Beauty in conflicts (revisited)..

To defend or deny what you think is a sign that you are alive. You are definitely allowed to be inconsistent, contradictory and unbound by conventions. But still your job should be finding a neutraliser for your emptiness of existence and not just to succumb to forelornness.

Just because your path is different doesn’t mean you are lost. You are creating a new path, according to your adaptiveness for either brightness or darkness.

You don’t have to be equitable within the circle just to label yourself as a sane person because sanity is the insanity which is the new normality for the society, a persistent cozy lie.

You can be an amiable, cordial person, with a kind heart, and still say no. You can have your limits. It’s true that you have to act in concert to live in the world, but to survive as yourselves, you have to act alone and decide.

If someone is hesitating to choose between you and someone else, help them in making their decision by stepping aside and telling not to choose you. Why bother their hesitation. Right?

You can either provoke the chaos of your conflicting impulses or you can calm it down. You are the creator of your own riddle and trying to solve it just to save yourself from boredom. You are the conflict. You can make it productive by critically creating creative ideas.

You are your only limit. Fears that you don’t face become your limits. Never succumb to these fears. People will definitely push to your limits, but when you finally fight back, you will become the mean one. Let it be. I call it having mastery on yourself which comes from consistently going beyond your limits. I call it enlightenment which comes from expanding your consciousness from the present limits.


Change (revisited)

What is change, a challenge or a fear?

Is it just the change of mind or soul or just the attitude?

Is it for someone special or just someone who is inside you?

Should the change be recognized or should stay mysterious?

Should we change to answer the question or just to avoid the question?

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A Concealed Smile

A concealed smile,

Hidden by the sea of pain,

So vulnerable, so fragile

There will be scars on your soul,

On your skin.

Some will be outside,

Some lies within.

But don’t give up,

For your smile to emerge,

From the ground so low.

For your face to radiate,

The calmness,

The cuteness,

Which is lost in your torment.

Linger with your hope

In this timeless quiescence,

Don’t put a mask

To avoid your reflection

Drop down your cloaked face

Just be in yourself.

Hide the key to your soul,

Don’t let anyone break off this wall.

Stay within this tomb of yourself,

Dream of your dreams,

Find your happiness,

Hidden in your scars.

via Daily Prompt: Cloaked





Getting influenced by the surroundings around is quite a general thing. I can call it human nature, but taking inspiration and motivation or even learning a simple lesson from the surrounding is a nice approach. Truly speaking, writing has brought this change in me, increased my capabilities to appreciate the existence of anything and learning something out of it. Most of my post, they are generally inspired by my everyday surrounding.

Today’s post is also an inspiration from today itself. I’m writing this in a hospital waiting for my sister’s delivery. Hopefully everything will be normal. A Lot of posters are there, “prenatal sex determination is illegal” and about female foeticide.  So here comes a small poetry based on that.

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Compose your fire

One botch to see the real,

A failure to accept the information unclear,

A real lack of situational awareness,

Compromising the capabilities for accurate assessment.

World is filled with distrust,

Giving the scads of pain and tears.

World is filled with anger and hate,

To take your life one step back.


Believe in yourself,

For all your trouble and strife

You can construe it with a smile

You can clear grief clouds off your mind

Even if it’s coming to you for the hundredth time.

You can chase your dreams

You can light the fire of bliss.

You can control your desires and fears,

You can run or fly, far or near.

Believe in yourself,


The spinner of your  chaos,

The Weaver of your stories,

Carpenter of new creation,

The composer of your music.


Via daily prompt: Believe



Building your own self..

Push on your instincts,

Be the master of your fate.

Walk with a purpose,

Because it’s never late.

Influence, it grows like a weed,

Differentiate the good and bad ones indeed.

Make your own personality,

Equally vital, yet unrecognised,

To save it from the hypocrites worldwide.

Insignificant Existence

Words become more than words when one feels them into existence. I am writing this because I realized how we just emphasize on big significant things or moments around us with the impression that these are the ones which can affect our lifestyle, our thinking, and our perceptions. But we never really endorse the small petite things which also has the ability to influence your life.

Above there, either you can see the same blue sky every day or you see same stars just as some dots lying there. But have you ever noticed a single star continuously twinkling with the same energy as before? When I look at it, it tells me to shine continuously no matter how vast is the darkness. And there is nothing wrong in darkness. After all a certain darkness is needed to see the stars, to appreciate the brightness. Have you ever observe the dawn or sunset? Every time you see, it will have different shades of bright colours. Sometimes more red, sometimes a little. How dynamic these changes are. How beautiful these transformations are. Each one can tell a story to you. Each one can capture a beautiful moment with you.

World is a miracle, every last glorious inch of it. And I want to feel the existence of each instant, small or big because now I know there is no such thing as insignificant. If something exists, it has some role to play. You just have to perceive the importance of it.

I am incapable of drawing single stroke at any present moment. There is a lot to capture in that moment. Thousand unnoticed plants are noticed by me. I want to grow familiar with countless indescribable forms of insects and flies and the power of that invisible air which sustains us.

We say the world is unpredictable because we are unaware of the presence of so called insignificant existence. We are just focused in our own prime existence. Our thinking is ruled by forces of chances we get and the coincidences we strike with. These chances and coincidences are nothing but some fragment of life which goes unnoticed.

You might think you are not important in this world but you know maybe someone out there hears a song in radio and it reminds them of you. Someone remembers a joke you told him and he is laughing in the middle of the road. Someone remembers you every time he looked at a 10 rupee note because you gave him 10 rupee in time of his need.

So why can’t we give some importance to some trivial things and see what are they doing in our life? Very few people can appreciate the nice weather outside as first thing in the morning rather than getting ready for work and planning for the whole day schedule. Very few can appreciate that they are still alive to get the chance of making their day a masterpiece.

So there is no need for a significant moment or change in your life which can influence you or which is influence by you. Every crumb of living and non-living entity can be appreciated for their presence in your life.

Just want to say at last, It doesn’t matter if your glass is half empty or half full, just be grateful that you have a glass and there is something in it….



Her insight stroke

Her screech is silent,

Yet her mind is potent.

She is soft yet powerful,

Spiritual yet practical.

She is strong and full of fire,

Her passion burned brighter than her fear.

She fell five times,

But stand again eight.

Her life shaken up and changed,

Still looking for all her shattered pieces,

putting them in a single lane

Pretending to be elated,

when her life is a sting, a silent pain.

She never looked shattered and torn,

She is the conqueror of all the battles she won.

via Daily prompt: sting