A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.
As I set out on this boundless journey, I feel adrift,A writer;Lost in the labyrinth of my own design,Driven by a deep-seated needTo uncover fragments of my own selfIn the forsaken and the forgotten. Like a raven perched on the edge of despair,I linger with the weary,Forever distant from the light they seek.A stranger in... Continue Reading →
In the bustling markets of Baghdad, a merchant once found himself entangled in the fates of his own making. His servant, a man of quick wit but frail disposition, returned one fateful day, his face as pale as a moonlit night. “Master,” he gasped, “I was just jostled by a woman in the crowd, and... Continue Reading →
"The human mind is a compound algorithm that dwells on conformity." How many of us have come across this synthesis- turning the pages of a book or even listening to podcasts that give TED talks on ideas and theories that claim to define the sacrosanct workings of the human mind? Friedrich Nietzsche, Aristotle, Lao-Tzu and... Continue Reading →
Mon amour, Take a walk with meto the lush green meadows and sing a happy songI'll listen to the euphonious melody you'll playHere my silence will sync with yours Take a walk with me,I'll tell you the abstruse reality of my worldhow compelling a feeling can bewhen you want to stay and yet be lost... Continue Reading →
Madam, I pen down my words from the depths of my intrusive thoughts, and here I'm confronted at the front by this propelling question; Whether am I driven by logic or by desires? The truth of my existence does not lie in finding answers that propagates from stems of crucial situations that I have survived... Continue Reading →
Is this premonition of love that I've witnessed? I A man whose heart remains scathed As he recapitulates his serenade On his never ending voyage of new horizons Resurrecting those last words his lover said In between the rhythm of his heartbeats Where she remained, Midst the verses of his songs II Beside him, an... Continue Reading →
I was a child when Ma first introduced me to chess- with 32 pieces and 64 symmetrical squares, it was not only a majestic black and white board but also a stratagem of infinite possibilities of winning. But what truly intrigued me is the probable hypothesis of each and every piece on the board: from... Continue Reading →
Mon amour, my darling, Am I a sudden interruption in a moment? When I catch you gazing at this antique heart You said I am a curator of your museum Perhaps, a dialect of this compelling language, Where I discerned your tears and felt your scars My thoughts are on demarcation, My drafts are pretty... Continue Reading →
What makes a man search for meaning? Purpose What makes a woman pursue her heart? Love What makes a stoic person be a realist? Wisdom What makes a little boy persistent in his art? Passion Why is time dominant and intriguing? Unpredictability What makes a witness to have audacity to lie? Fear What makes the... Continue Reading →
(30.4598° N, 78.0644° E) I've arrived in the city of solitude I've left the four walls of my sheltered existence And now I proceed, in search for an inarticulating desire To learn something new on this high altitude I'm constantly challenging myself- Moving towards the steep hill, Crossing few yards of the lychee orchard There... Continue Reading →
Perception 