#lifegoals
Success isn’t always about luxuries.
It’s about gifting yourself small joys,
traveling to the corners of the world you once dreamed of,
paying your own bills without hesitation,
and living peacefully in a space that feels like home —
free from confusion and tension.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 11:45 PM UTC
i should be resting
the bustling cars changed to windy fields
i should be thriving
finally safe to take off the mask of secrecy
but why can i hear the injustice louder
the farther i go
why do i feel the call even stronger
when i just let go
is it not my dream to be free
the happy-go-lucky
yet it still feels like I’m pretending
the pain is alive somewhere, beating
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
Come and hop aboard my lifelong childhood cause
Before the swirl in the ocean makes it come to a pause
It’s not at all what it seems
Just trying to fulfil my dreams
Paddling up stream, to reach a sandy shore
Seeing distant island mirages, with no solid ocean floor
Time to get me off this sail, before its put up for sale
I’ll instead join a holy cause, that one day, will find the holy grail.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
It keeps giving me the chills,
Is it a battle of uphills?
How can I guess the outcome,
When I'm still not clear of what I'll become,
Can I make the perfect choice?
And will I be able to rejoice?
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
Clueless
i solve the tangled beads
chaotic sequence of anxiety
each bead has a peculiar ding
some are noise
and some are euphony
i bought this chain years back
it was less tangled then ,
however i entwine it bad
shop fortune smuggled me this chain
gave me deal , to untangle this chain
And live eternity ....
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
I can't decide,don't know what to do,
I look around but I find no clue.
Is it some other quest of life too?
I can't decide,I can't even move...
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
We'll run away together, love
To the shores of Italy
Among the rows of grape vines
Beneath the willow trees
We'll buy a villa in Positano
Red brick and marble, by the sea
We'll dance with wine and moonlight
If you'll run away with me
In the boutiques and cafes
We'll drink espresso and high tea
The pebble streets call out your name
Come with me now, let's flee
A one-way ticket is simply frugal
I'm sure you will agree
We'll kiss beneath the Elba stars
And create a new reality
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
I imagine that i could fly and pilot ,
All my hopes , with all my wit.
No one dreams to be a 'Chaiwala'
And neither do i.
Don't want to be called as 'Chotu'.
A 'Doctor' before my name ,
Is what people will look up to.
And i wonder now ,
If all those reservations ,
And all those scholarships,
Can lead me to my perfect way?
Give me something to aspire ,
I fantasize to have light ,
Equivalent to the Sun ,
It's own and the most.
Give my Wings , Dear Lord .
I need to fly up high ,
Don't abolish them
Or one star in the sky will be gone forever.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
Tires rolling on the road
Windows down, feel the flow
Just kick back and take it slow
Returning to the simplistic
Hands now gliding on the breeze
Rising and diving with ease
Like a dolphin through the sea
Back to simplistic
Anywhere that breeze blows
I will also dare to go
Anywhere that breeze blows
I wanna kiss it!
I don't want to miss it!
Cause' I wanna vibe with the divine
Have my marrow and essence entwined
Into substance translucently sublime
Back to simplistic
Anywhere that breeze blows
I will also dare to go
Anywhere that breeze blows
I wanna kiss it!
I don't want to miss it!
Cause' I wanna vibe with the divine
Have my marrow and essence entwined
Into substance translucently sublime
Back to simplistic
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
Pulled apart by thought, not horses.
Imagined enemies have become my saviours.
Truth peddlers work for free, liars require restitution.
Free thought is seldom without its price.
I am not always right, even when I am.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
Treads like fingers leave
prints on wet surfaces
in snow, rain or Spring,
Footprints take striding shortcuts in Summer,
to beat the heat, across the asphalt black Earth-
top and broken white striped runner,
Sounds like layers of
whispers get trapped
in the branches of trees
until the leaves Fall,
Wings, cup to spill and milk the most out of
cluttered cacophony and coldest Winter air,
silent above it all, my constant boulevard,
my search is for wings.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC