My train journey

These paths were never empty.
Every day it was filled with chatters and languages.
Some going to somewhere.
Some going anywhere.
Some drop off amidst of nowhere.
It was the usual general compartment journey.
When it began, there were people enough to fit on the seats…from upper to lower berth.
As the journey went on.
More and. More people boarded …
I sat amidst the crushing arms.
People staring here and there.
Wherever i looked, it was just eyes.
Leaving me no inch to move.
The only relief was the wind gushing in through those windows.
Even when i wanted to pee.
I did not move.
I sat along…
Hunger disturbed my mind.
Yet i sat, unmoving and rigid.
Because standing was far impossible…
I could see mothers, kids, old people around me.
But i was already numb…call me heartless…
But then i was unable to move.
It was now dark…
I could see the scenarios fade away from my eyes…
I wish everything went back to normal ..with a blink of an eye.
But sleeplessness never condoned me.
I sat, wondering what each person’s story was…
And then, amidst all these.
I took a small sleep…
When i woke up.
I was all famished i felt…
But again so many of my travel companions were gone…and new people came in..
Again i was lured into my thought cycles.
Finally, the last station arrived…
And there was another great rush to get down.
I sat watching these people toggle down.
I was exhausted…
But had thousands of stories in my mind…to be written…from their unspoken and spoken words…
#trainjourney #indianrailways

Accused guilty…

Independent was she,
Irrepressible was her attitude.
She was hurdling with responsibilities.
Juggling with everything around her,…
Trying her best to be what all she can,
A mom, a daughter, a daughter in law, a sister, a colleague, a friend, and much more.
But all she missed was just being her at times.
When at moments she became her, out of her urge.
She was criticized.
Implicated guilty by all around her.
She wept a while…
But then she realized.
They impeached her of their own insecurity…and not her incapability.

My mind is my weapon

A weak mind can jeopardize you becoming a better you. The mind is indeed a strong weapon. It can venture out anywhere anytime even amidst the serious things. It can also imagine the impossible things and even push you to attempt it.
Isn’t it the most powerful weapon?
Yes it is.
Train your mind to be your will then protect you from the polluted minds of others and also from the negative souls.
Train your mind to deal with propels mockery…
Train your mind to ignore people who laugh at your dreams
Train your mind to be deaf to the things that might hurt you.
And then it becomes the weapon you want it to be.
A strong mind can house a strong soul.
#strongmind #mindisaweapon #somethingssaidandunsaid

Everything commences from you

I find silence in the noise;

where ever my eyes run,

all I see is you;

is it you everywhere  or is it just me lost;

with you, even my life seems fully filled

even if i live half of it;

whatever I became,  it commences from you;

with you in life, all i feel is just complete ;

complete enough that even the air I breath seems to keep me happier.


Every feather of my thought- is just You

Your fingers, painting the most exotic one on me;

as it drifts across and sprays the paint on the canvas which is me;

i feel like a rainbow, soaked in every colour that encompasses you;

each moment is like we are sailing together in the boats of our dreams,

under the blanketed night sky;

the dreams, wherein, i am just the right flower for you taste the honey.

as i bloom, in every drop of love from you,

you take me to ecstasy, beyond my thoughts,

you pecked away , every feather of my thoughts;

unbuckling me into space, where you are the only gravity;

that held me closer, a breath away.