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The Eyes That Speak

Like swaying in the wind,

With Dreams and desires…

Looks at me like a raging fire..

Eyes have that passion,

That words don’t say..

Eyes have that power,

That takes me away…

Held my hand like a scared child…

A grip so tight, as if it is glued with love..

Standing at a distance,

Yet, feeling so close..

Suffocated with longing,

And relieved with the storm..

A storm that the heart is creating.

Pounding like an angry ocean…

Making it hard to look in those eyes,

Those eyes can speak a thousand rhymes…

Turning my feelings into flame,

The stare isn’t enough to gaze..

Hand in hand makes it ablaze.

Any minute, we can turn into fireballs that rains…

Walking along, not a word needed.

The eyes meet each other every second,

And looking away makes it more tense..

This love feels so intense.

A love that makes you week in the knees..

A love that makes you understand what Love is..

A love that knows no limits..

A love that lets you go,

Because it’s too much for this world to bear…..


Thanks For Reading. Namaste.

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Keep Going: I Cried For A Tree Today.

Yesterday, the person who’s moving into our building on the ground floor, was cutting the branches of a tree. The tree that has been there for several years and has provided us it’s shade, it’s fruit and it’s positive companionship. He had already cut another tree few days ago, not from the root, but by the branches. People were furious and spoke up against it but behind his back.

I felt so much anger that I kept looking out the window, to see if he’s cutting the whole tree. By that time, it was just the branches. JUST THE BRANCHES. How would you feel if I cut your arm or leg or just one ear? That’s how the tree must have been feeling.

I started crying. I don’t know how I felt it, but I just wanted to hug that tree and ease it’s pain and I prayed to god and said I was sorry that us humans have once again, (Inspite of all the punishments) have disappointed mother nature.

Suddenly, I thought that he is cutting the whole tree out, with the root. So I asked, if they’re. They said NO, they’re only cutting the branches. But I still wasn’t sure. So I kept standing there by the window, and at one point, I was going to go downstairs and stop them once and for all. There was almost a repetition of the ‘Chipko Movement’. I was ready and I was crying. But then, they stopped. The tree was still standing, with less branches. But it was there.

I was sad because I knew that THIS MAN is going to teach his kids the same things. That we can destroy nature for our needs and in the age of planting more trees, they’ll be cutting more! It all made me realise that what I’ve witnessed today and inside my heart is a feeling I have never had before.

I cried for a tree today.

Yet, we need to keep going, right?

As humans we’ve been taught to be faithful and keep moving ahead, no matter what. I agree. Inspite of the fact that the world is facing it’s worst of this century, we must keep moving forward.

I felt guilty for feeling great. I used to see myself as a selfish human, who doesn’t care about the world. The truth is, I don’t anymore. I care, I don’t feel guilty of being happy. This feeling of ‘content’ and ‘self-belonging’ has been missing in my life.

I have never felt that I could love myself and my life this way, as the hardships we go through let us forget that we deserve to be happy. We feel we’re going to be hurt all our lives. But what we need is to embrace that feeling of negativity, ACCEPT what is going on and then, we let it go, once and for all.

So, I accepted that the tree is okay now and I won’t let that man cut anymore. I don’t know about anyone else, but during this whole pandemic, I sure did come closer to Mother Nature & I’ll keep moving with Mother Nature by my side.

Thanks for reading Namaste.

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Everything Happens For A Reason

That heartbreak, that broke your heart?

That happened For You to understand Love.

That accident, that broke your leg?

That happened for you to take a break.

Losing that job you loved?

That happened for you to know your true capabilities.

Losing that friend you thought was the closest?

That happened for you to understand life.

That job you wanted so badly but didn’t get,

You got rejected to get prepared for something better..

That loved one you lost?

It’s there to remind you of reality.

That heart ache that doesn’t go away?

It happened for you to respect others.

That meltdown, you can’t have?

It triggers your hidden insecurities..

That feeling of everything being ‘too much’?

It exists for you to know, you got this.

That challenge, that challenges your core?

It’s there to remind you of how strong you are.

The chaos in the world and you thinking about your peace alone?

Because you can make out the reality that everything happens for a reason….

Thanks for reading. Namaste.
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It’s Okay Too


A Follow up to “IT’S OKAY” : WATCH IT.

It really is.

To be happy, even when others aren’t.

To feel content in yourself.

To not have a mental disorder anymore.

Or to not have to experience it at all.

It doesn’t make you less of a human.

A mental health issue is not a compulsion.


It’s okay.

To love yourself, and put forth your life.

To ignore the world for your smile.

To laugh at silly things by yourself.

To wear pyjamas to a fare.


It’s okay.

To not care for a while.

It’s okay to love your life.

To be nice to yourself, and to others.

That doesn’t mean you’re weak,

It means you’re strong enough to take the lead.


It’s okay,

To feel cheated on and hurt because of being

Too nice,

Too polite,

Too kind,

Too honest and

Too loving.

In a world of fake faces,

It’s okay to be too real.


It’ s okay,

To trying to please people,

It doesn’t make you OVER or EXTRA.

It makes you a better human.


It’s okay,

To doubt your actions &

Feel restricted..

BUT,

It’s Not Okay,

To NOT break the barriers,

That make you YOU.


Break’em.

Shake’em.

Be YOU.

Stay True.

Because It’s Okay.


Thanks for reading….. 

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A Walk Is All You Need To Heal

I am sure, just like me, you must’ve read and watched all the articles and videos about early morning routines and it’s benefits. I am sure, some of you are the early morning birds, that sing with ease with eyes closed, smile on a face and a fresh breeze kissing every ounce of your body. Robin Sharma wrote a Best-Selling Book on it, The 5 a.m. Club. I read it and got inspired but not motivated. I always procrastinated about ‘my early mornings’! 

Two weeks ago, I hit a major writer’s block. I forced myself to write two poems and they were okay! Yet, I knew I could write better. But, I just didn’t want to. I regretted my non-writing hours of the day. I apparently didn’t even read any online things of my fellow writers. Just kept my distance from the writing exercise and the community itself. For a week, I wasted time. I watched the Netflix series, DARK & read my unfinished books, ordered some more & re-read the old ones. 

A week later, I was enjoying it. I realised, I needed to waste sometime. I needed to take a break. Yet, I needed a routine. moreover, a morning one! Yet, I STILL DIDN’T WAKE UP EARLY. In fact, I used to sleep around 3 a.m. ! So, one fine day, I wrote this – The Power Of Wasting Time.

I literally thought that my writer’s block is over. Yet, I was still not motivated to be productive. So, wasted some more time, wrote in my journal, read more books, created some Content. But, I didn’t feel motivated enough.


 Two days ago, I decided to go for a walk in the evening. May be discover new roads to walk on. When I did, I felt something that I hadn’t felt in a very long time. The peace was easier to feel. The road was empty. There were bushy trees on both sides and there were just me, the sound of my footsteps and the song of the breeze (somewhat similar to the image). I don’t think I have heard such quite surrounding, ever! I had just fallen in love with walks in the nature.

I walked and just gazed into the beautiful blue sky, the monsoon green trees, the washed up road with a garnish of fallen leaves.

It was a wake up call. One morning I woke up around 5:30 in the morning and just went off!!! My eyes weren’t even wide open yet and my hair were messed up. But I didn’t care (Also, with the mask on, nobody would recognise me). Anyway, I walked and just gazed into the beautiful blue sky, the monsoon green trees, the washed up road with a garnish of fallen leaves. It was surreal! I came back and I felt like I was a new person. The nature really heals, I thought. I opened my laptop, I went to this site aeon.co because I wanted to feed my brain with some breakfast. Coincidently, the first article I saw was ‘The Healing Power Of Nature’. It was relatable and informative but the satisfaction I felt was out of this world. 

Finally, I came down to medium and read some amazing stories. I wrote down some ideas I had and then, started to write this. Apologies for dragging you along the memoir! But without going backwards, there’s no moving forward right?


A walk is the stillness we need in a speedy world.

The Significance Of A Walk

I am assuming you’re intrigued. I used to go for walks before, but why did it affect me on such a high note this time? Simply, because I Needed It. Sounds cliche but it’s true. The fact behind the phrase ‘timing is everything’, is that it is. A walk can change the way you look at life. It can heal your mind, body and soul. A walk can take away all the pain and give you all the cure you need. 

A walk is an escape from the chaos of the world. A walk is the stillness we need in a speedy world. If we’re able to go for a walk, in between all this clutter in the world, there’s no one luckier than us. Because we can find a moment of peace and motionlessness in the natural state of motion of a human being, without having to think of the consequences but to experience it all. 


The Power Of A Walk

I shared my story, yet there’s more to it. A walk is a personal choice & its power on us is personal as well. However, some effects are common.

  • A walk is liberating: Remember, when in childhood, we used to go out and play. How amazing it used to feel. We used to wait for our play time! Same goes in adulthood, but with walks… Our playtime is replaced with a walk, but gives us the same feeling, leaves the same after effect and makes us powerful in feeling free.
  • A walk is the awaited ‘Me-Time’: Adulthood is hard and what’s harder is to find that time in a day, where you get to be yourself, with yourself. You get to be alone with your thoughts and get inspired with them. A walk is that moment. 
  • A walk is the easiest exercise: Also cycling. It’s the most effortless exercise for all aspects of us. Physical, mental, emotional, spiritual. a walk is great for everything. The only effort you need to put in, is to just go for it.
  • A walk helps you with ‘live in the moment’: When on a walk, with music or not, try not to use your phone. Just walk and look around. You’ll realise that time can be slowed down and you can worry less, because you’re learning to living in the moment because of the walk.

I want to share more about how amazing a walk can be, but I think you get the point. Now, all you need to do is to go for a walk in nature and experience the magic on your own. Be safe and happy walking.

Thanks for reading.

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A Life Un-lived

Listen- A Life Un-lived

I could still hear the cheer. I could still feel the lights on my face. I could still smile at the possibility. I could still be a Rockstar! This was my another life. A life un-lived.

I still sing sometimes, but that passion is missing now. The soul lacks in transferring the sound waves through a listener’s heart. It could only reach to an ear or two. People could still praise me for the voice I have & the songs I sing. But they would never praise me for it touched their soul. Because I knew, it didn’t have the soul anymore. A soul for a soul, remember? If you don’t give a soul, you won’t connect to a soul either.

No matter how much you want it. No matter how much work you want to give into it, so that you can fill up the years you’ve lost without it, nothing will ever be enough. Nothing will ever fill up the void in your heart.

The emptiness I feel when I see someone perform on stage. That heart ache I feel every time someone tells me they’re a singer. That voice in my head that tells me, “I could’ve done it better”. It never goes away. It’s constant knock annoys me sometimes, but mostly, reminds me of what could’ve been!

Then, reality creeps in and all I’m left with, are tears and regret, sometimes guilt too. “What if, have I worked harder or stayed focused, or the passion wouldn’t have been lost?”

No, that doesn’t matter now.

I have a broken dream, that I can live, every time I close my eyes.

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An Open Letter To The Men I Know

Dear Men,

It’s not your fault, that the first time I met you, I doubted your intentions. The world has made me like that. Though, when I got to know you, you were a delight and a charmer. You made me laugh, you laughed at my jokes too! You shared your thoughts and really listened to mine.

I support the notion “Not All Men” , because of YOU. You never made me feel unsafe or insecure. Instead, You made sure, I was comfortable. Because you really meant it, when you said that I am your friend, your sister or your lover. Until,

I met the toxic ones along the way. Yet, I trusted them, because I always thought they’d all be like you. But here again, “Not All Men”. So ,they were manipulative, scary and desperate. Not for my love, but for my body.

They don’t exist to me anymore. Because I have more of you in my life and I am grateful for that. When I know I am a feminist, I also know, that YOU respect not just Women, But Everyone. And I respect you for that.

We never talk about gender equality, even when you call me bro, buddy, & babe, because I call you the same too. It’s not the WORDS that make us equal, but it’s our actions. I never had to tell you, that you’re being biased, because you chose ME as your Equal.

I understand, it’s hard for you too, to find a place for yourself, and to make people NOT misunderstand you. I understand, that you feel trapped in this battle of patriarchy and equality. In spite of the fact, that you just care about humanity. But You need to understand that for US, it’s a never ending battle too. 

The only thing Me & You can do, is to keep doing what we do and do it better everyday. Let’s remain friends, equals and competitors.

 Let’s learn together. 

Let’s grow together.

Let’s make this world a better place together.

Because You & I are EQUALLY capable. 

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An Open Letter To An Adult Woman From An Adult Woman

Dear Women,

I know, we don’t feel so beautiful everyday, all the time. We feel lost most of the times. We feel like, we need someone, but we’re way too crazy, weird, anxious, moody & intolerable to actually be with someone. So we drop the thought. The ones who do have someone, I understand when you find yourself looking for YOUR space, but you know you’ve found the right man. So it’s not really a problem. 

I know we have skin problems, hair problems, PMS, body image issues, insecurities that only WE know. But We fight everyday , because we’re stronger than those negativities. I know we’re sad and broken and deep down we feel, we’ll never be happy or feel content, but we don’t let it get to our head. Because we know we deserve to be happy and we work to attain it. Everyday. 

I know, when we see so many beautiful photographs & videos of beautiful women embracing their weaknesses and strengths, we feel bad, because we aren’t doing the same.

 We feel betrayed by ourselves.

I know, when we want to do so many things we feel overwhelmed and eventually do nothing at all. Then, blame ourselves later.

I know, when we look in the mirror, we only see the wrongs on our faces. The scars, the spots ,the acne, the distorted nose, the uneven skin. 

What are we actually seeing? 

We’re seeing the society standards of a Beautiful Woman. We’re looking for social acceptance. We’re seeing social levels of a perfect skin and every other feature.

What are we NOT seeing??

We don’t see ourselves as OUR SOCIAL STANDARD OF BEAUTIFUL. 
Next Time, see yourself as YOURSELF. You’re insecure but You’re Your Own Beauty.

Let’s Embrace It . Together.

Thanks for reading. Namaste.

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The Invisible Sorrow

I was drowning into the darkness,

And I saw this light, right into my eyes.

It was blinding, yet, invisible.

It wasn’t the sun, nor the lost star.

It was you, a frightening scar.

You made such promises of now and then.

I wished us forever, but you liked to pretend.

Was I wrong, that I longed for a real thing?

No, you were right,

The queen is better off without the king.

The truths are lies, within the moment and after,

We make promises for the future,

But we keep them only in the last chapter.

Part of me still asks all the right questions,

Another part just scoffs and shuts off the assumptions.

I don’t say this to anyone,

I don’t tell them, I’m hurt.

I don’t show my sorrow,

To them, it’s invisible.

Oh wait, to you it’s invisible as well,

I forgot, how you enjoy this trend.

Of me staying in your life, with everything you like,

And you staying in and out, as per your strikes.

But, I am done. I was, a long time ago.

Just didn’t sent you a postcard,

It’s better as a surprise.

Hope you like it, just how much I did,

The look on your face, is exactly how I imagined.

I did, what was right,

But why does it hurt me back, how?

This sorrow still exists,

It’s invisible to even me now!

I don’t accept it somehow,

It has to go away,

It’s inevitable.

If it doesn’t, who’ll know anyway,

it’s invisible.