Rising above the skies

Realism has giving up embedded within it. Idealism on the contrary involves having a vision, in which a person perceives no boundaries to be a limitation. On this planet, who so ever, has achieved the greatest feats have been idealists, who envisioned a dream, did not think it was impossible to become a reality and fought for it till it became a reality. People including Gandhi, Mandela, Iqbal or Weihenmayer were dreamers. Read more


“The orient of light”

Although certain facts are crystal clear and are more obvious than an apple being an apple, certain facts strike you with a ferocious force, putting all your thought processes back into action. It probably is because of the mélange of ways in which a certain aspect of an entity can be described. Read more

“Just another believer”

Yet again, as every bit starts to fall apart, after every bit decides to not pick up again and every bit decides to die, and every nook of hope disappears, things start to pick up again and those radiant flames are turned into cold ashes and smoke; a manifestation of where those radiant flames once were. Read more

“Thank you for being my hope”

Recently, questions have whipped up areas in my mind and an excruciating pain has settled its roots. It is not only other people who take the liberty to intrude into the little sphere I inhabit, instead it is me myself too. I myself am the culprit. In this moment, I feel a barrier that separates me from me. There is a part within me which remains locked and is inaccessible. It may or may not possess certain jewels. Read more

“I love you dad”

It has nearly been 5 years since my dad left this world, and there has not been a day in which I have not missed him. Every memory remains clearly engraved on my mind; at the worst of times, flashing images associated with that incident strike my mind at a blinding pace. To some extent, I have become a prisoner of my own past, longing to relive the moments already gone by. That longing will only remain a longing. Some wishes cannot come true. It is for this reason that understanding the essence of situations started to become more significant to me. Apart from this, nothing could have really offered me a consolation to vanquish that dreadful day in my life. Read more

“Hold a mirror and if you write it may show you a different reflection every time”

The reason why I am writing is to give birth to the voice with in my head. A voice that incessantly keeps popping within your head, whilst you write something. It is this voice that has helped me immensely in the past, and with time, I have realized that this is going to form a forte to my writing skill. More than anything it is this voice that is important. Read more