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SHORT STORY: Horizons

Contentment defines the majority of us. “Stay in Kathmandu even if it’s for the delicious water that it offers”. They say words have a way to stick with you. They form homes in the deepest corners of your mind library delving in through every corner and gully like that of Patan. Soaked in the rushes of early morning chores and a routine that gave her an alibi of a long time resident, she strode down the road. 6000 days in the making, she knew that it was time her soul heard of triumph and her heart told tales of her vigorous scuffle and patience. The deafening noise and the rising fumes dancing in her pupils were fondly and light hearted when the days were easier to keep account of. Pupils…a funny bunch. A hopeful lot. “Yearn to learn”. She spent her days hoping to make lives better. Education is a must these days and how she had struggled to be the one standing in front of hopeful pupils and ears soaking in……PSSSSSTTTTTT…. the flames went out. 5,999 days of no complaining but there i...
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We are prone to ask "why me" Let's see what happens if we ask "why not" "You are only as healthy as you feel" As we measure everything Against our notions Of what it should be Or how it isn't Each passing shadow Is a reflection of your soul Maybe there is no greater purpose And we are bound in a time loop Only as happy as we let ourselves be Definitions..definitons..definitions Put your head down and run Run till you make us proud And point at those who differ This is our self built conundrum I once was obedient I once was forgiving I once was kind I once was living I once was cruel I once was ecstatic I once was selfish I once was a sinner I once was a giver I once was a rebel I once was a king And all i have found is that I am a mere sum of my parts Letting go and holding on Instantaneously Spirals and stardust To be dispersed in every direction But holding on to my conviction Of being humane And if you overlo...

Dear Roberta..

AWAKE!! "You build a cocoon around your mind or your eyes..you have seen a lot..and every new instance or experience ..from now onwards..will be determined accordingly. Isn't everything an extension of your mind...so there is nothing new coming that already wasn't there? We try to perceive things based on what we know..and to take a new leap of faith..well you don't have the time nor the energy anymore... but every new corner does still scare you...you just know...the warmth of this cocoon is your solace..you just don't know what will hatch out of it. Given to fly..you will be..but where will you fly to? You have a need to belong. No matter how much you say otherwise. Do you have a choice either way?" The day started normally. The smell of burnt cigarettes splashed and spliced with flowing drapes reminiscent of Rapunzel maybe.. covering the window..keeping him from seeing what was outside. Sight is our strength and weakness at the same time. The glor...

RANT !!!

Are your thoughts a privilege? A necessity? An escape? Or just for namesake? Arguments and debates do not ensure intelligence. It's easy to get lost just as it is easy to preach. It's easy to dream as it is easy to just "exist". We all may wish to challenge the norms, theories, ideologies and even facts but never leave out practicality of the basis that you form along the way. Wouldn't it be awesome if logic and revelations were genetic...a passover through generations of sor ts. But the essence of your thoughts will always take time. We can choose to feed our wanderlust but a void will always be there as reason creeps up your spine like those gentle tendrils of a wallclimber that toughens its grip with time...We talk about the universe and the vast possibilities of it...a fairy tale of sorts...a research paper for modern physics...a marvel for astronomy and logy..out of bounds for those making daily ends meet...under a constantly evolving core..its only perspec...

POEM: Subline

Cover me in a veil of sorrow And i will give you my shame As i rest my bones Against the waves That will only be as dense As my heart is... Once and always Twice and never Breaths taken  And baits forsaken As you reach a point Where instincts dissolve And senses falter By vice or by choice As you are tired  To even express... Just as you are tired Of not being expressive Just as you are sad Of not being mad anymore Quite as you are mad Of not being seen Just as you chose not to see Believe your sin Indifference is a duality... Glazed in vanity, inanity and profanity Sanity, reign a day, rein a tic, heretic verity Seraphic brevity, clarity, always just out of reach And I will not preach As i chose not to listen What you prose to teach Cower me in a labyrinth of tomorrow... And i will revel you to my grave..

POEM: 29

The frost upon my window Like that on your soul Is something I don't feel Dressed up for heartbreak Can I shed my skin? And let the wind sink in Remind me of sixteen With the world And everything in between In my palm And we knew no harm Meet the lives we never knew Nooses to the willow Beat the strives of all we choose Roses for the heirloom

SCRIBBLES: Purpose

The wants and desires The needs and wishes If left behind What would be the remains? Will you recognize yourself? Or will you be given another name? To leave the soul you cherish You distance yourself But hope always gets the best of you And will be the end of you And here is the conundrum Isn't the desire to leave your wishes Another need in itself? The cycle persists As I do