I once read somewhere “Happiness is a conscious choice, not an automatic response” I laughed at the quote.I immediately judged the person who had written this quote, “people write anything, just to make it sound good” As the time passed, my attitude towards life changed gradually. I started taking things lightly, conducing to what I am today. I now feel as the king of my … Continue reading “Happiness is indeed a choice”
Cleaved the notepad amid, to carve with words, the first half in a cage, the other by flying like a bird. But the fervours so yielded, to the need of a profession, The constraint of time, has imprisoned the passion. The first half has brimmed, the other taking on the struggle, the dream to fly high, is crawling like a turtle. Continue reading No time to write; Profession over passion
She’s a cute little owl, that pacifies the soul. that lets you pet, but doesn’t let you treat her, unless she chooses you vet. Even when the nights are long and the storms are on the rise, she finds a secure place, with those strong eyes, to let the storm pass, and to fade the pallor, she stands still and strong, with enormous valor. She’s … Continue reading To the Boon Companion
Solitude has both – a threat and an opportunity . Every energy has a limit, more the people, less the share. When you are alone, both energies i.e positive and negative, are present in abundance, enough to make or break. The abundance is even enough to transform you into some other person, which is impossible when you are with a lot of people, sharing energies. … Continue reading Drive yourself in solitude, don’t get dragged by crowd – Thought of the day.
The yellow color has flourished now. The sun still flashes daily. The field is bestowed with good luck to have the first rays with the rise. The rays are still strong and assertive. But the young flowerheads have bloomed and are matured now. They do not respond. They face where they want to. The sun simply does not accept change. It rises daily, tries its … Continue reading The tale of the sun and its friends.
You drowned in the sea full of dreams, To rush to the other coast, with success it seems, Your friends rescued you, put you on the boat, With enough valor to survive, that’s all they got, With tearful eyes, they said goodbye, So that you reach the aim, catch the sky, You reached the place, and terrified with amaze, Seeing the people there,with greedy gaze, … Continue reading Forgotten Times
The chirp of a nightingale echoed in the distance. It was time. Each dusk brightened the ray of hope that was dwindling with each dawn. But she stood up with the same majesty. There was no choice but to muster all the ferocity. The parched ground had started refusing to take impressions of the paws. The children were hungry. The pack was already reduced to … Continue reading Paradoxical instincts of a mother
The mist was dense, He jumped over the fence, to catch the firefly, that was sparkling more than ever, like it wanted to be caught, like it wanted it to be pet, it flew at a pace of trot. But he pulled his hands back, dreading its fragility, the firefly continued to fly, even when it wanted to stop, to not expose its vulnerability. The … Continue reading Longings or the brain