A thing or two? or a Woman?

When I am a sketch, the flawless me helps you see yourself without flaws When I am a sculpture, the perfect me helps you feel better about your imperfections When I am a painting, the temptress in me helps you shed your shackles When I am a mirror, it makes you smile and shed tears…

A bubble or flower? – A cup’o entitlement over a latte

Note – This is part 2 of series ‘A bubble or a flower’. This post has excerpts from book ‘Subtle art of not giving a F*ck’ by Mark Manson which I recommend one should give a read. A cup of latte was all I needed, wanted and desired today. I love how I can sip…

A Bubble or A Flower – Are we Bubble Makers?

Note: This is part 1 of the articles under the name A bubble or A Flower Everything in life meaningful is worth suffering for. A mother carrying a child in her womb for 9 months and going through labour pains to deliver her child in the world full of negatives and positives is the epitome…

Do remember..

Note : The below poem I wrote last year in December. I was back in India for a vacation and I woke up in my room with light sunlight flickering on my eyes and I turned my head to avoid it when the silhouette of an open ended odd shaped box like structure falling on…

Alone

I thought i knew what love was I thought I knew the feeling I thought I loved myself Unless I met him ‘loneliness’ I chose and sought a life of solitude I thought I was ready But was I? Asked loneliness to me! I snickered, I laughed, I made fun of him I drove it…

A boy who loved me

… if it’s meant to be, things will remain the same. If it’s changed then it’s either for the good or for the good. There is never a change for the bad …..

The two faced woman

  A personal note –  This story is not to hurt anyone or is related with anyone. The story was constructed out of an honour and respect for the men and women who have been through a lot in their lives. This piece is to honour them for their strength, their struggles. The inspiration came…

Heart Beat

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than hunger for bread – Mother Teresa