I wish to be a river.

Meandering through dark woods and sunny bright gardens.

Absorbing and observing every facet of my endless travel.

I would be a silent container of secrets and dreams forgotten.

A memoir of stories that were never printed.

The tales of magical places and mysterious people.

I wish to  be a river.

Winding past wild forests and lonely cities.

Flowing through chapters of history.

Witnessing the rise and fall of empires.

The disintegration  of armies.

Seeing cultures die and new ones born.

The blood of thousands would forever run within me and so would the echo of their faint laughter.

On melancholy evenings I would be the promise of a merriment future.

I A river  running forever to infinity.

A watchful companion of time.

A confidant of all his secrets.


The Lie

Life asked a simple question
That changed everything
It left me with insomnia
Like it had done to many of its victims.
I cursed myself for wondering
But I couldn’t bring a change
The question was a bloody lure
Trapping men and women in meaningless thinking.
The questions answer I never truly found
But I fed life a lie
For I couldn’t let my guard down.
I shouted a confident yes
And I think it sounded good
As it created such a deep illusion
That even life could not see the truth.
Not a single man seemed to have heard
the doubt that tailed the yes.
After all it was a shaky mellow whisper
Easily overpowered by the people’s beloved scream.


The Storm

That day the beautiful long coast had transformed into a battlefield. Nature had declared war on humans. The wind howled and bellowed, scaring even the most brave men. The powerful, piercing rain forced everyone to take refuge.Not a single soul roamed the streets of this lonely town. The charcoal sky was soon set aflame by strikes of lightening. The ocean was invading the land and the loud roaring thunder had kept the threat alive all night.

The morning after this deadly storm,the town was in ruins. The proud citizens had been sentenced to deep melancholic mourning. There were no casualties nevertheless something had died inside the people. Houses were broken, windows cracked and roads destroyed. The low lands were flooded and dirty garbage had found its way from the dumps to the roads.

It was a sad sight, however, surprisingly most of the man made structures were intact. It seemed like nature had shown us aggression but also mercy. The trees had come to our rescue. They sacrificed themselves and took the blow of the elements in order to save us. The trees performed a true act of selflessness and kindness.

Nevertheless it was impossible to ignore their pain and suffering. Every tree had fallen on the ground. T o make it worse they seemed tortured and ostracized. every branch was twisted crookedly. New born saplings lay there uprooted helplessly. Walking down the road was like walking through a cemetery. I t was overwhelming and painful. Even the mighty old banyan had deceased in attempts to save the town and its people.

At dusk people, animals and birds all came out of their shelters and together payed their respects to the trees. It was like a ceremony for the silent heroes of this stormy war. The town had never seen such silence and desolation. Non the less time heals even the deepest wounds but the memories, they remain forever. As a reminder of this storm and the sacrifice of the trees. Every year on this day at twilight the nightingale sing and these people listen silently.


Note from Author: This Descriptive piece was inspired from the cyclone that hit Tamilnadu in 2011. At that time i was in Pondicherry and had first hand experience of this threatening storm.


I sit and wait does an angel contemplate my fate and does it know that I am leaving but the fighter still remains. Though night has fallen down through the darkness and the shadow I will still go on, for I am a little light that never ceases to shine. They say not all who wander are lost, I am a wandering soul within this world to grow. To me tears come uncalled for there is pain in my heart, look into my eyes that’s where my demons hide. Yes, it’s true there is a beast inside me but I guess it’s also true that the dark threads are as needful in the weaver’s skilful hand. So does it make me a rebel “trying to reach the things that i cant see” and am I wrong when I shout “we don’t need no thought control” because I have a fire in my soul and I am ready for war! I know whoever treasures freedom like a swallow must learn to fly. I have been told that salvation lets your wings unfold and so when I know the time is right for me i’ll cross the stream for I have a dream.  I am aware its shot in the dark but I will make it, you can throw your sticks and stones your bombs and your blows but you will never break my soul. For tonight I am young, so i’ll set the world on fire, I can burn brighter than the sun. I am a sky full of stars give me some sunshine give me some rays and I will transform into the newborn day. You may say I am a dreamer but I am not the only one and yes you may call me naive when I think to myself what a wonderful world. But be warned I am a rolling stone and if you dance with me in the rain you to will think the same.


The universe may be an illusion
and what we see only our perception.
It might just be a reflection of the world in the mirror
or a parallel universe.
Our choices may be pre-decided
and all we our doing is existing.
Is it a dream knitted in gods deepest sleep?
Truthfully we do not know.
But maybe its best like that?
Somethings are better as mysteries.
Wouldn’t life lose its charm
our brain its power to think,if we knew everything.
Thus i have come to believe We are made to wonder
and wonders are made to never end.


Don’t make your mind a cage
or a fortress where nothing enters or leaves.
Let it run like a river
where the soil absorbs and the rest go’s on.
We are so scared of change
that we forget to us it’s so natural.
Every time we see or learn something
we are changing both physically and mentally.
Our brain is changing its form
along with our thoughts, views and opinions.
It’s tough to relate to the person i was a year or even a month back
for now i am such a different person.
My outlook on life seems to have changed
look around life is but a stage.


An eye is a mystery unintelligible and unique.
It appears to show everything yet nothing.
The eye is often known as the window to the soul.
Its a reflection of within and without.
That twinkle in the eye reveals so much.
From a persons emotions to ones character.
It is capable to cause love at first sight.
And the slightest movement of the eye can convey infinite messages.
Not only does it reveal the inside.
It captures and reflects the outside.
In another’s eye one can see there own emotion.
As well as quite literally see the world.
The eye is also a great actor.
It can put up such a facade that no one can see through.
In a moment of pain it can put up a convincing smile.
Indeed the eye is truly mysterious.
So mesmerizing that one may get lost in it.
So deep that it can leave the person forever thinking….