Showing posts from January, 2015

Use your &

We enter his world with naked bodies and a pure soul. A soul, that lacks worldly knowledge. It can only experience. It wants to see, smile, touch and feel everything. It laughs with those tiny eyes, at all the people and things that amuse and cries at anything that is discomforting.
It wants to play and be caressed at the same time. It wants to cry and sleep at the same time. It’s pure and experiential.It can’t make choices because it doesn't know how to. It’s the knowledge of the world that corrupts it. It learns to say the word ‘or’ and to impose it, on every other non-corrupt soul that it can find. And that’s how the world works.
Mine used to as well. Till I realized, that making choices in life, is also a choice. And I chose, not to make those choices, which corrupt my experiential soul.
And my soul is free. I am everything that I could be and much more. I am a Psychologist, a Dancer and an English Language trainer. I sing when I want to and write when I fe…

A Foe Turned Friend

They Met and How!She was vibrant and cheerful.She was happy in all the ways that one could be.The perfect daughter,the perfect student,the perfect friend. If you had a problem, she was the first one you would run to. If you were down and low,you could count on her to cheer you up.
Her life was always buzzing with people and activity. She was never alone. Yet,she was lonely. Lonely in ways ,only she knew. Perhaps, a little too perfect for her own good.
Yet she was happy.She never complained because she didn't know what to complain about. She had everything she wanted.
Until she met him.
He was simple yet smart. He was 'Mr.know it all',who knew nothing about emotions. He stayed away from them. He had loads of friends. Yet, he loved his solitude. And no one could ever make him feel otherwise. 
Until he met her.
They were poles apart and they hated each other. He was over friendly and she was too guarded. He made jokes on her,which she couldn't digest. But every once in a while,…

January-Jeans and Journeys

Sitting on the window sill, Feeling the cold January chill, I wondered,what I had left behind.
Sipping my coffee, hugging my knees, The world seemed a different kind. It seemed like I  had lost a lot; Yet,I had found some thing.
And now it's time,to move ahead Leaving my footprints behind With my sweater and jeans on, I no longer care what I have left behind.

I never quite realized when and how,the past year just went by.It doesn't really seem, that something has been left behind. Rather,a lot has been carried forward.And that's nothing more, than a little part of me.Every year when the calendar changes,it feels like something new is going to happen. It may take on any adjective that I'd like to give to it-good,bad,weird, sad,happy, just goes on.Every year, I have this unrelenting quest, to become a little more of me..whatever and however it may be possible.
There's a quaint comfort in knowing and feeling,that each year you hold your hand a little ti…