The element that you feel inside your veins - the fluid
That you want on your tongue
You feel alive when it touches you
You synchronize your melodies with its waves
oscillating within its vibrations
You want to wash away your sins with it
That runs deep inside your soul to find peace
I am that element, I am water.

There is depth in my heart
and purity in my soul.
I provide intuitiveness to nature.
I can pick up on the feelings of any creature.
I travel in the cracks of unknown vast lands
and give meaning to their lives.
I go beyond the rules to forgive and heal others.
I learn about quality and wisdom from mothers.
I can build up those who are falling apart
and love everybody who touches my heart.

I have loved the waters from different shores
they are independent as I am
they loved me back with all their depth
and got lost in their deep dreams too
We brought each other back to the reality check
It only raged our waves
up in the air
and back upon us, forcefully.
We travelled apart to oceans unknown
and I never made it back to

all the parts of my past self. I am changed.

I have loved the fire on the lands

that provides warmth, near seashores, to hands.

Also met the fire buried under the ocean

so calm and innocent.

We, mostly, danced our demons together.

Neither of us won that fight

because it meant losing the other.

Instead, we made a truce - for the better.

Do not cross each other's path

when destiny is not in our favour.

I have loved the colourful air

sometimes breeze, other times hail.

Felt its touch in the humidity,

listened to its wild thoughts,

and deep sensitivities,

played with its rainbows,

shared past experiences.

I swam while it flew.

It all felt like bubbles, tickling me all over.

It runs all around me - chasing me 

or moving away from me - I don't know.

Maybe the air doesn't know that too -

after all, it's the air.

Never did our deep ends shook hands.

I met the land.
I watched an island glow in the sun
and in the moonlight.
I touched its bare skin and soothed it
and felt that graceful warmth for the first time.
The land has been there for ages
liking me for who I am.
It isn't scared of my cyclones.
I'm not scared of its avalanche.
It pulls me back from my deep insecurities
and dives in my deepest thoughts.
It makes me rest for my feet are tired.
It wants me to dance freely and laugh lively.
Although, I am a little afraid of being independent -
what if I go too far!
I don't want to lose a single sight of the stones that fancy me.
It assures me - it will love my renewed waves
with every new skin of land that I encounter.
I have my own imaginary simplification -
maybe I could take it with me.
Wherever we go, we go together
and settle a home at the bottom of the ocean.
Maybe this time
I can fall in love
and feel it reaching back to me.
Maybe this time
in a very long time,
I'm not afraid
to hit the rock-bottom.

The glory of the rising sun spreads
The chirping of these cute birds - I hear
That's how my morning starts.

With one thought in my mind - creativity - I wake up
With a smile on my face, I get up
And with any negative energy, I break up.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life
Today may be the last day for me
So I show up to make it worth living for.

It is easy to work when I am happy
It is amazing how much I own my behavior
I'm confident for who I am and I feel blessed.

Today will be a good day; miracles may come.
Today I shall spread more love than yesterday
It'll be fine to do whatever the purpose of my life wants me to do.

This train ticket, these trolley bags,

and all the packing going on,

don’t let me forget

that I shall be moving on.

The new life brings new situations

which are yet to come.

But nothing makes me forget

I already have some.

Gaining courage to establish the fact

that I’ll have another home

That lamp says- don’t forget

silent will be your room.

That Almira in the corner and

the wall clock over there

know, I can’t forget

memories made in here.

Dear Orchestra of my Soul

I don’t remember when it began

There was a little band

It was a sunny day

And I started to play

The guitar was playing along with my fingers

The music was all that lingers

The saxophone kissed my lips

A land, where my music never stops

But then suddenly I sneezed and woke up

Was that gone?

Pleasant shivers still remain

The music still lingers

It was an orchestra of my soul

I don’t hope we meet again

I hope our relation never ends.

Are miracles just MIRAGE?

What do we believe is always very different from what we should trust. Should we trust that magic, miracles, deities, gods and goddesses are all real? What if we find one day that the world is such a different place than we think it is? What if our beliefs are all untrue?

I wonder, have I ever seen or felt or experienced the presence of some force that guides me in my decisions! Then I wonder that maybe there is some pseudo force which I am unaware of. But it seems like everybody around me is unaware and all they have in their mind are just the stories and tales of great people whom we call Gods and Goddesses. What if these characters are just brave people and they are not any God who is watching over us maintaining the balance of our good and bad deeds!

Is it possible when sometimes we think it is a miracle in front of our eyes, is really a miracle? Or it is that we are just unable to understand the logic behind that particular phenomena.

Nevertheless, I want to believe in magic. If it is out there, it is awesome. But I don’t know anybody who has experienced the magic and has rationally deducted the characteristics of magic.

We call the unknown by names such as Magic, Miracle, God etc.

There are some videos about Lord Shiva being not a God but an alien which in turn, is again the unknown.

I totally believe that there may be a governing body over us which satisfies all our beliefs like :

1. Heaven and Hell
2. Yin and Yang
3. Great powers of Gods
4. Mantra
5. The power of Shloka written in the Sanskrit language

and the list goes on…

But what if all this is unreal? I never get any answer when I ask ‘Goddess Durga! are you with us?’.

What if it’s all just a mirage?

As a boy goes
into the wilderness of his thoughts - 
Listen! the choice is between good and good
or worst and worst!

Voices shouting - Lose, Hope, Despair, Beauty, blah blah blah!
The extremes of everything
pulling the soul towards themselves
tearing it apart.
So he believes as if the dawn
of darkness is here.

The soul rows from Past to the nearby Future,
escaping reality - he doesn't realise.

Shooting stars get hidden behind the bushes.
All control lost in the festival of loneliness.

He, however, isn't all broken.
Some shattered pieces he tries to pick up.
He'd do the best he can
for he won't return entangled.

Speeding up at being calm,
the man returns to the Present
with all his might and love
and starts a new day.

he's filled with motherly wisdom.

Now that he has learnt how to survive alone,
he can't be pulled down anymore.

Beware, kids, here he comes.