Our own prisoners

We cling to the ideas that we accumulate in order to give meaning to our existence. These ideas or beliefs either reflect our hidden insecurity towards certain aspects of life or portrays the course that we consider to be safe for our survival. Certainly, these beliefs are the fruits grown from the seeds that we had sown [...]

Still morning bliss

I ran away. I am still running. I may not reach to you, because there is no end to this running. I saw broken souls, I met people with broken smiles. I heard them giggle, when I saw their empty eyes. I listened to others’ heart, my own is out of voice. Still, I called [...]

Dancing in the dark

(Painting 'Incomplete Dance' by Medha Pandey)   Why should I see you? When in my eyes, you didn't find yourself. I was your mirror, still, in me, you seemed like someone else. I walk in darkness now, for your light left me blind. Thorns do kiss my feet, but the pain never finds it. Why should [...]

Contemplate

Some late summer evening, the warm wind bathed in this half-burnt pine forest will reach to your window. I hope the smell will take you back to the time when our intentions were frivolous, and we took pride in burning our love the moment we sneaked into each other's mind. We were flying loose then. [...]

A choice

Is it 'the truth' or one of your fantasies? The words just escaped your mind, hovering over your landscape of judgment. Would you be able to land them on thin air? Can they come out freely encompassing the silence of pleasure or will they be subdued under the shiver of shame? How long have you [...]

Prisoner

Through the window, on a prison wall; the sky seems to be far. But, those who are outside, he wonders, how free they are? He stretched his mind, which was filled with lies, and silently listened to his own sound. Was it worth? The price that he had paid, when he stood on the free ground. To [...]