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The staircase.


Staircase spiralling up to the heaven or descending down to hell?

Taking you to the top or to the bottom of the well?

Reaching up for your dreams or treading on someone’s dwell?

Lifting the spirits or making them scream and yell?

Helping someone climb or pulling down, only you can tell!

Laughing while climbing or crying when you fell!

Looking up in sweet anticipation or looking down with fear of unwell?

Initiating action or waiting lazily for the gong of the bell?

Climbing up or climbing down, hold tightly the hand of integrity, don’t let your soul sell.

Protect it with trust and love, conceal it in tenderness and faith’s shell.

And if you choose to reach the top, be like a beacon to the ships in the ocean swell.

Guiding them to safety of home, bidding troubles farewell.

Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal


Harboured Emotions


Hiding behind mountains of words,

Or dams of silence,

Outbursts of emotions.

Harbouring the electric energy,

Dangerous for sure,

When breached.

Mend the cracks,

For safety,


The Seascape


Cool clouds embrace the warmth of the  setting Sun golden, turning the ocean to liquid molten.

White froth of the waves, slither on the golden sand, quenching its thirst again and again.

Coyly hiding within the descending dusk,  ever evasive horizon waits for the sky to rush.

To hold on to it one last time before they merge, for a while only to re-emerge.

Last impression of the Sun floats on the ocean like gold, time slips away quietly, difficult to hold.

Sunshine withers away slowly, fading the sight,  can hardly fathom the beholder’s  immense delight.

Dusk finally descends, engulfing sky and horizon as one. When one cannot be made out from another.

Only Dawn has the magical key to separate them again. When the Sunlight ignites the sky and ocean, and boundaries remain…till dusk again.

                                      Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal




Trust is the essence of a strong mutual bond. Everyone has their own perception of trust. It is difficult to understand and estimate it. The sanctity of a relationship can be easily compromised if there is slightest of breach in trust.

It is not a constant, it is a random variable. The value keeps changing with each action. The action could be the slightest of change in the whole equation.

Trust is also not a bank account where one keeps getting interest on it once it is earned and deposited. The Principal has to be maintained otherwise it keeps fluctuating.

It is like hard earned income, very hard to earn but easily spent or lost if one is not handling it judiciously. One needs to earn it, save it, invest in it, cherish it and finally enjoy it.


Morning Stroll 2



A huge amber in the making, fossilized resin with tree inside.

Tree resembling a twig, a leaf, branches resembling veins dried.

Precious gemstone waiting to be formed, valued priceless.

Adorning heirlooms of memories, to be passed on to generations.

But only the resin being the golden orange sunlight, but only the amber our world.

The heirloom a morning cherished and saved, in the locker of our hearts impearled.



“At Home”


The restlessness, the breathlessness, the sleeplessness, the anxiety is all put to rest; when all the souls and energies belonging to a household are  safe within the  confines of the Home.

No more  do the nights make suspicious sounds, no more do you wait for the birds to chirp, no more you wish for someone to be awake at ungodly hours.

Heart, mind and soul are at rest; when everyone you care for is  within the safety of the Home.


Summer Bloom 3


A flower, a fruit, a flower inside of a fruit, a fruit inside of a flower!