It's perfectly fine to feel emotionally tired...sometimes even the heart needs a break...don't be too ******* yourself...just breathe and try to relax.

A setback is never the end of the world...rather it is an opportunity to make a spectacular comeback.

We waste so much time thinking what people might say or think...and in the end people only think or say. Be fearless when it comes to following your dreams. Take decisions which you want to take. Regardless of what people might say or think about you...remember that the only person to whom you owe anything is yourself.

No experience in life goes to waste..Be it a good one or a bad one...You always learn something.

Be kind to everyone...for every person you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.

Her face gave away absolutely nothing
But her eyes.. I could never forget
It was as blue as the sea
A man could drown in those eyes
I could see the waves of different emotions travelling through her eyes
I could see the beauty of the sky
It was as if she held the entire galaxy in her eyes
The rage and strength of the sun
The calming beauty of the moon
The magical seduction of the stars
I wonder what celestial dreams she held in them
Or what untold pain she must be concealing?
Perhaps her eyes were a library of secrets
Or maybe they were filled with desires still waiting to be fulfilled
Those eyes.. They said so much and yet there was so much mystery to them
Those eyes.. I don't know if I'll ever see them again
But I know I'll never forget them....

I can feel the smell of fresh earth in the air
Cool breeze
Swaying trees
An assortment of dark clouds in the sky
Lightning and thunder
There's a storm coming
And then there's the storm of feelings brewing inside my head as I sip my cup of tea
The first drop of rain kisses the earth
It starts with a little pitter patter
And then there's just an absolute downpour of emotions
It's like the sky is crying it's heart out
And the sound is like some symphony
And every now and then it reaches a crescendo and then calms down again
The birds are flying hither tither
Some take shelter in my window ledge and sill
Some cars and motorcycles stop in their tracks
People on the road taking their umbrellas out
Those without one scampering for cover
Some drenching their hearts out in the rain
As it starts to flood a bit some kids make paperboats and set them out on the rainwater sea..
As I watched these scenes from my window I couldn't help but think of my childhood days
Days when I used to feel more and think less
But then I guess with age you grow wiser or maybe dumber or a bit timid..i don't know..
As a kid the rains for me was all about having a good time
Now it's all about watching and reminiscing the childhood days

I came knocking at your heart
But you never responded

Love is not just a four letter word..it's an ocean of emotion. The value of this word is immense. The impact of these words is deep. So when you say or express these words to someone..do so only if you sincerely mean it..for this is a word not to be played with.

I'm hoping for rain on a clear sky day
I guess the optimist in me is really putting his reputation at stake

People may come and go from your life
But your words will always be with you
They'll never betray you
Sometimes they might catch a flu
But till the very end they will stick with you

The radio keeps playing our favourite song
And my mind gets flooded with memories of a beautiful past
Its a shame we're not together anymore
'Coz I hate listening to this song all by myself...
..It's too painful

With the most amazing skills and utmost care the bird weaves her magic and creates her nest
Twigs..leaves..small branches..pieces of metal..wires..plastic.. whatever she can find she uses to the best
It is one of the most beautiful creations that I've seen
Piece by piece.. Bit by bit..she weaves her magic and constructs a masterpiece
She flies and explores all around and comes back carrying the raw materials for her nest
She uses her beak to perfection and creates a final product worth marvelling over
The nest is her abode.. Her refuge of peace and comfort
She rests and lays eggs and welcomes her young ones there
She flies around and brings back food for her little ones
Being fed by their mother makes the little ones squeak in joy
She remodels the nest every now and then
And if you so much as try to touch it she gets angry

A lot of pigeons live in my window sill
So I've had the good fortune of observing them and their nests from close quarters
The nests are truly a work of art
It's wonderful having these birds around so close
I get to observe their progression right from the hatching of the egg to where they first enter this world to them becoming an adult and flapping their wings with confidence and power and flying away to the skies

When the answer to a problem gives rise to another problem it's so frustrating and challenging

Dear lover... Would you let me rest my head in your lap just for a moment?
Underneath the shadows of your luscious hair
Your serene face
Your beautiful smile
Your mesmerising eyes
Your intoxicating aroma...
...For that is where lies my paradise of thoughts and my refuge of peace.

I have never met you
And yet I keep writing about you
Maybe I hope to meet you someday
Sometimes I wonder do you actually even exist?
Are people like you still out there?
People who genuinely love and care
People who don't judge
People who are quite selfless
People who are patient
People who are ready to listen
But then again when I don't possess those qualities myself..
...its wrong and hypocritical of me to expect that from someone else

Some days I have nightmares
Sometimes I can't sleep
At times I feel depressed
But I have no complaints
Everyday is a new day
The sun comes up
The sun goes down
It's just that it's the same old me
I wake up..somehow get through the day..and then retire to my bed
And it's the same old world
The same noises
The same violence
The same racism
The same anxiety
The same negative thoughts
The same broken hopes and dreams
The same messed up city
I hope things change
Though sometimes I think I'm a fool for having hopes

We were always focused on anatomy
And never really worked on our chemistry
I guess that's why now we are history

A pen and paper is all I need to get me through the day
An array of emotions
A barrage of questions
An assortment of thoughts
All poured out on those pages
Sometimes tears fills those pages
Sometimes those pages meet bins
Sometimes they're greeted with a smile
Whatever be the day..
Whatever be my state of mind..
A day without writing something just doesn't feel right
The turmoil and euphoria that goes on in my heart and head..
The ideas and the imagination that run through my mind...
...i just need to pen it down
Sometimes I think I could keep writing till my dying day...
During my final moments I'd  probably be...
Hairless
Toothless
Perhaps with limited vision
And I'd still keep scribbling something on those pages....

We meet everyday
And yet you seem like a stranger to me
Sometimes I wonder.. Are you the same person?
Or have I changed?

Sometimes people don't need advice
They just need an eager and patient ear

I'd rather be known as a loser than a quitter.

I'm deeply inspired by ants
Even in the most adverse of circumstances the ant keeps fighting till it's last breath
We as humans shouldn't give up that easily.. We shouldn't surrender at the first sign of hardship..We owe it to ourselves to try
I know it's easier said than done but we gotta try

Sometimes we make the wrong choices to get to the right place.