Just thoughts...

An impact a thought, word or an act makes Leaves a deep scar, to heal great effort it takes Not an easy job for a wound of the past to patch All good deeds go by but a single bad one our mind may catch The memories of helpful days are soon forgotten in time Why shouldn't those good things stay but a petty crime To err is human but to forgive they say is divine Find a fault of other is easy but couldn't be mine In fact its tough to say those two very straight and simple words 'Its okay' and even tougher to mean em from your heart of hearts Even the so called mythical golden heart of the fable  Is rarely strong enough to forget and forgive yet be able A grudge can be carried for generations to come along  It becomes an evil inheritance to the next for none their wrong Wasn't it a mere grudge of families that killed Romeo and his beloved  Wouldn't there be happily ever after had they thrown the grudge off their head Its a mighty task to e...

                                       The florist dusted the counters. Again he had to discard the flowers. It was a tricky business. Everyday you had to keep the freshest of flowers, there could be no cheating over here. You could be caught easily. And the last few months had been terrible. No more was the business in full swing. Other than the odd customer all was in shambles. But he hadn't given up hope. The day was cloudy. Again not much of a day for business. But he was a bit happy today. Finally after a rigorous search he had found the exotic Iris flower. The one which was the envy of all florists. One of the best out there. He had displayed it on the topmost shelf. It occupied a position of honour in his shop. It was simply beautiful. He was not going to sell it all. No not for any price. Whatever may it be. He settled down for another dreary day. He propped himself on the cos...

When the clouds gather and huddle, Sky darkens over the dainty cover, The small pit is now about to be a puddle, Thoughts spring about that imaginary lover. Whistles blown by the windy air, Rustling through leaves and heaves alike, Opening umbrellas and coats as a precautionary care, The feel of an upcoming event you might like. The flashes of light streak across the sky, And that sudden glow in the darkened lair, All eyes turn upwards appraising the high, It booms warning you step out only if you dare. The first drop catches the skin unawares, Bringing back from the reverie of dreams, The vendors, hawkers in haste gather their wares, Ha! lurking rain in the bowels of clouds breaks the seams.  All the quiet and silence disappears in a flash, As it starts squeaking, slashing over the rack, In no time it gains force pouring a dash, Run for shelter find it soon or get a smack. Darkness all around calls for thoughts of dread, Think...

                                      Why is it that we have so many things pulling us back, Some times we need to rethink our steps as many times until we crack Its true that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, Yet every trouble seems so huge and ends making us so damn tense Getting evaluated, rated or judged by some random standards, Always running  a race on weary legs begging so much to be free birds If only we could break away even for a while from the crowd, To take a very deep breath, deep indeed and then let it out real loud Time has its own pace, passing away so fast slipping as sand, Being mobbed, robbed or simply lobbed makes one fear to raise a hand Every one has to be measured by the same scale, I ask by whom? Shut out all your gifts for all you to is add to the already crowded room Dreams then remain the only out let for o...

               Tears rolled across her moist eyes. It was decided then. She took firm yet fragile steps towards the beach and the raving sea. The same beach where she used to relish as a kid. The same beach where she used to relish and rejoice as a kid. The same beach where she had fussed at the sea for scattering her sand castles. The naked feet and the sand beneath. It was all too familiar. The 'bhelvala' had packed up his stall and was on the move. It was almost twilight. The sun in the distance was a vibrant red. So bright yet not intense. This was the place, she had frequented the most as a child. Never before had this beach heard her sobs. The only tears she shed here were of pristine joy. But it was a different scenario today. Her brain was in a muddle. Her heart was in trouble. She had not lived up to the expectations. Everyone had expected a lot of her. The expectant smiles replayed in the theatre of her mind. The way the elder ones would...

               At times we read about newer discoveries in the stream of quantum physics. Sadly this word is being used very loosely nowadays. The relation between the actual existence of things is being made more and more complicated. Science has made man to refine sources of energy. Energy has been just in the reach of human intellect. And man has been trying to polish it and make it more exploitable. But at this juncture we forget that there is an avenue beyond energy and it is much more expansive. That avenue is the "vibrations". The vibrations are much more subtle than energy. As we have merely been acquainted with dual nature of particles. This is really a great thought been developed by De Broglie (properly pronounced as 'Dee Broye'). Particularly the wave part. This article is not on scientific terms, but I had to resort to them just for an introduction. The Human body is much more than it is seen by human eyes. It has a much more subtle...

Don't change for the sake of somebody Polishing, relishing, frolicking your way Its a crime to force yourself for some Maddy Simply chuck it away ♪ Living to match the standards set out Running the rat race with drudgery overcoming what is only laid about Simply chuck it and clearly see ♪ Great men said great things for us  Get inspired but not blind Carve your own path drive your own bus Simply chuck the past behind ♪ At times when the devil of anger creeps Give it a vent to lose it all Jump high as you can but remember no one really weeps Simply chuck and let it fall ♪ No one is going to give you a medal for your pamper Neither for your branded styled jeans Criticism, take it in but not let it hamper Simply chuck those plans and use your means ♪ It is the mad ones who make it large So don't smother the sleeping maniac Let it grow big and break, push and barge Simply chuck off what's on the spoon-fed rack ♪ On your way to...