This Moment

Silence there was, silence there will be,
But there’s space for a breath in-between,
I look at you, as you at me,
Wondering about the wonders that can be.

Clouds may sometimes hide your beauty,
But darkness, too, shows us much indeed.
In a world full of insanity,
Time with you always brings tranquility.

So, let’s savor this gift from divinity,
An insignificant tick on time’s wheel,
This moment, this feeling, of purity,
Wish it could last as long as eternity.


There are moments that are sacred. They may be nothing out of the ordinary as such. But the way you feel in those moments is what makes them special. A short poem reflecting on one such moment. Can you guess what moment inspired this? 😊

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Have A Little Faith, Please?

Many of us have probably faced situations where we are at a crossroads in life – we need to make choices that could significantly, and irrevocably, alter our life from there on out.

It’s tough to make those choices, knowing full well that the wrong choice could have a very negative impact on your life. Sometimes, you even wish you didn’t have to make that choice. But you are at that crossroad, and you must choose. Examples of such cases include committing to a relationship, changing jobs or giving up a well-paying job to follow a passion full-time, deciding to raise a child, etc.

It takes courage to make a choice at such a time. Maybe even a leap of faith. Whatever you may want to call it, it doesn’t come easy. You are excited about starting a new chapter in your life, but you are also scared of the uncertainty of success in case you do take the right path, and of the certainty of failure in case you do not; you want to make sure whatever choice you are making is for the right reason, but it is hardly ever easy to do so given so many factors that go into making that choice. Maybe you have been seduced by the hype around the whole thing. Maybe you are just doing it because everyone else is doing it. Maybe you are doing it for the money, or on a whim, or out of ego, etc. When it comes to justifying a decision, we could fool ourselves into believing whatever we want to believe, while the actual reason could remain something else. That is why, when making a choice, it is important, to me at least, that the driving factor behind that choice is “valid” and “reasonable”, and not just something superficial. To sift through all this, takes a lot of thinking and effort, so much so that at times, it can even be a struggle.

Of course, there are people who are quite sure of themselves and their choices. They don’t worry about so many things; they can just “jump in”. But for the rest of us, who are unsure of themselves, it’s a very challenging period. We overthink, we try to chart out possible outcomes and contingency plans, we need to mentally prepare ourselves to face the stark possibility of failure, and to temper our hopes and expectations in case of success, etc.

It’s not easy, but we do it. Somehow. We do our best to gather information, analyze it, and arrive at a decision. We go over it again and again. But finally, we decide. And in that moment, we think we’ll be okay with whatever happens after that. We can’t control everything, but we have done what we can for now, and we are happy with our choice.

But we are only human. When the stakes are high, we do look for support from our family. The support that we seek could be in the form of money, or legs in the field, or setting us up with the right contacts, or sharing their knowledge and experience, etc.. But mostly, it’s just emotional support that we seek – we just want to know that they understand us, and our decisions, and that they’ll be okay with however things turn out, because they believe in us, and in our ability to take the right call.

I wish I had that right now. Just a little faith, a bit of belief. In me, in my ability to make my own life’s decisions. 

I understand that my family is acting out of love and concern for me, and I do appreciate that. But there comes a time, when you need them to let go, to let you make your own mistakes and learn from them. This echoes something I had written a couple of years ago. Seems like nothing has changed on that front during this time. It seems that in my family’s eyes, I’ll always remain someone who’s not smart or capable enough to decide what’s good for him.

And it’s not just about being concerned about a risky decision. That is only natural when you love someone. What I’m really pissed about is that my family can’t even understand the reason I’m making that choice. They are assuming all kinds of frivolous reasons for it, which are far from the truth. The thing pinching me most is that they still don’t get me. Will they ever? If your family can’t, who can?

Fortunately or unfortunately, I’m a man of my own convictions. This risky choice of mine may well come back to bite me in the ass, or it may pay good dividends. After thinking about it and doing the best I can to arrive at a decision, I’m willing to take that chance. But it would’ve been nice to have your loved ones support you in that decision.

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Sometimes, I wonder what my life would’ve been like if I had people backing me, who had faith in me. Not just on this occasion, but in life in general. I know people whose families have that kind of faith in them, and these people always seem to be quite confident and sure of themselves. It could just be a coincidence, but I have a feeling that it is not.

I guess for the rest of us, constantly fighting to stand up for our beliefs, and to prove ourselves is the only way to survive. Maybe one day that will change?


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The Power Of The Knowledge Of The Self

Many times in life, we find ourselves in situations where we can’t figure ourselves out. We don’t know why we act or think the way we do. And what we can do if we wanted to change ourselves.

As a typical INFP type personality (yes, I do think there’s some merit to this personality categorization. Don’t know about you, but it works for me at least), I definitely like introspecting and asking questions of myself, and, in the process, discovering more about myself. I may not always be right, but the desire to understand myself better is there.

Even though there are numerous self-help books and articles and talks and so-called “experts”, all telling us about ourselves (some sincerely and helpfully, some not), I think it’s rare to find opportunities to really know ourselves. And rarer still to find those opportunities at the “right” time. Because, to really make full use of any such chances, we need to be in the right frame of mind emotionally and spiritually, based on our experiences. I’ve had instances when the same things have made much more sense when I came across them after certain experiences, when I was in a certain place.

Life is a constant teacher, but one has to be ready to receive the lesson to really understand and remember it.

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But you might ask: “Why does it matter how well I know myself?” Well, to each, her own. Perhaps a person can only answer that question for oneself. Or, who knows, maybe it doesn’t even matter for everyone. There are some who even say that knowing oneself could be dangerous. But for me personally, it matters. It matters a lot.Read More »

Living Without Masks

Consider this: You are chatting in a group, and discussion veers towards a certain person X. Specifically, towards his attitude towards money.

The group thinks that X is a miser, stingy with his money. He doesn’t buy things that he should, and that he can easily afford. But, in your heart, you think that X’s behavior is more cautionary than stingy, that he is careful with his money, which is a totally fine thing to do. And let’s assume that you think so because you have a similar attitude towards money as X; you would do the same in his place.

At this point, suppose the group asks for your opinion on the topic of X and his money; what you would do if you were in his place. What do you say now?

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A Stranger

A poem about a chance meeting with a “stranger”:


In a cool autumn breeze,
Walking down an old street,
I came across a stranger,
And it made me lose my ease.

Memories, I tried to plow.
But my mind wouldn’t allow.
I knew I knew the man.
Just didn’t know how.

He was old and wrinkled.
But his eyes still twinkled.
“Hey there! Remember me?”
My heart, his voice tingled.

He smiled at me, bit amused.
I stared at him, lot confused.
“Sorry, but how do I know you?”
Said I to the man perused.

To which he said:

“I’m the wolf that wasn’t fed,
Surprised, I ain’t already dead.
Missing, marooned memories –
I’m what time hasn’t yet shred.”

Thinking him mad, I began to leave.
My quandary, he seemed to perceive,
For he spat, “Time, when one gifts,
Be humble, and their wisdom, receive.”

He went on:

“Friends were we; grew up together.
Our bond was to be our tether.
Keeping us safe, sane, spirited –
Storms, it would’ve helped us weather.”

The fog lifted at this mention.
I realized our deep connection.
Shocked, surprised, I almost cried,
At this ghost’s resurrection.

I inquired where he had gone.
Why return this beautiful dawn?
Why couldn’t I see him before?
Why did it have to take so long?

He answered with:

“Too busy to look or listen;
In a rush, you missed all the fun.
I was always ’round the corner;
You just… never made the turn.

But, for a breath, you stopped today.
So, here I am, plain as day.
Fate often looked you in the eye,
Only, this time, you didn’t look away.”

***

We meandered through a park.
Enthralled by the song of the lark,
I gaped at the colors of fall,
Wondering where had gone this spark.

As the old leaves fell,
I felt my heart swell –
A lightness long forgotten,
The lifting of a dark spell.

Finally, I understood this:
That feeling of something amiss,
Was just me not able to see,
A life blessed with beauty’s kiss.

So, at long last, I said to him:

“All your words are indeed true.
I’ve missed this place, this view,
Missed the laughter, the light,
Missed so much about you.

Last we talked, I was a child.
Living in a world less wild.
With a heart full of wonder,
Worried far less, much I smiled.

But somehow I lost that zen.
God only knows way back when.
Times changed, and so did I.
Never been the same again.

I so wish I could’ve seen,
The futures that could’ve been.
Life, blessed with your charisma,
Would be so much more serene.

I lost you once, and was lost.
But, thank God, our paths, at last, crossed.
Don’t leave my side till I close my eyes.
Not again can I suffer that cost.”

***

And so continues our story.
I just pray I never again see,
That deep, dark, death of a night when
That “stranger” is, once more, a stranger to me.


So, finally, I’ve managed to finish this poem! Although the idea for it came is swiftly and unexpectedly as ideas are wont to do, fleshing it out into the poem you see above has taken up a considerable part of my attention over the last two months. I know it’s not great, but it’s definitely the longest poem I’ve done in my short career as a poet, and given how much time and effort it took, and the subject, it’s quite close to me (although, as an artist, everything I write is close to me!). Hope you guys like it too!

P.S.: The inspiration for this poem came when reading the poem: “The Crooked Man” by Elrow Swift on hellopoetry.com. As I was reading about the “crooked man” in the linked poem, an idea suddenly popped into my head about what it would be like to meet the “stranger” from my poem.


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How Free Are We Really?

We have all heard the word “freedom”. One might define it as the ability to move around freely, to be able to say and do things one wants (assuming no rules or laws are being broken by such things). If asked if they are free, most of us would probably say that we indeed are.

However, apart from the physical manifestations of freedom, I think the mental aspects of it are equally as important, if not more. To be truly free, I think one must have freedom from fear, experience, conditioning, self, and knowledge.

Let’s talk about each of them and see why they are important, and how we can deal with them.

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