Subtle Kaleidoscope

“Choices “ is a smaller word than destination, but “ choices” can ruin or make your destiny.  They took Robert frost to a la la land he kind of hoped for and feebly wanted to be on, but left a forgotten road not taken. It made that aubade, sung by a solitary reaper, well known but left a dying ardent desire in Wordsworth to ask whether the song was for her lover or her solidarity. Choices that made W.E. Henley stand Invictus; made him the master of his soul while everyone was busy conquering the world. .Choices that made the brook to go on forever. Choices that made Sylvia commit suicide even after she saw that clinquant, tinsel-like depth in a simple mirror. Choices that led to the heart wrecking ephemeral of Antony and Cleopatra or the Romeo Juliet. A choice to choose one thought over another that made Wordsworth think he was as lonely as a cloud in the belt of dancing daffodils.  I have also made certain choices; we all make them. The trick of life isn’t in making the right...

So, the memory of this brings back the memory of everything, everything. It was after this, that I transformed from a sweet & smart me to a rude & insane me. The 24th brought me something unprecedented; something I didn’t see coming because of the fog of fear, of superiority, and a belief that it’ll hurt me anyway so why care? But right now it’s about that one thing which changed the dynamics of everything. After this incident, I knew that my stars weren’t faulty, they were cursed; all I needed was “a friend indeed” the kind of friend that I didn’t have. One kept asking me, Why I did do what I didn’t? Another hit me with, Why I didn’t when I should have? The friends I had that time were beautiful stars of a beautiful night but the only thing that diminished their beauty was that I could count them on my fingers. But except for the few stars of my infinite sky, I had other true companions too.  The only real companion after you are behind that closed room is “the walls”. The...

the stars the sun

The waves were coming back; To the islands of ignorance. To people who count stars on their fingertips...   No, wait Now they retreat Away, To the creeks between the cliffs Through straight bends. Heading towards a wishful land With uncountable moons and countable sand.   The islands of ignorance wait Till the day turns black But for the waves, Well,  They were never coming back.

Are Women =Men? 👯👭👭🚺  For a decade this has been a hot topic for discussion and keeping in view the present situations, the orthodox thinking that still persists in our society and the ardent desire of some men to dominate women, well, I guess this will be a hot topic for discussion for the coming years too. Around the age of  12-14  a girl starts on her menstruations. It’s the natural cycle of 28 days that leaves us with 5 days of usher pain and helplessness; time when we aren’t able to give our full best per month. Don’t shrug your shoulders or chuckle when someone speaks on this topic. Women don’t bellyache about menstruations; they just let you know what you generally feel reluctant about. 5 days isn’t what we lose.  12*5=60.  60 days and almost 2 months your mom, your wife, your sister, your daughter or any other woman around you is coping with a lot that is going inside her. So practically, we women start getting a shortened 10 month year as soon as we...

There are three kinds of people around us and I have tried to help you find out which type you are. Maybe you know it already but there’s a difference between ‘ ’knowing something ’ and ‘ understanding it’.  Read along and you’ll truly understand something that you already know.   If I ask you to count all the visible stars that you can count, then will you be able to do that? Maybe you’ll try. You’ll wait for the night, and start counting, over and over and after you reach a figure of something say 20 or 30 you’ll probably lose track of it. We look at the sky every day, every time we go out. Yet the sky looks more mesmerizing and impressive when we’ll pay attention to it. Like sometimes when you look up at the twinkling stars or the most magnificent clouds, you wonder how gorgeous the sky is at that moment. But if you’ll be kind enough to look at that question again “….to count all the visible stars that you can count…” Maybe some of you have given up at this moment only ...

🍁 The maple story🍁     Someone asked me one day, “Does the maple fall, or does it blossom during the autumn season?” Hearing the word ‘maple’ always brings the image of autumn, the grey skies, fallen leaves, and sunsets. It reminds me of all the elements that are vanishing into stillness as if the very soul in them is slowly dissipating Also, I have been told by my parents and teachers that maple falls when it's autumn. So I answered boldly “Of course it falls” But that someone again asked me, “Well, that’s the standard answer everyone would give, isn’t it? That the maple falls. Try thinking unconventionally.” It’s really hard to change the palace of your conventions and let the pillars of your amassed knowledge, which hold the palace upright, fall to mere facts when an unprecedented, unconventional traveler enters our conventional world. Our conventions bound us to the known, to the grounds of our past experiences because we can feel it beneath us but when t...