Category Archives: Travel

The Ghost Town


Nature’s beauty surplus,

houses unfinished.

Water in abundance,

unoccupied homes with dust.


Those last few days!


These last  days of the year, make me anxious.

For the time that is slipping by was precious.


Don’t want these days to pass, want to hold on to them forever.

For the time that flew away so fast, will never come back ever.


Tried to live in the present, as best as I could.

Still the passing time pulls me back as hard as it would.


Growing a year older with not much wisdom on turning page.

For some still ask me to grow up and act my age.


Don’t want to bid farewell to anyone or anything.

As I am content with what I feel and have, within.


But has anyone held time? It is not possible.

So, I shall also follow it, chase it and be sensible.

Life journey.


 Life is a journey, have heard and read a hundred times. The journey is unique. One of its kind.

People keep travelling towards the unknown all their lives.Everyday they set different goals. They travel towards what they think is most important to them.

Just like our own existence, our journeys are also absolutely different from any one else’s. People’s priorities, their passions, their interests are as different as the patterns of the snowflakes. No two are ever alike. And these constitute and decide the path one chooses.

Life- journeys are like the water flowing in a river, it never returns to flow at the same place. Life is like the fingerprint. It cannot be copied.

Still, we gauge our depths and distances covered with some body else’s measuring tools. As a result even our units don’t match.

The bricks of  our  journey’s foundations are exclusive, they are laid by our birth, the people in our lives. Our pain, our sorrows. Joys and pleasures, our loss and gains. They are laid by our principles, our upbringing, our character and personality which is baked in the kiln of life. Making them distinctive.

Still we torture ourselves with harsh comparisons, making the mistake of comparing it with other’s journeys.



It’s always hard to say goodbye to the source of light,

the one that spreads happiness, joy and delight.


Only hope keeps one going through the night,

waiting for the dawn to break, for morning  bright.


Waiting patiently for the warm sunshine to embrace tight,

the entire existence of one’s being, making everything right.