I won’t give up.

I won’t give up.

I don’t know when was the last time I felt guilty of taking a wrong path or failing in something I aimed to do. There have been people in my life with whom I’ve been the kindest but they left me of no reason or without any prior explanation but that has not discouraged me from being kind. I’ve always desired to write better and each time that I write, I feel that it is imperfect and needs to be more finished. I don’t have a perfectly fit body but I keep excercising to keep myself healthy. I don’t spare much time for caring for nature but I spend some minutes watering the plants or feeding the stray dogs in my street.  I know that everything in my life can’t be picture perfect but I keep doing my bit to do bigger and better.I keep treading on in the caravan of improvement for my overall well-being . I am unstoppable and I won’t give up this time or anytime for anything and everything that I am keen on doing.





What love feels like..

What love feels like..

He was hesitant at first,

but he had full trust,

that things will work out,

and she will say ‘yes’.


They had known together for a long time now,

and she knew it was just him somehow,

She could feel him,

with every rain shower and wind gust.


There were layers of memories,

like each time it was a new breeze,

He had his plan,

so he bought the ring for her.


The train of thoughts was drowning her too,

she knew their love was true,

she was laughing and blushing,

with the moments being played.


The time had come,

to drop the tantrums,

to express the unexpressed,

to offer the ring with layers of affection.






Just set me free..

Just set me free..

To my late mom,

I don’t know when was the last time I ate something delicious, something that was homemade, something that had the flavor of mother’s love. I don’t remember when I last walked on to the fields with that open air and endless skies accompnaying me, neither asking me nor telling me anything yet talking with me silently. I have forgotten the exact day, date or year since I’ve been here. I’ve watched my mates grow and I’ve seen myself grow, getting faded and weak and frail. My voice getting shallow and shrill as if the sound dosen’t come with speech. I’ve learned to be a lunatic but I’ve ceased to be me. I’ve bruises at my back and at my hairy chest. I’ve learnt to resist them. I’ve learnt to control my anger and the complimentary tears that come along because today its not a new thing for me. I’ve seen the waves getting high and low through my window. Now I’ve a blurred view of it due to a squint in my eye. My grey beard tells me that “old man, you’re going to be here till your last breath” and I..I silently agree with the deep setting monotony. I say” I don’t care now but I do have a hope, hope of a last breath to come invitingly and excitingly setting me free.”My case is not with the court, its with the god, the case of autonomy and he is going to grant me with the blessing of autonomy. I wish he gives it to me soon. I’ve no one coming to meet me now, so I wish to meet the god. I wish to see you mom.


Your imprisoned son,







Man v/s Wild, the popular show by Bear Grylls is based on challenging travel diaries and facing the direst, the unexpected. Man v/s Wild is the favorite watch among the people who want to visit the places unseen, the places with highest altitudes, the extreme temperatures, the undulated terrains where even walking properly or even breathing does not remain a simple task altogether. The show very well awakes the survival instinct in its spectators, the courage to face whatever comes on the way.


I would like to discuss about a particular episode of Man v/s Wild that I was watching some days back. The episode showed the area of west pacific near Papua New Guinea dated 16 April’2016. The episode was thrilling, adventurous, exciting and enticing in its own way. For a moment, it felt as if I was crossing the rocks or I was swimming through the cold waters to go on to another island. I was all alone with of course, just my photographer making a video :D. Bear Grylls surely takes you to another world away from all the safety of your homes and bungalows, away from the four walls of your room to the remotest of places where you can just keep up the hope and survive. You may not even get food and water to survive and of course no luxuries at all. No life jackets, no instructor, just your hands and your legs to save yourself. So, in this particular episode, Bear started off his journey with jumping from a particular height from the helicopter deep into the sea. He swam some miles to the island. The island was whole rocky and rough. Harsh winds were blowing through. Now, Bear had to climb the whole rocky cliff to reach to another island where he can find shelter. The cliff was some hundred feet tall. He knew that it is not going to be an easy job. Now he has come over to a situation of ‘Do or die’. Either, he will survive or he will fall off in the deep sea while climbing. He started the journey up the rock. Step-by-step, he climbed taking each step cautiously. It was hard enough, I guess. Though, the place looked to be cold, but Bear was already sweating. With his sweat and courage, he had already achieved his first triumph. He looked here and there, revived his senses and started walking towards the other island. He could see it down there. The deep valley itself looked haunting. He came slowly down onto the other beach. He had to reach to the other side. The waves looked riskier. He had to cross the sea and reach to the opposite end of it. It was as if his next challenge was calling him with open arms. He balanced his body and swam determinedly to the other side. With so much up and down, he was feeling very hungry. In a place so secluded and aloof, this again was no less than a challenge. Now, when you’re a full time traveller, you’ve to settle and survive with anything you get to eat. There are no particular eating habits or preferences. Gulping in food becomes more a reason to survive and less a thing of preference. On the other side of island, where he had reached, there were deep, dense forests. The sky was getting dark. It was dusk already. The enigmatic sounds of some birds and insects could also be heard. In such a place, he first had to find a place of shelter and even before that, something to eat or drink. He could see long and tall coconut trees near to the beach. He climbed on one by pulling his body back taking each step  gently, first with his hands and then with his feet. He pulled one coconut, plucked it from the tree and threw it on the ground. He jumped down again spending some more calories of his energy that were left. He had his knife in the bag that was hanging on his back. He swiftly opened the coconut top and drank the whole water in one go as if it was just equal to a drop. Then, he moved inside the depth of the forest to find a shelter or to make one. He collected the palm leaves, the wooden strands and hollow bamboo sticks. He tied a rope between the two trees in the shape of almost a rhombus. He used the palm leaves and bamboo sticks to make a comfortable bed for himself. After this, he went again to the beachside, to collect some sea food for himself. He obviously didn’t have a fishing rod, so he made one by using the bamboo stick and a left piece of rubber tyre. He got two fishes and a crab for his combined meal of breakfast, lunch and dinner. He used the wooden strands and his lighter to cook the food. It seemed that he enjoyed eating it. He woke up in the morning. It was broad daylight. He had slept well in this remote forest with the veritable scary noises. Now, it was time to take leave of the place and the adventures that it had to offer. It was that time of the day when the sharks in the water could be seen prancing on the surface. To prevent himself from a shark bite, Bear made a water proof and floatable structure by making a web of bamboo sticks and tying them with a thread or a rope. He stood on the structure and with the help of a thin log of wood, he directed the structure to the other end of the sea. He safely finished off with his expedition!


The man had successfully encountered the wild and the wilderness without complaining or getting panicked. The show is no doubt wonderful and spectacular. Besides, you get to learn new things like this episode taught how to climb the coconut tree or how to keep up the equilibrium of the body in deep open sea.  You get to know one of the most intelligent ideas, if in case you actually get into such a circumstance; you know which one to implement.

A voyage into silence

A voyage into silence

I felt as if the world has gone numb. There was no one around.  It felt as if everything was dead, something that you call as a pin-drop silence. No commotion, no sounds. I was into a totally different world that was far far away from the traffic snarls, sonorous honking, useless argumenting where each one is proving that I am right and you’re wrong. It felt as if I really needed to be here where I could even feel my breath. I could hear the sounds playing in my mind of a song I heard lately. The place seemed to be inviting as if asking me to delve into it more and more. I didn’t want to come out of this piece of peace. I never wanted the length and breadth of it to end, but no.. it had to end. As soon as the bell rang, I had crossed the full length of the pool and I was out again into the usual world. Swimming had given me the much needed break. The voyage was satisfactory and tempting.


In response to :-  https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/voyage/

Just need a hand to hold!

Just need a hand to hold!

I don’t know whether I just need a hand to hold,

or whether I am just enough for myself.


I don’t know whether I long for someone like me,

or I long for being with my own self.


I’ve waited for long but whom am I waiting for?

Is it the one who’s hiding behind the mirror or one who dosent exist.


I don’t know whether my lover is on the other side,

or I just need a companion.


this longingness, this loneliness,

is a companion for now.


for the DAILY POST of today- Companion











I got to go, she said in that gentle manner she usually says. He had come to know quite early about her manner and behavior. He saw her from behind and kept looking at her like that. He had met so many girls in his lifetime, but Kiara had something special about her, something that Andrew could not explain but still was pulled towards her by the string of attraction. The only old thing was that that Andrew had had this feeling many a times. It was not the first time that Andrew was finding someone who is different from others, the feeling that he had not met someone like the particular girl he was getting attracted to in his lifetime and Kiara was no different. She was just a sweet student of Ryan High School. Not so popular, not so social, just a short heighted introvert girl. Andrew was four years older to her and this was the second time he was meeting Kiara as it was her second day to the guitar class. Andrew was not new to the guitar class. He had been learning guitar for about three months now but he still couldn’t play that well. Each time he would start playing a song and some or the other note would go wrong just ruining the beauty of the song. Andrew had got tired of everything that he did. Each time he tried and each time he failed. No one thought him capable of anything anymore. His reputation among his friends, among his neighbors, among his relatives was ruining day by day. He therefore started involving himself in so many things in  the hope that he may be able to do at least one of them with precision. He had failed in the very first year of his college. He had got nothing except disrespect from his family and friends because of his failure. He couldn’t sleep at nights. He couldn’t work at day. He failed to make a single girlfriend due to his reputation while most of them had found their first love and for some of them it was just a casual affair. They didn’t mind changing girlfriends. Even girls did not settle for one prince charming. They wanted more variety. He maintained his diary where he wrote about each and every happening and incident. But, later he tore it off and burned it. He couldn’t deal with the trauma of failure but he had to do something about it. Besides the guitar, he was also learning a new language and was also learning swimming. He had his whole day packed in classes. He would attend one class, then another, then another. The hours in between of it passed in commuting from one class to another. His Spanish class was at the other end of the city. Swimming class  was near to his home and the guitar class at the other end. He was not doing college anymore. He had dropped out from the course he was doing as he was least interested in pursuing it and then failing it in the first year had further led him to quit it rather than suffering from the guilt of not being able to pass. Under confidence had taken its toll. Even talking to a person would make him think that he or she will not find him good. But he never thought of ending his life though his life had come to a perpetual end where he had gone aimless of what he was doing and why he was doing. He would just think and hope for the good days to come. Kiara also seemed somebody or someone who would just go out of his life without ever entering in it and he would keep looking at her. He would have no one and he would be a nobody or may be not. Is he still doing right by doing multiple things or he needs to think of something else when he has already failed in one, the one he just took without any reason though he knew he was weak at the subject. It was a course in maths. Now the maths of his life is aimless.





There’s always this dilemma,

of being the best,

the nicest,

or just not caring about it anymore,

to just be reckless.


The introspection and scrutiny,

of what is there and what is not,

What is it that I deserved a lot,

and what I actually got,

and then keeping my fingers crossed.


The perfect coffee,

the perfect kiss,

the best poem,

the masterpiece,

Is it what it actually is?


A blend of stress,

and distress,

a taste of under confidence,

of not succeeding,

with flying colors.


A sense of drowning,

or burning,

of falling,

of failing,

of crying,


And then remembering,

the past failures,

the past successes,

the challenges crossed,

asking again Am I PERFECT?


In response to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/perfection/

My first try at writing something for the daily post. I hope you like it. 🙂