Woven through hopes

I see world woven through hopes; faith, a hanger to all. What connects us, love, has taken back seat. Yet we glorify it, but never choose to imbibe the essence it offers

Sky Circles- Rumi says

The way of love is not a subtle argument The door there is devastation Birds make great sky circles of there freedom  How do they learn that? They fall, and falling they are given wings 

A strong ‘May be’

And may be that is the hardest truth and fully known to everyone yet veiled and curtained properly just to miss it and chase everything else

Draw the line🚷

Setting up a boundary around oneself is what most of us never pay attention to. A pride that we carry inside tells us we don’t need the boundary as we are free and people around are beautiful inside out, they won’t hurt us anyhow. Our illusion comes under threat once someone enters our comfort zone…

Slipping into the unknown

There will come a time in your span of living when mere announcing your choices and decisions won’t matter to any one. The time will be like a sharp knife against your throat, you feel the death so near yet you are unable to make any movement to run away. Though your choices you make…

Dear Heart❤️

In the midst of chaos, dearYou are the faithAt the center of happiness,You are my gratitudeAmid all the commotion,You are the peaceBeyond the horizons in sky,You are only hopeAfter the fall of darkest hour,You are sunriseWhile it rains heaviest when,You are the rainbowFar beyond all the expectationsWhen I fail,You are the new helloIn the group…

Be still

And when you are at the spot you wished to be at for like an eternity, you tremble and fear the happenings. Right that moment you infuse yourself with the trait of renouncing the victory as said by Paulo Coelho . Yes it is the time to feel shaking hands and unsteady legs. It is…

Moon on the cheek

This is about the time when electricity was scarce and inverters were yet invented. This was period of lanterns of every theme. Once sun set, lanterns were lit and motions would become limited. It was a norm between siblings to accompany one another for their tasks in any other place of house since lanterns were…

Best version of being

Ten she was, when some naughty stuff had provoked her father.“Sorry father”, she spoke timidly, looking for the forgiveness in his eyes.“I hate this girl, I hate her very much”, father tells her mother.Engraved for lifetime, those words marked her course of life. She felt them, piercing her heart and she stands in that corner…