It has been months since he had talked with her.But it was not difficult to see that he was  still enamored of her. 
He won’t even looked at her anymore. No more voiceless messages through eyes.And yet he was convinced that he talked with her. 

Probably in a special language called SILENCE.

Perhaps the other languages could not express infatuation along with hatred and vengeance and repression along with carings and love all at the same time…


The Sky Roofed Solitude


The Sky was gleaming with a olive blue shade.
The scenery was magnetic.

A cool wind made the warmth of the Sun more comfortable.

I stood on the roof and wondered…

How often do we feel lonely even if we are not…

And how often are we too alone to feel lonely…

“Not so alone, after all!” says someone from the back.

Looking back I see my old friend KARMA.


A homage to late CHESTER BENNINGTON 


Well I should have posted it months ago when I heard the knews that CHESTER BENNINGTON is no more among us. 
Oh! Only if I were worthy enough to pay him this homage.

LINKIN PARK has always been my all time favourite. Probably all those moments when I feel empty, alone, depressed, agigtated, I still listen to LINKIN PARK. These songs have inspired me, rejuvenated me and encouraged all along my life.

Now I feel strange, or rather lonely to know that CHESTER BENNINGTON has passed away. I ask myself if LINKING PARK is not there , then whom will I listen to? Certain things cannot be replaced.

Even when the world seems heavy, those lines from the song, “The Robot Boy” echo my ears.

        You say the weight of the world

             Has kept you from letting go

             And you think compassion’s a flaw

            And you’ll never let it show

           And you’re sure you’ve hurt in a way

           That no one will ever know

            But someday the weight of the world

           Will give you the strength to go”


I still absent mindedly keep singing those lines from the song “LOST IN THE ECHO”

               ” All these promises broken

                   Deep below

                   Each word gets lost in the echoed

                   One last lie 

                    I can see through

                    This time I finally let you go…”


Searching for Love


Seldom do our senses and our sense organs synchronize…
We ,at times, get desperate to find love. 

And then we assign this duty to our eyes.

Our eyes are but seduced by beauty.

Let’s close our eyes.

Let’s allow the heart to make its own random choice.

Sounds scary right?…😂😂😂

Well I did so!

And my heart did make its own random choice.

Surprisingly the choice did not include that fair girl with shiny eyes and a pair of glasses, whom my eyes had suggested!

Surprisingly choice included my childhood friends ,who are like my brothers, and my beloved family.

Soul speaks yet again

The sky seemed so replete with known and unknown voices that evening.

It felt strange or rather lunatic to realise that these voices which had then made me smile, now made me shed silent nostalgic tears.

This body strives for nutrition…

This mind looks for rationality…

This heart is taken aback by emotions…

But what of me???

 I am the soul. I struggle for ACCEPTANCE and  LOVE.

Soul speaks…


I tried to analyse my life. 

I realised that I was in trance.

Well there are reasons behind this.

Certain events way back in the past have put me into this trance.

I am not sure if I will ever get over this.

Well at times it happens that life puts us in a trance and we don’t even realise it.

However when I realised that  it’s time to step out into consciousness I found it very difficult.

And still I fought myself and made changes in me………

……….only to realise that I was stepping into yet another trance.

Then came the truth.


The day I win this game, I would be out into open world, out of this mortal body, one with the world that bred me…

Chit chat

What’s up bloggers! Many of my friends and I have created a new blog named :  “IT HAPPENED LAST WEEK” (to visit click on the link)

It’s about small significant daily events that keep on happening in our lives. 

One of my teachers gave me the initial to do this. So we will be posting stories and small essays in that blog. I hope you might enjoying going through some of them.

I can assure you that these strange stories generated in fresh young minds would not bore you….thanks for reading. (The link to the blog is given above).

The Carousel Pirate


Ever heard of that nasty old pirate?

Who rides a carousel instead of riding the main..

 He has dreadful sword with robes coloured claret…

And people are scared at his very name!

And yet during his slow rotations;

When his ride, the carousel, approaches people…

They do little but make mournful confessions,

For they can’t out run this fierce old eagle.

For KARMA is his name…

And vengance, his old game…

And he when comes for you:

You won’t have anyone to blame!