eventually end up being what you are surrounded with. It is a fact. The world is what we, as humanity, do on day to day basis. You do your bit and the others will follow. It is a little complicated than what I am making it sound here though. Continue reading “Grab Your Star”

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Be the Key

The key, while entering a lock, does not know if she is meant for him.

Still, she goes in and tries to unlock what he is holding tight inside. She tries to release the shackles. She goes in with a hope of setting him free.

Even when she fails, she at least tries to alter some levers. She tries to bring some change inside him. She may not succeed in setting him totally free but she makes him believe that she tried to get him out of that situation. Continue reading “Be the Key”

Puff of Peace

A lone puff of cloud like a tiny cotton bud floats by my sight to break my concentration as I stare blankly at the otherwise cool blue spotless sky.

The cloud tries to break my will to not focus on anything. It charms me with its nothingness.

I feel captivated and my vision pans with it.

Slowly, softly, but consistently.

The teeny cloud swings on the magic carpet of the breeze and before I know, it starts scattering into bits. Tiny, tinier and even tinier bits.

Within moments, while my sight still tries to keep a track of the cloud, its snow whiteness vanishes into the blueness of the sky as if it never was. But still I know it is there. Right there. And with scattered pieces, it is there more than it ever was.

The puff of peace leaves me enchanted.


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The Story of a Poem

Once upon a time, there was a poem. She was not just words. She was not just punctuation marks. She was an expression.

Though everyone would come, read her and often appreciate, she was pretty much all by herself most of the times. She would just sit back, reflect on her own self and wonder what she was. And why she was what she was.

She would avoid talking to the other poems. Even if one would come to cheer her up, she would pass. Not because she did not want to be happy. But because, she did not know if she was meant to be happy. She wanted to know the purpose of her existence. She wanted to understand the feeling that she was meant to convey. Continue reading “The Story of a Poem”

The Night

‘We should save it for the special night’ she had said. He had agreed.

The special night. The night when the stars would twinkle a tad more. The night when the moon would shine to the crescendo. The night when Swans would dance. The night when smoke would rise out of the ice cubes.

A hectic day of wedding and tiring process that preceded it, were incapable of taking away the charm of the night – the special night – for them. Continue reading “The Night”

When I’m Gone

I don’t want to cause pain. I don’t want to remain. I don’t want to depart in parts. I don’t want to linger in hearts.

When I am gone, I want to be gone. Like, really, absolutely, GONE!

And if I know myself, this will happen. Not because you wouldn’t give a damn if I’d be around, or not. But because the moments we have shared should be enough to inspire smiles. My physicality should not be needed. At all. I want it to happen. I know it will happen. I know. Continue reading “When I’m Gone”

What Matters?

What Matters?

Happiness or having a reason for happiness? What matters?

I don’t understand the need of a reason to be happy. I cannot justify it. Being unable to be happy just because there is no reason is like a tree deciding to stop giving shelter just because there is no one underneath to enjoy the shadow amid heat. It does not make sense. You are born to be a tree who would give shelter, for no reason.

The pursuit of happiness is more precisely, and more generally, the pursuit of a reason for happiness. Stop rushing there. Stay where you are. Be happy where you are; for no reason, for no reason at all.

Not easy? I know. Learn it. And Trust me. It is easier than finding the reason. Yes, it is. Continue reading “What Matters?”