Sun- Our Only God

Human history is abundant with carvings and writings, in the deepest parts of the oldest caves and areas as open and popular as the Pyramids of Giza, which reflect people’s respect and adoration towards the Sun. Every morning the Sun rises, bringing warmth and prosperity, the security of life, saving all the species from cold and defeating all the forms of darkness. Our civilization, way back, understood that without the Sun, the crops won’t grow, the life as we know on the planet won’t be the same but only more devastating.

A Different Perspective

There is unparalleled honesty in kids; the aura of innocence enveloping those young minds, makes them endear. They give us a whole new way to look at life.

Why?

Everything happens for a reason and there is always something good hidden in it. Decision making is an integral part of our lives. Every day we make decisions; some of them are taken with deep thought and consideration, while others are taken abruptly. But have you ever thought which of these is better? The ones…

En Route to Happiness

We all have our way of looking at things and that is what perception is. What we believe to be true might not even be a fraction of it. As humans, we have a tendency to believe only what we want to and not what reality is. As a result, we end up blaming ourselves…

The Pursuit of Solace

Be it in professional or personal life, we all come across situations where we get defeated. Situations where we lose something or someone that we hold close to our hearts. Dreams, ambitions, all of it seems to vanish in a split second. What happens next? What do we do next? Do we even survive the…

The Game We Call Love

On hearing the bell ring, she sprang up. She realised that she had been asleep for quite some time now. The cheap vodka had done its job. It had put her off to sleep, ensuring she could silence the million restless voices in her head. So far, the morning had been terrible and as she…

Mother

 I still ask “how selfless can someone be?” I say look at a mother, the epitome is she. Each time when fever crept; Sleepless nights, by our bed she wept. Dear Mother As a little boy I was scolded, I roamed teary-eyed; You took me in your arms, as I complained and cried. Each pain…

Reminiscent

Fading motifs on the wall are a reminder of time passing by. Signs that suddenly strike us and take us back to the days of old.

Growing Old

Winters make him cover himself more,
summers make him parched often.
He focuses on not slipping in the rains,
rather than enjoying, he is filled with caution.

She is there.

Life prevailed when we were together. Her nagging, caring, fights, love, everything had its own beauty. Coming home was colorful. She would always be ready and together we could talk for hours about anything and everything.

In passing

Contours on a blank board – crests and troughs. A landscape is formed. The breeze channels itself along the shapes. The dust blows up. The silence is past – the dust trickles along. A sweet murmuring, almost like a whisper. The whisper creeps on – smoke rises. The dust sweeps over the contours baring bricks and sticks – unearthing something.