Envisaged Soul

Live It, Love Yourself, Laugh It Off It is human nature to be unsatisfied, to want more, to succumb to expectations and external pressures. And to make things worse the neighbour’s grass always appears to be greener. Any person’s life will revolve around one of/some of/many of/all of the following things Career: Power, Money, Knowledge, etc. People: Family, Friends, Partner, Colleagues, and Society, etc. Interests: Hobbies, dreams, and passions, etc. What you do is mostly your choice, and off course there are some unfortunate people who may not have a choice for various reasons. But this is more for people who are not so unfortunate and who have tons of choices in the world to be happy but don’t do shit about it. I am so tired of hearing the statements or being asked questions such as... “Work hard!”, “But you can make more money!”, “Just follow your dream/passion!”, “What will people think/say?”, ”When are you getting married?”, “Why don’t you buy a new car?”. Many people str

A Steady Rock, a Lost Soul and a Long Journey She opened her eyes at that time of the day and it was still unusually bright. Everything that happened, just before those eyes were shut, was far behind, lost and gone, but not forgotten. What was present was that very moment. She could feel the presence of the four elements. The water that was flowing over her feet. The wind that was blowing on her face. The earth that she took rest upon and the sun that was shining bright above. She was far, far away from home, alone but not lonely, on a new journey, a foreign land, surrounded by people that spoke a different tongue, and saw things very different from what she was used to. In that unfamiliar territory, the elements were the only things that felt familiar to her, everything else mostly unknown. She could make herself acquainted to her surroundings, if she sought to. She was tempted to divulge in a dip and swim away into the horizon of that lake, but she chose not to. This day had a

"Not all those who wander are lost; not all that is over is past" ~ John Ronald Reuel Tolkien Saying ‘goodbye’ is never easy for the young warrior, but she knew it was sometimes more important than saying‘hello’. Her life would not be lived until all of the unwritten stories of her book were ventured and in its own way calibrated to completeness. In order for her to arrive to that satisfaction of a new story, she had to move on from comfort and explore the changes all around her, else it was not worth a story at all. It was time to bid farewell to the Knight, for his teachings with the Warrior were done. She could see a 'goodbye' from various perspectives. Did it mean that their stories would never coincide? Or did it mean that their stories would take different turns? Or could it possibly be that there could be new stories played with different characters in the future? The Warrior was no longer just a warrior, and yet, not a knight. She was now baptized by

When reality feels like a dream… After a long, tiring, week day finally came to an end, I free fell across my bed to relax and take a moment to myself. These moments are usually spent having more like a retrospective discussion with myself. This morning when my mind woke up for the first time from deep sleep, I knew what I was about to open my eyes to. I could sense your presence right beside me. I lifted my heavy eyelids while I felt my cheeks make way for a smile only to see your beautiful face right in front of me. And in what may have been minutes, felt like few moments I admired your face as if detailing every inch of your skin. I watched you slowly open your charming eyes that stared right back at me, and those luscious lips broaden a smile on your face. The Silence of Breath had intrigued my conscience with hopes and dreams. At this moment all that was just about to come true. All those wishes had passed on from dusk to dawn. The comfort of laying there in your arms

To Live and to Love the Rains... Most people I know sigh at the thought of rains. Personally, I don't understand it. I for one love the rains. I love almost everything about it. I enjoy right from watching the rains sitting by the window eating brownies, drinking coffee, right up to playing football and getting drenched in it. Long drive/ride in the rain, sometimes even a swim.. Yeah I know what you non lovers are thinking! Why would I want the rain when i’m already wet in the pool and its cold. But its just something about it, that very few people get. One fine Sunday, summer afternoon, I was lazing in my balcony and whiling away my time waiting for evening and the sun set. I don’t really enjoy everything that comes with the blaring heat even though I come from a very hot and humid place along the west coast. And no doubt I loved the coast not because of the hot beaches, but because of the cool ocean that I could swim in after a long, sweaty game of football or volleyball

Weapons of destruction, Winds of change, Love and Life The storm was finally over leaving her with new lessons to be learnt. She had her ‘dark moments’ when time just froze and she went into a deep trance of nothingness. She envisioned herself standing in pitch darkness, surrounded by nothing, no noise, no wind, just emptiness prevailing all around, so much so that she couldn't even see herself. Her awareness limited to only the presence of her mind. It was like sleeping but being very aware of the moment. In contrast to what people might conclude, presume, understand, perceive from this situation, she felt relieved. She knew she was alone, that nobody’s prying eyes could disturb her. It was this moment she could bring up any thought, any memory and project it into the blank space. She picked the memories of the battle with the knight. She played it again and again. She learned that there were new lessons to be learnt, more battles that had to be fought with him in order t

When Karma strikes... She watched the clouds above her, she could see the dark colors seeping in and spreading through, like a cotton soaking ink. It finally began with a gust of wind and a flurry of dried leaves and twigs. She closed her eyes, lowered her head towards the earth and held both her arms before her creating a shield. She could only hear and feel the strikingly cold waft. It grew stronger and faster by the minute. The wind gushed through time along with her. Then a deafening noise struck her ears. The same thunder that once gave her the thrills, now made her shudder. The lightning that brightened the night, was nothing but blinding to her eyes. The open field left no shelter above her head. With no protection anymore she felt naked and vulnerable. The first drop of rain fell on her then opened palm. She stood up and looked to the sky as if waiting for something from above. She watched the droplets of water falling out of nowhere and heading straight down her face.