August 31, 2016

Le depart


I didn’t turn around

when you shed your unstoppable tears,

I didn’t hold you in my arms

when you needed me the most,

I was living a life with a smile

when your life was shattered,

I was keeping myself in tact

when you were tearing yourself apart,

I was alive but you were dead,

And without bidding a farewell, we parted.


August 11, 2016

La Mort

One day I will perish like the billions of invisible cells perish every jiffy and that day this body full of life won’t be anything but food for some scavengers if not buried or burnt.

Am I thinking about death? No, because life and death are like two opposite shores of the sea and one has to leave one shore to enjoy the other.

Am I worried about death? No, because I live death every night and born every morning.

Is death beautiful? Yes, it is, however, life is much more beautiful than death.

As the adage goes “some people die at 25 and aren’t buried till 75”. And here I am, who thinks of nothing but life every single moment and live it with zeal and make the life passionate about me. I have seen many who born at an age of 25 or 30 or even later and then the make the most of the rest of the moments. These people love everything and everyone. They spread love and live for love. They have no regrets and the kiss the success which they receive by spreading love. These people were re-born, they defeat death by enlightening themselves with the lessons taught by their own life.

They were dead not by some natural causes but by an accident. The accident which never let their minds open wide enough to accept and replenish their thoughts. They were dead by the physical and mental diseases which they never think of getting over. They were surrounded by a field of  negative thoughts. They allow their mind to wither and tither. They don’t nourish their diseased mind before it even dies and never leave a chance accuse others.

However, the people who were reborn, accepted the scars and decided to make a difference to their death so that they should not have any penitence when death will knock at their door to occupy the body by throwing life out of it.

Live the relations before it is killed, cherish the moments before it’s seized and love life till the clock ticks.


August 5, 2016

Le rêve

I was nothing till I woke up one night, in the middle of the night, thinking what went wrong. I was in a peaceful slumber which was disturbed by some occurrence. The things which occurred created a havoc in my life. I disturbed none and lay on the bed till morning. My eyes were closed but I was not asleep anymore. I had no idea how long I was lying under the mattress before the glimpse of sunlight entered into the room and the cows mooed.

I spoke to my dad about the incident which took my sleep away and then I got to know what dream is. Dream is what changed my life. It created a havoc in my life and made me a dreamer. Just like any two-legged creature, I also encountered it at a very tender age and since then all my wants and needs, although the wants followed the needs, became a dream. Moreover, my life became a dream. The never-ending moments, the long hours, the vacillating thoughts and the inexplicable emotions became an indivisible part of my dreams.

Dream is what asked me to hold on to it when I lost everything, it assured me that it’s never going to betray me, it loved me much more than I loved it, it taught me not to give up ever, it consoled me when I was broke, it mend the relationships when it went sour, it walked along with me through the abyss of darkness and it made me realize that nothing but love will surpass everything.

When no one trusted me, dream confided its belief on me. When the society demotivated, dream inspired me. When the two-legged creatures made fun, dreams laughed back at them silently as the dreamers never make fun of anyone. Dream polished my thoughts, filtered my mind and gave life to the soul. Dream gave wings to the hidden talents and exposed the creativity from the cage of fright.

The dreams reflect my attitude. I am not what my attitude is but what my dream is. Dream, not because it makes itself a reality but it gives life an eternal purpose.

“Trust in dreams, for in them is the hidden gate to eternity.’ – Khalil Gibran

March 31, 2016

Je suis tres Bon

I was great even before I was born,

I will remain great even after I die,

I am great in my thoughts,

I am great in my actions,

I am great even when people betray me,

I am great even when I am ruthless,

I am great when I am detested,

I am great when I am in love,

I am great when I ripped myself,

I am great when I was raped,

I am great may not be for you but for self,

I see my greatness in my dreams,

I live my greatness in my time,

And I thank you all for making me great.

March 21, 2016

Mon Amour

My love, you know what love is,

And I have lost my sanity in it.

You know what a tender touch is,

And I brush my lips against it.

You know what a beautiful thought is,

And I swim in it.

You know what a life is,

And I live in it.

You know what my insanity for you is,

And I created my world in it.

March 14, 2016


“Hope is a dangerous thing”.

Some are scared of it, some die because of it, some ruin circumstances for it, some live it, some breathe it, some dream it and for some hope is the most beautiful thing.

Whoever thinks that “hope” is the liveliest word knows that hope is where heart is (as said by a friend of mine).

Hope creates a life within the death, a song in the dead cells, a tune in the blankness, love for the people who loathe them, a charisma in the obnoxiousness, a smile among the tears, an emotion within a stoic, a bond between the strangers.

Oh… how beautiful this hope is to imbibe through a living being to make it realize that nothing is permanent and all the hopes will be fulfilled some day by hope itself.

“Hope is why you are here, Love it.”

March 7, 2016


This is the society I am living where I find so many educated people belonging to elite class lacking the normal courtesy. The courtesy of being original, being true to yourself. I wonder how long it has been the so-called elite class people looked directly into their own eyes for doing some thing real good without hurting anyone’s emotion. How true really these people are who I speak to everyday? I hardly find the genuineness within them. They seem like carrying a plastic smile on their face and an illusion in their mind of being original and a commitment to hurt others either emotionally or physically.

These fake people in an original attire increase my immunity and strengthen my confidence by giving me a chance to laugh at them every now and then. They are making fun of themselves without their knowledge. I hope that they must not lose their originality while pretending their temporary role.

March 3, 2016

Je suis malade

I am sick…

I am sick of the semen which starts competing to fertilize inside the ovum.

I am sick of the human beings who have no idea about the humanity.

I am sick of the religions which are differentiating one from the other inside a room.

I am sick of the racists who are busy underestimating.

I am sick of the virago who are busy dominating everyone around.

I am sick of the sadists who indulge themselves in getting the irrelevant pleasures in others’ wounds.

I am sick of the friendship which vanishes because of ego.

I am sick of the relationships which can’t face the storm together.

I am sick of love which does not last till eternity.

I am sick of the thoughts which are degrading the nature’s existence.

I am sick of the moral sickness of the unconscionable creatures.

July 6, 2013


There are many ways of defining this word and use it in many ways also. Irrespective of anything, it’s void, null. That’s what my mind is. I listen, the brain understands, reciprocates but I give no thought. I am blank, I do because I have to and I may be because I enjoy.

It’s been a long time I have written anything and posted anything just because my gray cells are blank. They are blank not because they don’t have anything but the reason was blank. There were many thoughts, they were random, they were blank, there were not in a proportion, They were blank alike me.

I feel like jotting down all my blank thoughts and I am wondering how can I jot down the blankness, how can I jot down something when there is nothing but blankness? Help me none, help self to help the blankness. Life is awesome, it’s beautiful when it’s blank, when it has noting to listen to but self.

Enjoy the blankness to avoid the dullness and illness.

August 2, 2012


I never knew what I was afraid of. I have always been afraid of dark and learning how to ride a bicycle, the fear of darkness vanished from within like a water bubble. When I was too young to understand what relationships are, I was terrible hurt and thought of not being close to anyone that I will be hurt again for which I kept my thoughts, my plans to my self till I thought that the time had arrived to reveal. I was afraid of swimming for which I drowned my self once fought till my last breathe to come out of it without anyone’s help (the irony is I still do not know how to swim).

Whenever I was afraid of anything, whenever I felt that something is panicking me, I did nothing but made my head so strong to come out of the fear. The fear of that particular thing. The fear of my own self to being afraid to face anything. The fear of the death while standing alone at the cliff of a mountain or in a crowd of an unknown city or walking alone on the beach at the mid of the night. I fought against my own fear to overcome it. I took al the risk which I thought of doing irrespective of the warnings or the protests.

But I am afraid now. Afraid of losing my LIFE, afraid of losing my SELF. I can fight no more. The head is not so strong. The heart is so damn weak. Suddenly, the water of the river is flowing uphill. I never told the air and the ocean was craving to listen.