#trek
The Enterprise; She sails again!
Through the velvet sky!
The networks tried to cancel her
But she will NEVER die!
For She is not a ship of steel.
For steel can turn to dust.
She is not a ship of iron.
For iron can turn to rust.
She is not a silver ship
That sails our star flung sky.
More real than that;
A ship of dreams,
And Dreams can never die!
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC
If pain was a friend instead of a burden
– if I could make peace with the unwelcome
– if perhaps I could see her as a teacher,
not in a lecture theatre (distant and with sharp echoes),
but in a private tutorial with soft furnishings
and perhaps a vase of flowers.
– If her lessons came with handouts,
exploring, with pictures, the reason for the searing,
the overwhelming
– but no,
my pain is that annoying parent on a pointless trek,
refusing to stay silent,
incessant in her insistence
that we can’t part ways.
Jan 31, 2023
Jan 31, 2023 at 4:19 PM UTC
In every waking moment, I seek the wretched past
Sleeping and dreaming seem to be a blur
I want an escape from the chaos of my mind
But let me tell you a rhyme nonetheless
The shadows of the incoming evening cool the forest
Like lights glinting through the trees in Ranthambore
Hunters with their rifles and bruises
Have the tiger in their sights, I am silenced with the muzzle
Like the blind, we tracked our way
I am free knowing this day
We followed the jackals and nilgai, out we went
I am veering at every shot, alive, as the raven quiver
Now my lips are shaking and trembling
My heart rushes with its warmth slowly ebbing away
It pumps dreams into my bloodstream, raising itself
Until I am shattered, scrounging for the illusory past
I am filled with regret, maybe I am unable to express
If you read this through and through
You know the power of hunger and desperation
Let's just say I played the cards just like you
I am grateful that I took it easy on myself
Life and sleep seem to be a blur
In a land where the people are blind
I am glad I can see now, where I went wrong
My mind has closed in itself
I know I will miss my Ranthambore
My childhood will miss the search
I will miss it all but I am glad I lived through it all
Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 3:25 PM UTC
Lines map my rough palms.
My nails a jagged notched path,
My hands a trek of bronze.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC
Because all other women (Kingdoms) are weakness; the kingdom of God is built on wisdom for all. Equality in the pursuit of happiness even by the constitution of the state of Florida in retrospect: Justice is not for sale, denial or delay. All men are created equal and the bar was created not to deny these rights but to protect them as ruled by the Supreme court and under the supreme Law of the land; the United States Constitution. As given by divine providence and nuture's God. The nature of the state of mind and the deeds of the mouth spoken from the heart. Evil triumphs when good men do nothing and for this reason governments were instituted just as moses gave the sermon on the mount. America the beautiful promised land given by God in the divinity demonstrated by Jesus and the famous 4 score and 7 years ago even today. Christ Jesus stood at the crossroads of faith truth Justice and the American way to deliver us this beautiful nation of nations so many have taken for granted today although his banner still waves. ;)
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
Now they are memories
like silver threads in a gliding tapestry
how wondrous feeling and smelling the sea breeze
the aromas and excitement of the market
the cool magnificence of the mountains
in late autumn on the brink of winter.
These travels and their newness
still dance in my head
but even now my gut clinches
remembering the effort and focus
on preparations each day.
It’s the dark side of the coin
sadly evoking shame
to even mention it
a blotch in the snow
on the marvelous trek north.
But write it I must.
I wonder if it take courage
to be pitiful in public,
but maybe that’s what poets do
undress in front of everyone.
It is the stuff of nightmares
and here I am doing just that.
On the other hand…
How sweet the peace
and routines
back home
sitting calmly writing
looking out on the back yard
the tallow trees coloring
preparing to shed a variegated carpet below.
Maybe it took travel
to help me appreciate
the beauty of
these serene moments
at home.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
You need
Someone
Who doesn't lead you
Someone
Who doesn't follow you
You need
The one
Who holds you, parallel
All the way
Be sure about it
Else
You are enough
To travel the time
Regard, how far
You have come
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
Marching ahead
Broken paths we trek
Dare we try again?
Onward, Homestead
Let us trudge ahead
And never bow our heads
Even in death
We’ll make it to the Homestead
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC
He first saw her from across the street
She was arguing with a vendor and from the smile that adorned
Her beautiful face he could tell she'd won
Her igneous personality attracted him to her
There was no way he could not get attached
He was keenly watching all her movements
Committing to memory all that made her dissimilar to others
Her steps were fainéant
Like she had all the time in the world
He was beguiled by the way her hips swayed when she walked
He could not not follow her
He could not not know her
He followed her at the same pace
The thrill of hearing her voice for the first time made his heart race
But that could wait
For now he was content with watching her tread
She switched paths and walked into a building
A dance studio
He felt giddy just thinking of watching her dance
He knew she'd be great at it
The lightness in her steps hinted at it
He entered the building slowly
He was bubbling with anticipation as he searched for her everywhere
He walked into a room and found her
She was facing the door
She looked like she'd been waiting for him to come
"I've been stalking you for awhile
You might need to get a restraining order"
He smiled sheepishly
"I know"
She replied
Her smile promised no restraining orders in future.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
But I was,
Between 11 and 12.
I was a Vulcan ruled by Logic.
Chief Science Officer on a starship
Disdainful of the soft, mere humans
Who surrounded me.
Who had invaded my planet
Polluting my atmosphere with their emotions.
With indomitable desires,
With their fear and their jealousies.
With their pleas to my heart
And their illogical presumptions.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
one night
when I can walk out
and see the stars again
flooding a clear upturned
sky bowl like still lanterns,
I will say
this is my home!
this is my city!
one day
when I wake to the
morning calls of birds
and a solemn flood of
silence at daybreak,
I will say
this is my home!
this is my city!
one afternoon
drowsy and calm,
settling into a book
as dogs lay sideways
under umpteen trees,
I will say
this is my home!
this is my city!
and in evenings
spent in undisturbed
meetings and charm,
and roads untarnished
bright-lit and sparse,
I will say
this is my home!
this is my city!
I know I will have
to go in search of one,
waiting is a hazardous
stagnancy except in love,
for where the peace is,
I will say
is my home!
is my city!
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
somewhere
deep within
the heap of
habit,
a forest dusk
hum echoing
through ages
and time,
clean as a shroud,
pure as a womb,
await the embers
of a bonfire...
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
Let’s not even get to the heart of the matter.
Let’s dabble on the fringes of this childlike fascination.
That overgrown ball of imagination, the undisputed love and wonder,
The fear and reverence, the visual squalor.
Infinite eyes, Infinite lies.
Brushed aside for the sake of absolutely nothing.
Meticulous strokes across an endless canvas—
Ripples of beauty in the mind’s eye.
Wish that it lasts forever.
Wish that you never die.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
Seventeen I Was ! Much Stupid To Be Called Sane ! Yes like every other girl I too had a dream world where I was “Marzi Ki Mallika” the very thought of being matured haunted me & being a teenager you just can’t avoid the driving crazy adrenaline rush that you get when you fantasise stuff of being in love. My fantasies resulted in prettily adorable pieces of poems and bits of stories where A Boy fell in love with A Girl. I had dated my dreams since forever & it was amazing & what justifies this statement of mine is that they never disappoint ! talking to people knowing stories making new friends and sharing memories with old one’s that was indeed perfect to me ! I always tried to describe that perfectly adorable moment of falling in love in the best possible way I could fantasise ! Not too soon I realized that moment cannot be emphasised !
THAT MOMENT IS A CAPTURED MEMORY
Turned 23 Yay ! Loads Of Birthday Presents ! Wishes ! Hearty Felicitations ! etc etc 6 years passed since then & I remained the same still much stupid to be called sane ! Maa smiles while she still wakes me up in the morning saying Kobe Boro Hobi (when will you grow up). I giggle and hug her knowing not when !! I see the beautiful stock of my soft toys which helped me remain childish when suddenly my mirror reported about how messy my hair was ! OH GAWED maaa… my instant reaction was !
I was told love happens when matured ! I herd the same but fortunately dared not to believe ! Th0 I knowingly knew that dating a girl like me a guy will have to fall in love with my messed up stuff he needs to constantly date my love for 3a.m coffee & my craziness for maggi accompanied with coke ! My idiotic obsessions with vampire & songs of Nusrat & Kishore & perhaps tolerate the constant humming of those part of songs which I loved ! Questioned my self quiet frequently about will my love accompany me while I trek through the mighty mountains will he accompany me in my best moments of life will he even accept me the way I am !?? such questions did nothing but made me fall asleep which ended up in GOOD MORNINGS with Bournvita !
Usual mornings and unusual days thereafter ! mobile rings I ran to pick up the call it was none other than my beloved going to be husband AASHIQ
Good morning ! come lets plan out something crazy ! Adrenaline rush What About A Trek At Ladakh ! Readily agreeing to the proposal I said yes ! We drove together as I discovered his playlist matched mine ! with each passing moment I got the answers to much awaited stupid questions ! while I was unanswerable to his lone question why I had smiled while he drove ! We got down amidst green surroundings he picked up a piece of sugarcane and nervously began to chew on it as he was humming one of my favourite songs, He looked at me like I was the only **** thing that’ll ever matter to him looking constantly into my eyes he blurred out ILOVEYOU&WANTTOMARRYYOU;
I always valued crazy memories but this was the craziest one perhaps ! I started laughing unwantedly pointing at his face ! His front tooth had broken! He had been trying to be a stud only to impress me he tried to peel the sugarcane with his teeth & somehow ended up loosing the bottom part of his front incisor !
I Blushed later ! My face betrayed two expressions – Amusement & Shyness !
I Fell In Love Unknowingly Without A Parachute ! much madness was added when I couldn’t resist saying ILOVEYOU
His eyes met mine with a sparkle of mischief AKHO AKHO ME PYAR HOGAYA
Committed ! Not Confused !
Start Of A New Journey Hands In Hands We Start Our Trek ! !
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
Going to sleep is the scariest thing.
Not because of nightmares
Or sleep walking or whatever else,
But because of the uncertainty.
The uncertainty that a new day will start,
That your life won't be significantly altered,
Or that your loved ones will be the same.
Normal people don't dread sleep though,
But there's just something about cancer
That makes sleep an uneasy task.
Having a mother with cancer will change your entire life.
From dreading the thing you cherished most,
To not knowing how to live your life.
You become used to being woken up for
Middle of the night treks to the ER.
And to think about becoming used to that
Well, that's enough to make you sick.
But you have no choice but to trudge through,
You have to seem strong and stable,
But going to sleep is the scariest thing.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
Officer: "They're requesting communication sir"
Khan: "Let them eat static"
Officer: They are running with shields down
Khan: "Ah of course, we are one big happy fleet
Kirk, the old friend, do you know the old
Klingon proverb that tells us revenge is a dish best served cold?
It is very cold in space..
hahahahahah!!!
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
Beyond all boundaries, internal and external, we reach for the stars.
Alternative paradigm, paradise distributed, consciousness applied.
So alien, it seems, to be a believer in the power of human will.
The balance of forces, a mastery of the terrestrial realm, not its capital,
but its land, environment. Econ, Eco, eco-nomy, marx missed.
George, progress and poverty, all the money you make will never buy back
your soul. Your kingdom, question the system, change your values!
Ecoculture, biodomes, organic farming, zero point energy.
Ecoculture, biodomes, organic farming, zero point energy.
Every stretch, every connection, closer to perfection.
Unfit for human consumption, sporadic. Disss
Peace and prosperity to the world, live long and love well.
Acceptance and appreciation, Agape, education, economic democracy
cosmic consciousness!
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
So, Mr Nimoy,
Your time has finally come,
Your long and prosperous life is done,
And now your being typecast in a better place.
Nomore will you voyage through space,
Or sing those silly songs on youtube.
It was always your tube, Nimoy,
When you paced the bridge of the Enterprise.
Now you've been beamed up for good,
And your first officer's log is closed.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
Today a part of me died .
Today I said goodbye
My core dreams took a blow
Goodbye my friend
Leonard Nimoy
Live long and prosper
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
I've digressed to a point where I can't appreciate
making every decision with logic, without fail;
That's something I could never imagine I'd hate.
There was a time when my anger had a point to illustrate;
Now I curse and condemn and convey to no avail.
I've digressed to a point where I can't appreciate.
There was a time when my anger would not abate;
Now my cool and calm demeanor has learned to prevail.
That's something I could never imagine I'd hate.
There was a time when his endless curiosity, I'd sate;
Now his tirade of questions is aimed at another male.
I've digressed to a point where I can't appreciate.
There was a time when his mere image would aggravate;
Now my spirit holds not the anger his proximity should entail.
That's something I could never imagine I'd hate.
There was a time when I could be near and not disintegrate;
Now at the very sight of these two men, needs must I quail.
I've digressed to a point where I can't appreciate,
And that's something I could never imagine I would hate.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
A person’s strongest dreams
are about what he can’t do
Given the power, he would
do extraordinarily self destructive things
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC