River

What is one word that describes you? A word that describes me best is the river. Why? The river whispers a constant truth to everyone. It symbolises  "to keep moving forward".  It is important to understand that just like the river carries giant rocks, pebbles, seeds and trees with it , similarly we are all…

An ode to the mothers who lost their unborn children

Dear mothers,In the ache of your heart, the empty womb you  cradleWith the yearning to reclaim what's lost echoesI speak to you, of your courage , the will to live and look at the survivors you cherishThe children you hold dear are the brave beings who survived and defeated the course of destiny that God…

My ink stained whisper

Writing is meditating. The way one breathes - inhales, exhales - similarly, people like us pick up the pen to write. We find joy in weaving a string of words instead of pearls (though, arguably, they're equally precious). We carefully wrap each word in the silk of the life we dream about or the rust…

wizardry

Dear Daddy.I think this is how it feels.When they start.I love someone.When they start taking backward direction.Went there quietly. Leave the place.How do you feel?Today I do not long to be with him.I don't even feel bad of his nose and attitude.Why would?I'm digging myself back.retracing

It took an eternity

It took an eternity for you to reach me , to enter in the vicinity of the palace where the walls are painted with the bright shade of yellow.. the words brought a tinkling sensation speaking of depravity , the loss of calm and the desire for which longing was set aside. You didn't lose…

Significance of Spirituality

Only way out is in- Sadhguru

Nurturing soul

Calm your nerve readers!

Don’t we talk a lot?

Distance is necessary.

Clear the clutter

Single socks must go

Curiosity saved the cat

What’s your favorite thing about yourself? This question serves as a reminder to me to take a moment and have a second gaze at myself . This might sound weird for a while, After all we look at other people and tell them what we admire about them but seldom do we look at ourselves…