Truths of Time

Time is not your enemy.
You are. Your assumed immortality,
your blatant neglect of the world around you
and your ignorance of the wonders that pass you –

Time has never marched.
But you have. And your soul – now parched,
longing for something far from your hold,
forgetting that soon you’ll be still and cold –

Time is not unjust.
You are. Your blindness and mistrust
towards the truth of mortality,
your broken assumptions and mentality –

Time is not beyond control.
It is yours to seize. Yours in whole.
But promised only is this minute,
and if you can fit a universe within it –
Time is yours.


Suit & Tie

I watch them go to work every day
They always know what to do and say
“It’s a stable job and it’s got good pay”
Their heart hurts, but they go anyway

They hate their bosses, they hate their jobs
And yet they flee to work in mobs
Another day, another dollar
Their voice is choked beneath smoothened collars

Somewhere they’re convinced that they’re tired and duller
Though deep within their souls, they’re bursting with colour
Inside there’s an artist waiting to break free
Somewhere deep inside you & me.

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The Easy Choice

Author’s note: I know that I haven’t written in a while, so here’s a poem entitled The Easy Choice about how we are often confronted with decisions where the easy option isn’t the right one and how human nature often dictates that we run away from our troubles and in the face of adversity. I hope you enjoy it and take back something from my poem.

I walked the path of journeys old

Memories, of grime and gold

And wondered, nostalgic, what the cause

to leave what I loved doing truly was

What made me take the other route?

Who crushed my dream with fear and doubt?

Why did I choose to leave my load?

When I had reached but a mere crossroad?


Was my will so weak that I could not see

beyond the obstacles and adversity?

Was I so blinded by that I impetuously fled

so solely consumed by angst and dread

so unable to see what I could encounter ahead

that I forgot the reason why I tread

the road of what could have been?

Only because I lacked a win?


And now I wistfully reminisce

in seemingly utter comfort and bliss

Yet in my heart I feel untrue

to joy and passion for what I do

So if I again I am confronted

If all my hope is weak and blunted

In toil and work I shall immerse

And emerge victorious from the greatly adverse.


A Prayer of Pride

One day I pondered, prayed and asked,

Would you be proud if I had fame?

If even in places obscure and vast,

people knew and praised my name?

Would you be thrilled of my success?

If whatever I did, I was the best?

Unsurpassed, and nothing less,

If I wore victory like a crest?

Would you be pleased to see me rise?

And conquer every challenge faced?

Win each and every single prize,

every time I run a race?

God replied, “Sure, perhaps I would,

but maybe a little more if you paused your run,

took time out to do a little good,

and chose to have a little fun.”

Teachings of Conflict & Mercy

Fighting teaches us a lot, and we have evolved to learn. We know when to attack, when to hold back and when to tolerate. The only new feature we have as a species is forgiveness. Though forgiveness seems like a virtuous, peaceful and heavenly quality, it is also entwined with numerous rules. We learn when to forgive, when to ignore and when to dismiss pleas. We learn when people are manipulating us, levying false and dishonest apologies upon us. This decision making process is what makes each of us unique. If we unknowingly dismiss honest and integral pleas, we are merciless. If we constantly forgive people with malicious intents, we are pushovers. None of us wish to be used or to be ruthless, but both conflict and mercy require difficult decisions that we sometimes simply cannot choose between. This seemingly simple and slightly uncommon situation actually occurs on a daily basis all around the world. The choice between hate and love, war and peace and between revolution and tolerance is the choice that leads our species on the precipice of indecision, and if wrongly chosen, disaster.

The Lane

Author’s note: The lane is an extended metaphor of life 🙂

Many souls have walked this lane

Perhaps searching for something to gain

Some unknown and some of fame

But few I really know by name


Some walked in sunny, pleasant strolls

For them, happiness filled their souls

And some have tried to leave their mark

while some rushed along in the dark


Most people pace the street in haste

but only few savour the taste

of the walk they walk and things they hear

and the things they love, and the things they fear


Travellers listen to the sounds

that almost erupt from the grounds

the laughs and love from much before

the hurt and hate that make them sore


The sound of people who cried and cried

Or the people who stood tall and defied

Only the sounds can really guide

In this long street, there’re no rules applied


Some people live their lives a lie

Some people walk on with a sigh

Some fill themselves with hope and pray

But no one really knows the way.


I’ve seen them run of course, but that’s fine

The street is large and can’t confine

Perhaps they’re just exploring time

and hope they don’t find dirt and grime


But this lane is quite new to them

It can praise and can condemn

The trick is to keep walking, though

And make your pace quite soft and slow.

Human Ego

“We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special.”

-Stephen Hawking

Thousands of years ago, the Greeks believed themselves to be at the centre of the universe. At the time, the idea was plausible, believable and since it showed the human race in a godlike form, widely accepted. Humans, although civilised, were hardly advanced. The Greeks enjoyed seeing themselves as powerful and important beings, and at the core of everything.

We have come far from that belief, and humans have uncovered radically different truths about our role in this vast and unending universe we call home. We have discovered that we are a minuscule and insignificant part of an unimaginably large collection of matter. Continue reading “Human Ego”

Awake in the Waters

Author’s note:- this is a short piece written on 11/03/2017, describing the thoughts of a girl who loved the waters. Tell me what you think of the description in the comments! (This was written in 6th grade) 

The water was her world. There was no judgement of looks, no unnecessary small talk with people who considered themselves superior, and no constant competition to be the best. While swimming in the lake, one could only watch and simply observe. Nothing but that moment was important. You solely observed the magnificence of what lay before your eyes, without running away to complete errands. Scuba diving was not just her hobby, but her enlightenment as well. She discovered many facts that could not be obtained in her daily life. She discovered that if you didn’t live in the moment, you didn’t live at all. One must see through the mind as well as the eyes to think clearly. The way to learn was not just to read textbooks, but to experience the wonders that are waiting to be sought out by you. So, to her, the waves were her wisdom. The tides were her thrill, and each and every moment she spent underwater was special.