WHY I AM A WRITER...

People I know have always asked me why I have not taken up writing as my career. Well, I am a writer. Not that I am the author of a bestseller or I am a freelance writer, but yes I am a writer. And why I am one, when I have a terrific professional career, well, a writer helps me be everything.

Being a writer, I am a doctor who saves lives. An engineer who gives patents to his invention. A lawyer who battles for truth. An architect who gives life to stones. A sculptor who creates fountains of nothingness.

I can be a warrior failing in dust or a princess wearing a crown of emeralds.

Being a writer I am nature’s precious child. I can be the star in a majestic constellation. The corals of a jubilant reef. The whisper of the scarlet skies. The fragrance of a forgotten flower. The sweetness of the forbidden fruit. The cry of a dying forest, the rendezvous of a sparkling river. The elegance of a panorama. The iridescence of a rainbow. The song of an early bird. The melting snow, the blazing flames...

Being a writer, I am an adventure. I wander through the avenues of New York. I hunt for treasures in the ancient ruins of the Egyptians. I have a home in the parallel universe. I skate down the ivory Himalayan Mountains. I am a discovery undiscovered. A secret untold, a song unsung, a journey unraveled…

Being a writer, I am the vision of a blind. The voice of the dumb. The silence that is unheard. The strength of the fragile. The richness of the poor. The beauty of an un-prepossessed. The smile of a tear. The hope of the helpless. The fortune of fate. The innocence of brutality. The life of death. The possibility of the impossible…

Being a writer I am everything I ever wanted to be. I am what I can never be.

I love the essence of ivy ink bringing scented pages to life. I love the feeling of leading a million lives in one. I love the sight of words transforming my memories and dreams. I find peace in the echoes of my thoughts.

The pride of praise, the haunting of happiness makes me a writer…

Maybe I have an impeccable career ahead that will earn me great fortunes, but being a writer earns me these unlived moments, a quest that lingers with every piece of writing or poetry, a life that is a very mine!

CLOSING CYCLES

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.
Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.

Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.

You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister.
Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.

That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.

Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.

Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.

Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.

Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.”

Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back.
Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need.
This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.

Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life.

Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.

Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.

SHE STILL WAITS..

She looked at the crystal waters of the lake. Except for the chirping birds, there was not a sound to be heard. She looked closer now. The light from the moon gave her wrinkled face a strange radiance. Her dry, charred lips smiled a baby’s smile. The light of the night hid the dark circles beneath her dull, grey eyes. Yet, they sparkled like twin diamonds peeking from a heap of burnt coal. Silver strands of her hair were pulled into a tight bun. She closed her eyes, drifting away to a world that was her very own.

As a child, she was the apple of every eye. Innocence and cheer streamed from the little girl’s face. There was not a single person who doted upon this little angel. As our angel grew, she developed wings, ready for a flight through the journey called life.

A young lass, a little mature for her age, she was a perfect blend of beauty with brains. She had the aura of a princess, the euphony of a fore-lone melody, the insight of a goddess. Love, kindness, humility, truth, forgiveness found abode in her soul. Her ethereal spirit made her an ethos of her times.

Like every other girl of her age, she too had dreams. Dreams of a young man who would sweep her off her feet and take her to the moon. A man who would share her soul like his very own. Her soul mate who would give her life its ultimate meaning. She lay wait for the time when her dream would come true…

She had her first and last heart break when she had just slipped into the bliss of womanhood. One stormy evening, by the sea, she had sensed her dream transforming into reality. She had met the man who defied her soul. They both had fallen in love!

Just when the two impeccable beings were to be bound by the sacred thread of marriage, death severed one of their lives. For a woman of her massif strength, she could survive the harsh twist of fate. Yet, she still waited…

As time flew, like it always does, she devoted her life to the less fortunate ones. Held by the shackles of effortless sacrifice, she grew to be an epitome of courage and hope to many. Like the waves of the sea that clasp the hot sands for a while, she was to lives thirsting for a bit of love and care. The heat from the aging years had melted her beauty, but it had failed to melt the tender heart that lay await for her dream to come true..

Swimming through the ocean of her memories, she came back to the shores of her present moments. The stillness of the dark waters found a companion in the loneliness of the night. Her comrade was nowhere to be found. Her patience now died a slow death. She took a step forward. As the vaults of heavens opened to safeguard its new found treasure, her wait finally ended!

You And I :P

Well, I am jobless. And when I am jobless I write fiction!
I dream,I write!

The pink blushing sun,

The suave blue sea,

Or was it just you and me?

The wide green earth,

The silver gleaming stream,

Or was it just you and me?

The soft pouring rain,

The last few drops of dew,

Or was it just me and you?

The wet whispering wind,

The silky shy trees,

Or was it just you and me?

The astral gaze of heaven,

The darkest secrets of the sea,

Or was it just you and me....

A void memory flung,in the vast violet sky,

It was always you

And never an ' I '!

SHATTERED!

I sat looking at the pelting rain drops. They felt so serene, anointed by the touch of the divine heavens, so chaste, showering the prolific earth with an emerald ebullience. The rain carried an astral fragrance with it; reminding me of the dusty memories lost somewhere in the silvery mist of yesteryears. I looked down; the marble floor below was damp too! I checked the windows. They were perfectly sealed, hiding my room from the outside world. The reflection in the mirror hanging in my room reminded me of a thirsty traveler in a desert looking for an oasis. I looked closer. I could see the fury outside being reflected in my eyes. No, it could not be the outside world being reflected in a crystal lake of emotions. It had to be my inner world, a world that lay hidden from the rest of the world. 

I looked at the photo frame on the table beside my bed. Six happy faces seemed to stare at me with a benign smile. As I took the photo frame in my trembling hands, realization hit me from all the sides. Every bit of me crumbled like star dust. Truth seemed too bitter to digest. Fury, disappointment, pain, loneliness all seemed to flood my world at one instance. Science was proved wrong. My anger was in no way evaporating my tears. Instead it acted as a catalyst.
These were the people I trusted, these were the people who knew about my darkest dreams, the ones who had at one point of time set me free from the shackles of hopelessness and today they were the same people who had bombarded my world in to a zillion pieces. The tender thread of trust had been severed, and I was thrown into a universe of nothingness.  The ones who never understood my words, would never understand my silence, the ones who could not respect my knowledge would never mock at my ignorance! 

Lost in my thoughts, I dropped the frame down. Surprisingly the glass shattered into just a few pieces. The photograph inside remained untouched. After a few trials, I was successful in fixing the glass pieces once again, yet cracks remained. The benign smiles now were unclear. I needed a new frame. This time, a much stronger one that could withstand my tempests of anger and misunderstandings. I had no heart to meddle with the photograph inside or the people in it. I picked up the phone to make a few calls. The rain had just then stopped outside.….

AND LOVE IS....

The question of “What is love?” has been asked through ages immemorial. I have a simple answer for it. Love is just ‘the absence of hate’. As a matter of fact, the whole universe is built on the element of love, and the presence of hate would lead to its ultimate downfall!

The Chinese philosophy states that ‘the soul’ is made up of the five basic elements: the prolific earth, the lambent breeze, the passionate flames, the roaring seas and the eternal sky. When all these elements are bound by the essence of love a ‘soul’ is created. Perhaps this is the reason when two people come together for a life time bound by the sacred ceremony of love; they are called ‘soul mates’!

Simply put, the absence of hate paves way for love. The soul manifests it as different emotions; friendship, kindness, forgiveness, humility, sacrifice, passion, joy…
Romance being the most prominent of them, is always mistaken as the ‘universal love’ where the fact is it’s a minuscule fragment of the universal element.



Many of you may argue what I would call the neutral feeling that lies between love and hate. Neutrality is for those who cannot take a stance in life, for them who cannot decide which road to take; it’s a sign of vulnerability, a state of profound confusion!
Every one of us sways on an emotional pendulum that stops at different times in different situations. A thief would rob a bank for the love of money; a cop would nab the thief for the love of position or for the love of his duty! It all depends whether you see things from a thief’s eyes or a cop’s! If the thief would have never ‘loved’ money,he wouldn’t have robbed a bank and the same with the cop too! Love has the power to make you do things, things that may seem ‘right or ‘wrong’ to the world!

For young minds today, loaded with the crap from movies and books, love has just ended at ‘romance’. Flowers, gifts, poems, have emblazoned this sacred emotion. In the name of this romance, the true essence of love from the family, from our well- wishers have taken a back seat. Today love starts with the fair skin, progresses with a kind smile and ends with tender lips! What the world needs today is a bit of realization and of course loads of LOVE!!

I WILL......

I will dare to dream and think beyond,

Think beyond, the boundaries that have been drawn.

I will aim for the stars-set my sights high,

I will tell myself that the world is mine.

I will give my best to scale, soar and fly,

And believe that I’ll someday touch the sky.

I’ll see more than what is shown,

I’ll take risks and walk the unknown;

I’ll listen, listen beyond what can be heard,

Look past what is taught-and see what can be learnt.

And a winner shall I be at every given chance

All in the spirit of a new renaissance!

I’ll go where there is no path and leave a trail behind,

I’ll search for answers beyond what can I find.

I’ll stumble, I’ll fall…

I’ll get up just as quickly at the end of it all.

In the dark eons, a warrior of light shall I be,

Riding on divine horses, a knight you will see!