So many things require our attention every day. One moment we are doing something and within a few moments, we run with our minds to do other things. To do lists don’t even begin to attend the way our minds run in countless different directions. We lose our attention, our focus, our awareness and go… Continue reading Attention, attention, attention!
On being a Jack of All Trades
Are you a master of none? Or master of one? There are a lot of opinions around this, and recently, I read somewhere that being a jack of all trades and master of none was better than being a specialist in one subject or skill. I used to think about it the opposite way —… Continue reading On being a Jack of All Trades
The Sand Pile
As I sit in my balcony, I look down at a dog rubbing his back in the small patch of soil between dry yellow grass. It's a to-and-fro motion, but it looks like playfulness. A few minutes later, he gets up and climbs a pile of sand that those construction people left a few months… Continue reading The Sand Pile
No title, no war.
There are deaths, and then there are deaths from the attack. You tell yourself not to get involved, but you're too deep in the quicksand, deeply affected, can't undo what you saw, can't erase what you feel. You dream about the war, being there in the smoke, it's a never-ending zone. If you spoke those… Continue reading No title, no war.
Courage amidst Chaos
I was distressed, feeling deeply affected by the situation of war in Ukraine. But what could I do? The wars and power politics are played by the leaders. What could an individual do? Watch the news and get more distressed? Protest and express rage? Condemn and watch? Write? Cry? Turn to God? (and ask why… Continue reading Courage amidst Chaos
Start being happy
Keep your eyes open and reality. Keep your eyes close and imaginations and dreams. The real world terrifies me with its callousness with its misinterpretations of each other’s intentions. Every single person wants happiness. And yet, and yet.. where is the effort? where is the trying for it? Instant happiness. Does that even exist? But… Continue reading Start being happy
Don’t ask the sleeping people
How do you breathe? How do you put your clothes on? How do you go on and on? What is there to do? Nothing and nothing. You go on with your life as if death isn’t in the surroundings as if flowers aren’t being crushed every day. You stare at screens and read some books.… Continue reading Don’t ask the sleeping people
Ten rounds around the sun
Social media has created a havoc! Unconsciously clicking likes and watching stories, looking at some random profile on Instagram when you suddenly realize ‘what the heck am i doing!’ There’s a vast inner world within you, and yet, you keep looking outside, living outside, instead of within. instead of working on blurring the boundaries between… Continue reading Ten rounds around the sun
Memories in a box
Minds are fascinating,they pull memories weirdlyrandomlyand attached with themare the emotional files,coloured and uncoloured,some categorised, someunsorted.. Minds linked to the body,makes the whole thing shakeat the tiniest memoryfusedwith rage, with grief,with joy, with sweetness. Some memories are lockedin a special box,only to be opened inthe midst of self-pity,and bouts of wallowingin guilt or regrets. One… Continue reading Memories in a box
Facing the mirror
When you struggle too long for an issue or a problem, but you don’t really want to admit it and that’s precisely when you look into the mirror and face your self with all the reasons of resistance and excuses of procrastination. The mind is a great help and hindrance, the body just follows its… Continue reading Facing the mirror
Re-connecting with the feminine
Today, when I came across the book ‘The Heroine’s Journey’ by Maureen Murdock, the words in there resonated deeply within me. For quite some time now, many many years, I have been experiencing a conflict with the feminine within. Last week’s incident at home about the word ‘permission’ brought back inadmissible feelings from childhood and… Continue reading Re-connecting with the feminine
One Art – Poem by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places,… Continue reading One Art – Poem by Elizabeth Bishop
It had rained, and the sun was out from behind the clouds. I searched for the rainbow, didn’t find it, instead looked at the faraway clouds, their whiteness and darkness mixed up in greys. I turned my head and there it was, the lonely illusion, a rainbow. I stared at it, identifying the colours visible… Continue reading Fleeting rainbows
Certain mornings, there are these agitations. Like these broken sentences. Nagging feelings of being not good enough, of having not achieved enough, of having not done enough rise and bind me, my thoughts. And as I close my eyes and sit feeling these agitations, I bring a thought and hold on to it, ‘I am… Continue reading These oscillations
Layer by layer I dust off all the dirt on my heart, in all the nooks and crooks, inside and out.. The dirt of conditionings, the dirt of surroundings, the dirt of egos, the dirt of injustice, the dirt of control, the dirt of expectations, the dirt of conflicts, the dirt of selfishness.. I close… Continue reading Dusting
What are you rooting for?
Who is a writer? A writer is someone who writes, learns and understands the whole movement of life and lets that understanding reflect in his/her writing. Then why all this fear? Why all this focus on earning money? On earning a name? Because you feel conflicted. The conflict is about writing vs. earning money. You… Continue reading What are you rooting for?
This is how the world spins. There are thousands of quotes and advices on being authentic, being true to yourself, being yourself as you are, but the world doesn’t accept it when one person takes a stand to be true to themselves, to not follow things blindly, they are made to stop it, to give… Continue reading Such hypocrisy!
What if you could wipe out all the poets and their poetry?
But if you could for a time wipe out all the poets and all their poetry from the world, then you would soon discover, by their very absence, where the men of action got their energy from, and who really supplied the life-sap to their harvest-field. It is not those who have plunged deep down… Continue reading What if you could wipe out all the poets and their poetry?
My soul is from elsewhere – Rumi poem
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,And I intend to end up there.. This drunkenness began in some other… Continue reading My soul is from elsewhere – Rumi poem
Above Photo by Aditi B. ~ ~ ~ She laughed looking at the boatthat had so much potential to let everything go and be freeto move in the rivers and conquer the oceansto brave the storms and survive and yet here it was... Bound.. … Continue reading The boat…
Roses – Music
Some songs are perfect - lyrics, music, voice of the singer. Everything. It speaks to you, touches your heart in a way that you cannot describe! What I do is not just write the lyrics, I write what and how the song means to me.. I just have to write it down,… Continue reading Roses – Music