Posted in Poems and muses by me

Be defined by you

“Normality is a paved road. It’s comfortable to walk, but no flower grows” ~ Vincent van Gogh

Let it inspire you
Or not.

All routes are littered by the travellers.
Neither collect nor become that.
Just travel through
Don’t define
Don’t be defined.

Let it inspire you
Or not.

Routes are yet to discovered
That will reward you with
Your imprints.
Be drawn to the goals
And not the litter.

Let it inspire you
Or not.

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions”


Posted in Poems and muses by me

The Inferno

The raging inferno is theirs

It’s never about you

Let go


Posted in Poems and muses by me

Let life lead

When enforced on someone,

Imaginary idealism loses its meaning

That awaits voyagers to take it.

Voicing opinion on ways others hit it is often rude,

When you’re oblivious to the journeys of weak seedlings

And it becomes bestial when you know their struggles and scars.

Life begins to lose its meaning when we don’t stand up

Against the crime done to an innocent soul.

We allow a part of our soul to die each time

When we choose to follow the same rotten practices

That kept it veiled in secrecy;

Giving it the sky to proliferate.

Keeping the life light and fun is life-saving,

Not just to some

Rather becomes a must to each, at one point in life.

Politics submerged in fake imaginary fights gets distorted

That catches some meaning only when the ground is laid

To nourish the innocence, beauty and divine creative forces

And let it burst forth, soar newer heights.

Let the soundness of the system protect the rights and choices of each.

Rise, bring out the rebel in you that protects humanity;

Directing it, letting it make and break us

Letting it discipline us,

And the touch of emerging grace kindle our souls.

Let us see how life quietly creates itself.

Let it thrive.

Let life lead.


Posted in Poems and muses by me

Let us choose

Choose, because life is all about making choices.

So, please, choose. Test, try and validate. Where everyone has his say. But, it’s not about that. It’s about what YOU decide to do.

Always remember, you can still open a whole new can of worms even without making choices that you must.

For not choosing is a choice in itself.

And, in the end, you’re still the only person who is answerable for your life, who is bound to your growth and happiness.

Their choices can be devastating and so can be yours. But, it’s only you who will be made accountable for it and never another.

It’s your life after all and you have command of it.

So, take charge of your destiny. Let us choose and have heart to face whatever comes our way.

Because growth is attainable only by making choices and life is all about growth.


Posted in Gotta tell you!

Eudaimonia Reclaimed!

The autotelic dream-weaver breathed and burnt with his work. More than just woolgathering, putting earnest efforts, doing it with complete Meraki. Frequent meeting with new visitors who didn’t speak or understand his language thus failed to appreciate it, was a devastating blow which made him isolophilic. Sequacious people, normally trotting something out, do more harm than any good. The sang-froid was slipping through his fingers accompanied with a growing overwhelming desire to run away which was slowly turning him into a rantipole. He perpetually​ felt like a fish out of water.

While looking for nepenthe, a place elysian a sudden epiphany brought this realization. He didn’t have to lose his unique gifts! Those who brought him down were already far behind him. An aesthete artist, endowed with beautiful thinking and yugen, he didn’t look for ugliness in others like them and soon he found the querencia. He kept on creating his own heaven to inspire many others. Refusing to fall at lower levels he weaved his dreams using wabi-sabi, the art he had mastered. And here you are awestruck at the sight of a selcouth, flawsome, beamish artist who baltered, basking in his own fragrance! Free from stress and sadness, crooning and whistling. He was a belle-âme who contrived to create artists. More than just humans.


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Everybody Knows


Everybody knows:

You can’t be all things to all people.

You can’t do all things at once.

You can’t do all things equally well.

You can’t do all things better than everyone else.

Your humanity is showing just like everyone else’s.



You have to find out who you are, and be that.

You have to decide what comes first, and do that.

You have to discover your strengths, and use them,

You have to learn not to compete with others,

Because no one else is in the contest of ‘being you’ .



You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.

You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.

You will have learned to live with your limitations.

You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due.

And you’ll be a most vital mortal.


Dare to believe:

That you are a wonderful unique person,

That you are a once-in-all-history event.

That it’s more than a right, it’s your duty, to be who you are.

That life is not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish.

And you’ll be able to stay one up on what used to get you down.



~ Author Unknown

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