They say you are river of life, you are river of death. I know there is no real going back. Though, I may come to you, It will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I can hear your voice. You are calm yet so loud. I can hear you but what I can see in you, you hold thier belonging beautifully, they came to you to attain salvation, I came to you to see the burden, where did you find your peace? Where shall I find my rest? Goddamn I see you, I attain everything.

Memory lane

In the restaurant yesterday, I found a table for myself ,searched the menu, down the memory lane. I was about to ask you If I can ordered this but you are too far away from it, so I tried to end my sentence too quickly and asked the waiter for check. On the quarter mile past my home, there is a bench where I sat and a nonchalent air touched me, in that moment, I breathe.


Sometimes, the word feels heavy on my tongue. I chew but can’t swallow them any longer. The keypads are good listener but they never reverted either. Pushing words back into my mouth, like a bite deeper. I saw how you kept our belongings so beautifully. I wish by touching those belongings, I could see you all again but love doesn’t return like this. Rains fall on balcony silently and that you loved it. It is sad I never loved rain and perhaps sadder, that i never opened balcony’s door.


I never get the idea of nihilism. I am beyond that. I wonder till what point should we take other perspectives into consideration? ain`t I eliminating my idea with this approach. At what point should I stop? I gotta own this every time, sometimes without making the situation shit. lately, I feel aspirations, reasons, etc, are a mirage to me. I think with this I get better things in a better way, At least I can defend my most of thoughts.

My Juneverse!!!

Like a free bird, in an arm spread skies, Facing life with all lows and highs, with an ignited mind and an enlightened soul, some dreams to fulfill and to reach a goal.

In Ramayana, did Mother Sita do any mistake ?
She didnt know that the hungry sage was Fake,
She just wanted to serve food to the Monk, for her Husband’s Sake,
She feared the sage might curse her & her husband,chances she could’t Take,
What lesson does that goes to Make ?
Life is always unujust to you,
No matter what side you choose and chew !

My verse!!

1. You love talking, I have never been a huge talker.
sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant to you. you cope, thats okay. I know when wrong thing said it harms but the thing I unsaid hurts you the most. you know that`s how the world is, you have to cope with this. i thought things get better eventually, without any explanation. My point is I will be there always. listen, healing yourself is your own responsibility. Nobody does that for you, just stay happy 🙂

2. Once upon a time, I fell in love not literally, simply a poetic, in parallel space or time. There are inevitability stayed there for a short while, when everythings end, and I look back at what I used to be, will I ever met him or watch him fell sleep, will I hold his soft hands and play with thim, like I used to do. I return to 103 and sit at edge of bed, watching clock,date. In this unflinching moment, almost instinctivly I think about him and somewhere, like for sometime, I am happy. may be he forgot me. may be he is happy to eat buiscuits by someone`s hand.

How I met The Ganga

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”- Marcel Proust

I had always wanted to see Ganga,wanted to listen her, I had asked her some questions during my first meeting.

“They say you are a river of life, you are river of death. I know there is no real going back. though I may come to you, it will not seem the same: for I shall not be the same. I can hear your voice, you are calm yet so loud. i can hear you but what i can see in you, you hold thier belongings beautifully, they came to you to attain salvation, i came to you to see your burden, where did you find your peace ?where shall I find my rest? goddamn I see you, I attain everything” .

I didnt get my answer till now, hope someday or in another meeting she reverts to me.

I read somewhere they have something special to tell ,only if we talk to them and listen carefully.

Do let me know about your conversations with Ganga. In the meantime I will get back to search my answer.

Tuesday’s hope!

Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.” ― Stephen King.

I dont watch many movies but there is an old classic The shawshank redemption, which hits me hard, It is not just a movie about prison but probably a one about courage and persistence.

Sometimes I wonder about the people who spent all thier life stucking somewhere in life, how thier thought pinning a point in mind until choked down. I do the same sometimes, i think we all do the same, trying to fortify the castle someway. In every time when we see wrongness, we excruciate ourselves and give up all but there we forget THE HOPE .

In The shawshank redemption, Andy Dufresne has only hope that keep him alive. I think hope is all to rise, to head somewhere. There are only some who are courageous as Andy but we all deal with pain, hard times but you know what it only make us crook, as andy said, how it is just a simple choice to get busy living or busy dying.

As I feel there are millions of people around who are stuck in middle of nowhere and have lost all thier hopes, how do I define thier helplessness? Remember only a beacon of hope can get you out from your helplessness.

Feminist or feminazi? Who are you?

We all have googled the word feminism, by definition “the belief that women should be allowed the same rights, power, and opportunities as men and be treated in the same way.”

I am a 20-year-old girl who is resistant to call herself feminist in a name of feminazi, I know there are people like me who refuses to be a part of this group who falls into misandry, the open hatred for the man. There is widespread confusion that the more you hate men, the more feminist you are. I want to talk more about the vulnerability, the right of every living being on the planet.

I know the women have never given the right since time-honored what they deserve, and battling against for their right is absolutely necessary But twisting the movement in the name of sympathy and privilege is absolutely not right.
There is a certain faction of women who fight for a seat in public transport and ask for a reservation in every sphere of the earth but let’s not go there for now.

Feminism as say is about pro- equality and goodliness for women yet, it never talks about equality of both men as well as women rather division and hatred top the place.

Why a certain faction of feminism never talks about how there are certain things meant to be done better by men and others by women rather it chooses to show superiority over others.

Calm down, feminist. Believe it or not, our society today, through the wonder of cultural norms, has bred us like this that men are rapist, perpetrators, they suffer from Obsessive-compulsive masculinity disorder – and this is not absolutely okay.
this is the thing that is wrong with all the feminazi out there, the victimization, that sucks attention.

The more people who are proclaiming themselves ‘feminist”, the harder it becomes to know
Who is the feminist or Who is the feminazi?

The rabbit and the turtle and the cat.


How many of you read short stories? Ah not like a terrible tiny tale or dank tales, pretty much like Panchatantra or an old Wimpy kid.

Let me tell you a story I read in my kindergarten with a little twist, trust me, folks, I have messed it up entirely.

“Once upon a time a Turtle and a Rabbit had an argument when they were in school about who might get into IIT.

They decided to compete against one another so as to show themselves better over other. The rabbit study 8-9 hours daily while the turtle put 4-5 hrs. after seeing a turtle, rabbit thought he would relax for some time and take a break from studies. Turtle while consistent in his work.

Soon boards came, turtle emerges as a champ or topper.

Moral of the story consistent hard work leads to a winner

But after school, turtle got admission in IIT and rabbit went to the University of Delhi.

However, the story still has not ended.

The rabbit and turtle at their 30s

By this time, rabbit and turtle become quite good friends, and they were taking shots at a bar discussing their no girl, workaholic life, both rabbit and turtle are going through their quarter-life crises which they have no idea.

Turtle: Bro, I did everything I supposed to do. Got good grades in school, went to IIT, climbed the career ladder and among the top honcho of a leading firm. I had done everything, needed on paper to be good enough.

Then why I am feeling so confused as if I am nowhere, I was stuck despite all the figured I got.

Rabbit: bro, I am going through very same, getting up daily with the feeling of unfulfilled making me even more depressed

Being a cupid at a time, Now I even don’t have a girl to go on date.

I am so dependent on this nightlife, social gatherings, girls that I lost myself somewhere.

Their discussion goes on deeper and deeper and they have realized how badly they want to get out the life they are stuck in.

There comes a cat(their school crush) with her better- half dog and she was telling rabbit and turtle how she did her grad and a masters from B-tier college and worked for 10 years in bigwigs company and now how she fulfilled her wishes to be creative and at the same time how she balanced her life and friends and family.

She even shared her thoughts with turtle and rabbit that how it’s important to access those skills, learned in life to empower what actually matters for their life rather than running toward materialistic life.

Leaving rabbit at a bartender, she said to turtle you know, it does not make a difference that how far you have climbed the stairs, it just that how to balance you walk your way. It is only doing work with bliss that matters.

So, In the end, neither the rabbit nor turtle wins since they were the piece of the unending race, and later they understand cat success