You know how it feels
To be alone
With moments to live
And relive forever.

With the hope of
being with you
And learning to live
Without you forever.

To love you
More than I could summon
And then consider my love
To be unloved forever.

For you have always known
To be with me, without me;
But for me, you existed
In me, without me and forever in me.

And would exist
In my words and thoughts
For language is a mirror of mind
Eternal, infinite.


The world we live in

The world we live in
Wants us to abide
To the norms and values
And to survive.

Is it fulfillment that it demands
Or mere existence of individuality
Immersed in the social fabric
Rebellious, distinctive but benign.

Amidst this vagaries of life
Lies the question of certainty
Unanswered, uncared for
Hidden beneath the mask of acceptance.

Truly hypocritical it may seem
To address the world exciting and mundane
But, its veracity is proven
Every time we live and die.

In all these years of mere existence
Things have changed
But our perception remained the same
Of the world we live in.

The world we hate and love
And are indifferent towards at times
The world we wish to separate from
And enjoin at the same time.

Truly, the world we live in.

Common Wealth Games – Day Zero

Commonwealth is an intergovernmental organisation of 54 sovereign states.          
It had been formed with an objective of fostering growth of the member nations by working upon representative democracy, pursuing equality and opposition to racism;the fight against poverty, ignorance and disease and free trade. The most visible activity of the commonwealth countries is the commonwealth games,which had been categorically positioned as “friendly games” by the member nations,aimed at promoting the spirit and strengthening the relationship between the nations.

Since its inception in 1930, the games for the first time is being hosted by India, a country of 1.2 billion population. A country, which is not only growing in terms of economy but also in terms of its educated youth population. This nation is often criticised for its bureaucracy and politics but what stands out is its indomitable spirit to succeed and excel. Every developing country has certain issues to resolve to before it can be categorised as one of the developed nations of the world. India is also fighting against some of these issues. And, it is for sure that this nation would not bend its knees at the face of adversity or strong opposition.

The hosting of Commonwealth Games would surely position the nation as a ‘capable’ country with immense potential. During the course of this journey of spectacular sporting event, we would keep a close watch on the sporting events and the response of the world on the way India does it.

Today’s turn of events:

  • Queen’s baton reaches India.
  • Athletes reach safely to Games Village.
  • Delhi Metro reaches Jawahar Lal Nehru Stadium.

It is time to get excited and gear up for the opening ceremony of XIX Commonwealth Games, New Delhi. India is about to enter the league of successful sporting nations.

Till then, keep up the good hope.

Truly Yours…..

I know you believe
That life is unjust
Unfair it is,
And is devoid of trust.

That love is ephemeral
And lust so deep,
In the shadow of the present
Our pasts usually peep.

I know you believe
That words are farce,
And actions so useless
Where humanity is scarce.

I know you don’t believe me
When I say the words I mean,
And ask you to forget the scene
Of the whimsical past and lost sheen.

But, there is something
You got to believe,
To think and live
And to feel again.

Forget the days of yore
And believe that this life is truly yours….

A Thorn Bird

We all are blessed to be alive. However, rarely, we realise this truth in our day-to-day lives. We are mostly busy in worrying about issues of lesser significance. We worry about our studies, jobs, relationships and what not. But, do we ever realise that all these worries are based on a single desire that we all live for: “A Peaceful Life.”

We want to do well in our studies to get a good job. So that we can live with our family happily forever. But, at each step, we worry more about the execution of the step rather than the significance of it. While looking through the microscope, we tend to undermine the importance of a bird’s eye view. Our entire life we wish to become someone else. In school, we want to become like a topper. In college, we wish to become like the most stylish guy, who makes girls swoon over him. In our jobs, we wish to become like the most successful person in that field. We always want to be some one else. Do we hate our identity so much that we try and camouflage it at every stage of our life?

Perhaps, it is not hatred. Most closely, it is ignorance. The ignorance of the presence of “I”, the individual. Why we all strive to be so similar to each other? Why the society we live in fail to respect the differences? Is it mere fear of dilution of our sacred ‘homogeneity’ or is it something else? May be, it is how our brains are programmed since our childhood. According to Hofstede theory, our evolution as a human being is generally a result of the collective programming. We all are trained to become larks and nightingales. Our parents wish us to become these birds so that we earn recognition and respect. But,what about being a Thorn Bird? (Thorn Birds are mythical birds that searches for thorn trees from the day it is hatched. On finding a suitable and sharp thorn, it impales itself singing the most beautiful song ever heard as it dies. ) Is it sin to be a Thorn Bird? Perhaps, not. It is rather impossible to become a thorn bird and sacrifice oneself at the altar of conviction.

But, the eternal truth of life says that in each one of us resides a thorn bird. It is just a matter of sheer recognition and acceptance. I am searching for my thorn, that gives me a reason enough to die. And, before I die, I want this world to live the most beautiful experience ever.

I hope that we all recognise our thorns someday at some point of time in our lives.

Till then, “Live a Quest”.

I promise to return……

Tears trickling down
Drops from the edge of your face,
Into the river
whose ripples carry your message.

Through the soul of this Universe
Into the corners of my heart.

Your ethereal pain
sublimates as blowing winds,
Traverses across the desert
To drench me with rain of tears.

And the deep realisation
of your longing,
Give me sleepless nights
And painful days.

But,with each day, your tears
Firm my determination to fight
The battle of my life,
the battle of our lives.

And I make a promise to myself
To soothe your swollen eyes
And drink the pain beneath.

I make a promise to return.

I saw him…….

I saw him on the busy street
Strolling mindlessly,
Confident of his way
Unbothered by what people say.

I saw him talk
To a piece of thread,
Fighting with a dog
Over a common bread.

I saw him nude
Laughing at civilisation,
That we treasure so much
And still use as a crutch.

I saw him read
The mystery of Universe,
Living in the moment
With desire so diverse.

I saw him laugh
Incessantly at life,
And its follies and way
Counted by night and day.

I saw him think
About you and me
On the busy street,fighting over a bread
Binding us all with a common thread.

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