Lost and found- the story of a comeback

During my childhood I spent a lot of time exploring my creative side- whether it was discovering new people or what lies across the world through books, or dancing, participating in sports, playing dress up following instructions from the Childcraft books, which was my Google at that time (I made a pretty good ghost and…

A dark, stormy night and a blood curdling scream

This post needs a Ross kind of hi. A couple of weeks ago, the evening sky became dense and a low rumble said that it was going to be a long night. The ethereal twilight glow faded as clouds gathered and soon big heavy drops of rain fell to the parched ground. Excited, I watched…

Movies that give a poetic touch to the apocalypse

I think it’s safe to say that the past year and this one so far have been pretty much trying to survive through an apocalypse. While each of us are figuring out different ways to cope and hold it together, one of the most ironic ways has been to watch apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic movies! Weren’t…

The strange cosmic siblings

4.6 billion years ago Amidst a disc of gas, dust and rocky bodies, the infant sun is born Over time, out of the chaos orbs of planets are formed One of them- Theia, comes charging towards the young earth with a gigantic impact Resulting in a swirling molten bright mess of magma rain clouds- synestia…

When words sustained us

“Experience your pain. Embrace your silence. When the time feels right, find your way back to your words — and write.”― Sandra Marinella When life seems like a walk uphill, we need all the energy we can muster to make that climb. Hope gives us that energy. But what if you begin to lose your grip…

The zenith of words

Words. They hold so much vigour, The power to create, the power to destroy. Words. They are the instrument of expression Painting every emotion. Words. They are music to the ears Creating a rhapsody to remember. Words. They are a writer’s pride A priceless gift from the muse. Words. They hold life and meaning And…

Yellow sunshine in a drop

In the backyard of the blue house a vibrant bed of grass covers the ground. Wispy dandelions fly across, with no particular path In the midst of a balmy summer day.

Xian

It is always a story that chooses us and gives us the opportunity to give it life. From ages ago when history began to take shape, and culture unfolded like a gilded carpet The people we met, the milestones we crossed The discoveries and the wonders of the Universe, We gather those memories, those awe-filled…

Life for the win

Some days you notice the rain and not the rainbow, Some days struggles scream louder than victory And the journey seems tedious when you can’t see the destination.

Violet

Violet in the meadows, swaying with the grass Violet in the garden- a silken bed of velvet Violet streaks of twilight, reflecting the vivid azure