Be a little more..

Distance has never been this quiet before,

now I withdraw from my thoughts more.

I heard my thoughts soothing, calming and doting,

Yet screaming, deafening and defeating.


Distance has never been this empty before,

now I withdraw from my feelings more.

I still feel the cold, warmth, soft and loft,

Yet fierce, violent and uncontrolled.


So distance, distance has never been this clear before,

now I withdraw from my learned behaviours more.

I don’t search, doubt or engrave my identity,

I live free, more and unobstinate to the maturity.


Distance has never been this vulnerable yet comforting before…

Now I withdraw from my fears, insecurity, and ordeals just to be a little more, just to be a little more.




The Expression of Openness and Void. (#Not a poetry)

How it feels to breath with openness

In mind, in heart, in soul..

Where the wonders and miracles meet me

And disasters and vulnerabilities are immense in cues

What shall I tell in words or how shall I express without them..

As an artist with the love of expression

Or as a writer by putting forward the best possible appropriate combinations of letters..

With openness comes choices, comes chances

With openness comes freedom,

But freedom always has its opportunity cost.

So does this cost be the breath I intake, or the breath I exhale..

What lies or what I hold after paying the cost by my breath

Is it the freedom again or emptiness as void inside, as void inside….?

Is it just the expression of openness and void or a question to self on my life or for my life ..??





The Magical Cave

“With a bunch of friends I joined one of the martial art camps, which were organised on a monthly basis, under the guidance of the renowned Shaolin warier monk. This time it was held on one of the islands of Maldives. The mythological story of the island goes with the rumours of a magical cave where the Goddess resides.

Fortunately, our guide informed that it is not just a rumour, instead the cave is truly magical and legendary in its own ways. We accepted our present opportunity and decided to visit that cave. The cave was considered to be a holy place, and is opened with the help of a Mantra. Entering into it, we found the blessed stone through which the Goddess arrives, and takes away the spirit of that human who devotes its soul to the Goddess.

Hearing this story changed something in me. Something I was unaware of. But since we came back from the cave, I had an unusual feeling about myself. While preparing ourselves for getting started with the training part, I just wanted to flow in the moment and be with just my self. I closed my eyes, with motion i meditated and it took a form of dance which I lived as of those moments.

After I opened my eyes, I saw one of my friends in tears. She had the realisation of her deepest truth, from which she was escaping so far. And this was a hint for me, this was time to be the eye witness of that power which is bigger than all. I mentioned to my another friend to inform my family members and my partner about how much I love them and left.

I walked back into that magical cave & this time it opened without any Mantra. As if, I was supposed to be there in that moment.

I entered the cave, walked through and found the stone of Goddess. While closing my eyes I wished to be taken away, I prayed with all my devotion to leave my body and just be the spirit in my truest form. The stone of Goddess shined bright and brighter, I was witnessing the power I have never met before. And with steps I walked in to that light….I walked into that light…. “


Be the ray of hope you were seeking for,

Be the faith you were searching for,

Be the light you were looking for,

Be the flower you were nurturing for,

Be the love you were looking for,

Be the feeling you were desiring for,

Be the hope you were holding on,

Be the essence you were caring for…




Before My Last Half

With breath, acknowledgement is absent.

Without breath, life is.

When it comes, it’s known through the cry.

When it leaves, all it makes us is quiet.


While we breath hard, we run for life.

While we breath slow, life runs from us.

We fail to decipher the symphony of breath.

The value it gives, to us , to life.


We shut our eyes and mouth, to ignore.

To not listen what it tries to say,

We often plug in our ears with songs.

After being one, it doesn’t survive half for long.


Some realise what one is, rest can’t figure it out.

Half  I am – trying hard and easy, to save what’s left and gain what’s lost.

Dying  each day little by little, takes me more far.

Hope you would hold, before i release my last half…………



Hai aag si ye kashtiyan, zarre zarre mein hai chubhan..

Maan lun main tujhe, jo kar do ye jatan..


Shaam ko thaam lo, roshni ko rok do..

Jal rhi ye rooh jo, jal ka daan do..


Jaan kar anjaan jo, bhasm wo ajeev ho..

insaan ka insaan se, uth raha vishwaas jo.


Ye waqt ki khamoshiyan, laa rhin agaaz hai..

Sochta hai tu kya, ye kroor ka jaal hai..


Jaanta woh nhi, imaan ye atoot hai..

Hoslon ki ye patang, vibhakt se adrishya hai..


Bhu se agyaat tu, haasil na tu kar payega..

Prakriti se janma tu, manushya na ban payega..


Azaadiyan cheekh kar, chheen lengi rakt vo..

Jo desh ka desh se, kar rha vidroh jo..


Kashtiyon ki ye nadi, hai bhari aakrosh se..

Iss chubbhan ki saanjh toh, shunya hogi bhor se..


Jo na thami shaam ye, manzoor ho taap vo..

shaastron se pare, shastra ko na maan do..


Jo pal raha chiraag sa, raakh tu ho jayega..

GOONJ si jo main uthun, tu shikaar ho jayega..tu shikaar ho jayega..