Just thoughts...

Things dont even matter when you don't care, Why is it that even then you think to dare. No relation, no connection, no emotion yet sad, No fault, yet it feels futile, worse than being just mad. There wasn't a thing, not the smallest of links there, All was mere supposition on this silly part I swear. Why should it hurt when there was never a wound, No pain yet its bad enough going back around. Thinking is of no use some say, some say ignore, If only it was so easy you are all but called a bore. No one really cares for what you think of it, For all have their life to live playing the small bit. Your mind's a mess, a bad mess but why, Can't understand just as the wide blue sky. Why did the mind had the silly chocolate of hope, And when you see the empty wrapper you know its the end of the rope. The world is going on its way all the time and days, No one has got time for your chatter and meddling ways. The healing of an imaginary wound which...

Dear God,          Hope this letter finds you in good health. Had debated quite a lot on whether to make this a formal or an informal one. But then decided on an informal letter. I do know that you are super busy. Thought that you might not even open my letter. Ha! but always keep trying they say. So this letter is nothing but what I wanted to say and I hope that you hear me out.        I do not know how you look, but you might be soo... old. I heard many say that it was you who made this world. You are the one who makes those tiny leaves sway or make my heart beat. You seem to be powerful. So many questions arise about you. There are so many things, I want to talk to you about. I'll limit myself though. Aren't you the one who made us so diverse. But God this diversity of yours is troubling us so much. It was so nice of you to make each one of us unique. Sadly though, we all here run the same race. All my friends are superb. Everybody has ...

Confused, is the word for my mind right now, Thoughts swirl about yet do not settle don't know how. The person I haven't even talked to even smiled at, How can she take over all the space like a spoilt brat. Its just me sway, many a ones in the sway, At times it seems wise enough to keep thoughts away. But the smallest of glimpse or the liltest of thought, Unsettles, rattles, battles like a petal in a storm caught. Waste of time, distraction, are the phrases they use, All set aside yet the innocence of my thoughts a ruse? Why do they not understand, how it is to leave the ground, Fly about in the winds of love and have those words all around. Can't put it to words nor approach her, yet a hope stays, Wishing for that something to happen someday before we part ways. Beauty in the eyes of the looker, some say it is not, Rather not, but if it crosses the lines wars were fought. All just many a supposition and a silly proposition ...

  The crowd erupts in cheers as the runner crosses the finish line. The racer none other than the flying Sikh Milkha Singh. As the movie finishes with a cliche India vs Pakistan showdown, some thoughts run the laps of my mind. A race they say is either won or lost. Each one of us runs a race. The moment you take in the first whiff of Oxygen you are pushed of into a race. Everyone has their own hurdles on the way. There has been no one till date who hasn't stumbled at least once in this race of life. While we run this race there are laps when we walk hands in hands with our fellow brethren. Some laps where we simply sprint caring not a bit for the world. Some laps where we keep looking behind or even ahead at the front runner. But rarely do we find the one runner who runs his own race. Seldom are such people found in this race track.    We see many stumbling around this track of life because of their mistakes. Not an ounce of shame there. But sadly more than these man...

Cracking open the shell was quite a job for me  Pecking at it hard enough just the wide world to see And when the first ray of light hits out like a beam  I head out and step into the cosy nest easy it may seem Being fed by my mother when I was young and weak The mere wings and soft feathers were my home to speak  All was so hazy and lazy so don't quite remember it As I grew I could feel my wings raring to go bit by bit My mother egging me forward from the cliff to make the jump The first flight wobbly, scary, fairy and dreary with many a bump Looking down from the sky above Oh! it was really scary The wind under my wings pushing me ahead fun yet weary Time ran exploring the blue skies and chirping away Soon I had to leave my home for shelter night and day It was quite a task to find my lovely little soul mate But equal a joy it was when she and me went on a date Even those days slipped by and fast it was soon That I didn't  notice how ...

    The nature of light has been one of the most debated topics of the scientific community. Some call for its particle nature while some for its wave nature. But leaving the scientific face aside let us wear the mask of the lay for a while. There are innumerable myriad occurrings around us. One such thing that puzzles me is 'light'. What is life without this very phenomenon. Can you imagine living minus the sensation of this very light. For me it is excruciatingly impossible.      Even to think that I might have not had the sensation of light to my eyes is scary. Spare a silent thought for whom we call the 'blind'. A refined way to denote them is 'visually impaired '. But changing words hardly changes fact. The life they live. The steps they take. For us the opposite of light is dark. But for them what is dark? What do they actually see.? Is it completely blinding light or pitch black darkness? One wonders what is it exactly? Colours form such an integral par...

           Emotions well up sometimes finding no outlet in your heart. At times there are so many things which we feel like expressing but can hardly do so. Thoughts are so damn powerful. In fact according to me thoughts are the most underrated things out there in this world. The importance they carry is undeniable. But sadly as many a times we do not realise the importance of our thoughts. This is the real cause of all our troubles. How aware we ought to be when we think is never said about. All we hear is getting preached about morally right behaviour and ethics. The only thing the gen z hates is getting preached around by posers.         But the only thing that we need to know is that our thoughts do matter a lot. sometimes I wonder what are thoughts. In fact a thought is the biggest mystery to mankind. When we think what is it that we actually do? As human beings we posses the mysterious ability to think. And we ought to learn how t...