Just Me!

Sharing a few quotes, to give a context of my creations to you:

“We spend our lives talking about this mystery. Our Life” – Jules Renard

“Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present” – Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

“Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.” – Dejan Stojanoviæ

“Man is the only animal for whom his own existence is a problem which he has to solve.” – Erich Fromm

The opinions, emotions and writings are personal and not intended to change yours. To know more, read on…

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When I’m gone!




Your tears will flow,
But I won’t know,
Cry for me now!


You’ll utter words of praise,
But I won’t hear,
Praise me now!



You’ll send flowers,
But I won’t see,
Send them now!


You’ll long my voice,
But I won’t speak,
Talk to me now!


You’ll be sorry,
But I won’t feel,
Apologize to me now!


You’ll crave my touch,
But I won’t budge,
Hold me now!


You’ll forget my faults,
But I won’t halt,
Forget them now!


You’ll miss me a lot,
But return will I not.
Miss me now!


You’ll have regrets,
But I won’t fret.
Acknowledge those now!


You’ll wish, you could’ve time for me,
But I won’t be with thee,
Be with me now!

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In my Solitude

solitudeIn my solitude, I stand,

far away in a distant land.


Sweltering heat, drying tears.

Unlike dreams,

coming true are fears.


Sweat, grime and dust.

Amidst the gloom,

someone my own, I lust.


Withering me, parched earth.

What I seek,

is in dearth.


With deafening silence abode.

In my habitat,

loneliness galore!


Barren land,

no footprints.

I swivel around,

Not a glint!


Lost I feel,

tired I am.

As I try to raise,



Back to the ground,

I’ve fallen,

All from the top,

right to the bottom.


I ask,

Is there life, is there hope?

Until when,

can I hope to cope?


As life and hope continue to gaze,

A mirage is what,

I seem to chase.


Will this solitude end?

In fading hope and years,

Who knows if…..

one summer may bend.


Until then,

I continue to stand,

In my solitude….

on a faraway land!

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Life : A paradox of sorts

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‘Ignorance is bliss’- I had heard,

But one living in it, is called a jerk.

Living is such a paradox here,

And then they say, the world is a sphere.


If this was true,

what goes, should come back to you,

But neither people nor time do.


They say its good to dream-

“Dream as if life’s a song”

Then they say,

“Get up and move,

life and dreams don’t get along!”


They say live in today, forget your past,

For your future,  raise the mast.

I say,

“Future is obscure, today’s gonna end”,

So, lets not pretend!

Truth is, “Only the past stays with you, till the end”.


When I question life,

I am crazy, I am being told.

But when it all thrusts upon them,

Why cannot they withhold.


What is life?

“Yes, i cannot understand”,

But those who do,

Still don’t give me a hand.


I want to fly and be free,

“You can do it –  have wings”

But then they say,

“You can’t live on a tree”.


Most beautiful is to be a child,

When I tried to remain one,

Why did you go wild?!


Its you –  who killed the child in me,

Why complain?

“The world is’nt the way it should be”.


“Live to the fullest,

Life is about to go”…

Then why do you tell me to go slow.

When I run, you tell me to walk,

Do you ever walk the talk!


When I laugh out loud,

“U laugh too much”,

And when I don’t,

“U shouldn’t be such”.


When You cry – Its pain.

When I do – Its insane!


When I don’t ask,

“U are not interested”,

And when I do,

“U just don’t get it!”


The paradox doesn’t end here –

What goes, never comes back,

And then they say, the world is a sphere !!!

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Dreams are made of…

I like to sleep.

In the emptiness of the night,

there are some dreams, so serene.Dream


Some dark and dry,

Some that make me cry.

Some, where there is only noise,

And some that you fantasize.


Some take you through the alleys of Eygpt,

Others just seem so crypt.

Sometimes they lead you into a dungeon,

Others may fly you over the bridge in London.


Some real, Some fake,

why is that dreams are made?

Is there a story behind those images,

Or did someone write a screenplay in pages.


I kept wondering how to define,

Yet at the end of the night,

Those dreams were mine.


I saw a pyre being lighted by me,

I woke up, only to cry and cry,

Assured it will never be,

Until weeks later, it indeed was me!


Did someone say, dreams do come true,

Little did they tell me,

Only the nightmares do.


Why are dreams made?


To give me happiness or pain.

Some lose, some retain,

But if they were not meant to be,

Why do one I even see?


Those dreams where I smile, I laugh,

Those dreams where I live happily ever after,

But those are dreams though,

When I open my eyes, flow away like water.


I think to myself,

Why did I have to wake up?

Is there no place on earth,

Where I could live it up.


So, what really are dreams made of?


Of plastic or of silk,

why don’t I seem to remember it at will.


Of demons or of angels,

no one could tell.


Of sweetness or of bitterness,

or randomly in wilderness.


Of reality or of fairytales,

lasts only until you are called “Awake!”


Of bright colors, or full of greys,

only the grey ones seem to stay.


Of a bright day or a gloomy night,

something you cannot seem to fight.


Of cotton or of wood,

I would choose them if I could.


Of water or of stone,

would capture them before they were gone.


Of  sugar or of salt,

I wish I could know it all……………

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Hello world!

Hello World !

Every software programmer would be very familiar with the old phrase “Hello World”, as he would have opened his eyes into the all so cryptic binary world of software seeing these two words. The first program of his life was written and here gleamed these two words on the screen. This meant that the code he had written was indeed working and these words were an evidence of that. He beamed with happiness as he had now seemed to identify the ”right path to success”. He felt it was “his” moment, his ‘eureka’ moment. Suddenly the whole world seemed to be just an order away. But was it? And this is where it all started….

Started a race….a race for winning, a target for achieving, a hunger for ruling,  a struggle for survival etc., etc., He learnt to crawl, then walk, then brisk it up, and did not realize when suddenly one day, one fine day, he was running. And running. And running. He was indeed running, but

running a race for winning,

running behind a target for achieving,

running behind a hunger for ruling,

running in a struggle for survival,

but all along, little did he realize….in the end, he was only running behind a pursuit for happyness…..

Happyness? What is this? He was always entangled in the getting to spell “happyness” correctly. Obviously, he was running to get a 10-on-10 in Dictation in primary school. Happyness was always h-a-p-p-I-n-e-s-s. Did he then care for anything beyond the obvious? For that matter, how much of it, did he care for even today?

But did it matter then?

“Obviously Not”

Happiness was never the goal of life. It was a way of life, and was implicit. It was always ‘absolutely’ there. He couldn’t care less..

But does it matter today?

“Mmmm…It surely does”

Happiness in this time, is the motto of life. It’s no longer a way of life, but a means towards life. Today, it has to be explicitly derived. It is now ‘relative’ and ‘subjective’.

Conserve and nurture happyness..It will be gone before you blink !!

Why did this definition of happiness change through his course of life. All he was doing was just running, eyes fixed on the finish line. Then where did he falter?

While running, all his energy and focus was so fixed on the finish line, that he could not see beyond the obvious finish line.

It did not occur to him that the finish line was a moving target and it kept moving away and away as soon as he thought it was getting closer and closer.

It did not occur to him that as much as he seemed to get closer and closer to the finish line, he moved farther and farther from his origin.

It did not occur to him that as much as he tried to untangle the hurdles that came his way, the more difficult it became for him to decipher the true reason behind his race.

It did not occur to him that “Hello World”  was not plain and simple as it seemed. It was encrypted with the most complex algorithms of the same binary world; the same racing track he was running on.

These two encrypted words had snatched away so much from him – the real meaning and sensation of happyness, the true sense of belonging, the real meaning and reason of existence, a rested and peaceful soul, a silent moment of leisure and freedom,  and a gamut of invaluable, lovable moments, emotions which were left behind on the origin.

As William Henry Davies beautifully puts it:

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare. 

He couldn’t agree more. He couldn’t regret more….
Look for the key to de-crypt “Hello World” in the maze of the encrypted world, and decipher your cryptic existence !!
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