To the restless mind

To the restless mind,

Why do you keep wandering?

Why do you keep worrying?

Active, busy, hustle mind,

Be for you just a little kind!

You feel sad for losing so much,

You feel nothing for not feeling anything as such.

Bring some therapy to you,

Add some peace in you.

Like they say, just take a deep breathe,

And while you breathe out all your worries, be gentle.

Life comes just like the mega Indian thali,

It has different taste in every region of the country.

Food has different colours too,

And every dish do not taste the same, so shoo!

Sometimes it is hot,

Sometimes it not!

And there is a variety in sweets as well,

A rasmalai is not as same as sandwich malai.

So when the life is hot, spicy with a tint of sweetness,

Why not you learn to adapt and live with generousness?

Be calm, be compact,

Stop complaining that you don’t have that.

So, dear restless mind,

Get some peace in the warm blanket that’s in your favourite red.

Be happy, keep some peace,

That’s the only way you can enjoy the sweets.

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Don’t fly away

Already it is July,

The wind is blowing too strong to fly.

Don’t you think of leaving now!

Come home, to my warm home,

You can settle or wander on my shoes or wall,

We will watch rainbow from my window.

I’ll not let anything hurt your soft wings,

Daddy will get fresh nectar for you.

Dear Butterfly, 

Don’t fly away! 

Some days I doodle and get into the shoes of a six-year old who thinks simple with no twisted rhyming words in the end of every sentence. 
I have faded memories from my childhood when I used to chase butterflies for hours in the playground. I always wished if they could live with me in our home, sit next to me, watch me read books and sing a song.

After several unsuccessful attempts to get a butterfly, the wild child got an evil idea of capturing them inside glass bottles. And I did. I captured one and brought it home. I was so excited, feeling top of the world.

“Maa, maa…maa… See what I have got inside this jar!” 

She wasn’t as excited as I was. I was expecting a bravery pat on my back. But, I got frown brows followed by, “Come with me! You see this water tank your father got yesterday to install on the rooftop? You go, get inside and let me lock you from outside.”

“No, are you crazy? Why would you do that to your own child? It will be so dark inside and if you lock me, I will find it difficult to breathe air. I will probably die. No, I’m not obeying you, Maa.”

“If you feel so, how can you close this little beautiful butterfly inside this jar? What kind of monster does that? Let it be in the garden where it belongs, where it is happy. Why are you separating this little thing from its family? How would you feel if someone does that to you?” 

Mother’s words hit me inside. I cried for hurting the butterfly. I ran and ran long to the garden and let it fly away. 

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Don’t bottle your emotions up

Life is a box of chocolates. Sometimes it brings sugary sweetness and sometimes bitter, in the raw form of cocoa. 

Life takes different turns. Those turns and curves turnout to be the important turnovers of our lives. They form the foundation of major decision we take every day. Sometimes I worry too much about the ‘what if’ situation and over think what I do. But, most of the days I let go of those pointless ‘what if’ thoughts and talk to myself, “Listen! Being right or wrong doesn’t really matter. So, just chill and be happy! Do and say everything you think you cannot say nor do it. Just let it out.” 

It is easy for us to bottle our emotions up and hide it from the world. Years pass by and we earn the degree with a specialisation in the area of ‘Pretention’. But, the real degree would be the ‘Real Courage’ of letting things out of the bottle. 

Let yourself be expressed in however way you find it is possible. Choose your medium; it could be art or writing. It is the best way you can get someone to understand you.

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Deep in the darkness

Not always the darkness has to be evil.

Not always the light has to bring good.

To the restless inner self,

These dark deep blue sky and hills,


Brings freshness, a new hope to live.

The calmness that I often long for,

On days like this when no one is around,

On days when I find myself lost in the crowd,

This darkness shows me some good.

They pull and push some air in me.

I drink them and consume them like a fuel.

Mother always say, “Do not be afraid of the dark!”

“But isn’t it true that darkness equates to evil,” I ask.

Not always the darkness has to be evil.

Not always the light has to bring good.

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Zero cash!

On days like this,

When I feel so restless,

Someone just asked me-

Three years gone,

How much have you saved?

How much have you invested to get in return?

I ponder and wonder…

My mind goes on a run, very long,

I pause and breathe.

My lungs go dry and I skin can’t feel the breeze.

I pant and gasp,

My subconscious asks me to relax.

Like every year I do this promise, for once again,

Get up, repeat and keep repeating in your head—

“I will save. I will save. I will save.”

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A bucketful of embarrass romance 

“Hello! Wait! It’s my basket. I kept it here. It’s MINE!”

“Oh!” -He drops the basket immediately over a pile of oranges where I kept it first. I see him accompanied by a little boy, who must be around 12. I’m guessing this little boy to be his nephew or cousin brother because he definitely doesn’t seem to be his father. I’m hoping he is not married as I don’t see him wearing any engagement ring either. He is in a blue and purple football jersey and shorts. He is extremely cute and the dimple in his cheeks makes him adorable.

While I converse with my mother who is on the line discussing some serious family issues where I’m supposed to give her a sympathetic gesture, I instead laughed out for what happened just now. The cute jersey guy and his little friend too couldn’t control their laughter. It has been a funny and embarrassing situation.

“What are you laughing at?” My mother sounds annoyed hearing me laugh. “No, nothing, I’m really sorry, Maa! I didn’t mean to offend you. There’s this guy taking away the basket I picked to get fruits so, I snapped at him and he is intimidated.”

“Grow up! Stop scaring guys around you. No wonder you don’t get dates.”

“Maa! Stop it! I’m hanging up now. Bye!”

I see them changing their direction away from me but, I caught the cute eyes gazing at me constantly from a distant. We exchanged smiles but, our third smile 10 meters away from each other in the shopping complex is interrupted by the little boy. I laughed again dropping two mangoes from the shelf. “Hello! I am sorry for scaring you guys. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright, we understand. You’re really sweet and cute!” Winks the little boy and these is a sign of embarrament on the jersey guy’s face. We both are like, facepalmed.

The embarrassment continued to follow us. He stood just next to me at the billing counter. I turned back to get my wallet out of my backpack and there he is, I caught him smelling my hair. Damn! The little boy is like recording all this with his detective eyes. He winks at me again! Facepalm!

Some stories are not meant to proceed. They are sweet and short. I left the store with a smile on my face. I turned back and caught them again gazing at me. “Damn!” I bit my lips in embarrassment.

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For the endings that are to end…

Wear a smile and let things end. 

For endings aren’t as terrifying as people think. 

Endings are cleansing. 

Endings are healing. 

Endings are real. 

Endings are important. 

Bid adieu to endings. 

For endings are to end at one point. 

Make room for new memories.

May be this time you’d find the right ones.

Never forget to celebrate endings.

Just like the new beginnings.

For every endings holds the blessings of new innings.

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