Poetry

Often silenced and shushed by society.A voice that matters, a voice that resonateswith the masses, the voice with a purpose,it’s why we exist, it’s why you exist.I’ve been abused, I’ve been burnt, I’ve beenscarred, and I’ve been thrown aside, but I’m still here.None of that matters because I am a fighter,a warrior, a voice to […]

Who am I?I’m often disrespected and ridiculed forwho I am.Is it just me? Or is it them?Is this how they see me?Is this me?I can’t find the answer to the question, itkilled me, I wished to run away. And Idid so after years of torment, to themountains.On a spiritual journey, I found theanswer. I found

Twenty-seven is the big number that everyone refers to, and it’s three more years until you’re 30.“Dude, you’re 27!”“Bro, you’re gonna be 30 soon!”Why is it that an individual’s accolades are defined by the number of years they/them have been on this planet?This is such a common thing everywhere.Our society has grown to this unending

Away from the hustle-bustle of the city perched on top of a hill. As I read a book in the lap of Mother Nature, she fiddled her tunes with the birds in a chorus, what a blissful feeling —the serene setting overwhelmed me, as I was soaked by the gusts of winter and the warmth

There are times when we feel that we don’t fit in. We feel out of place. We are forced to blend into the crowd. It is how our upbringing has shaped us. We are made to believe that our actions and opinions define us.But as we grow aware of ourselves, we realise that it doesn’t

We pause to take a deep breath.It calms our thoughts so we can focus clearly.When we meditate, we pause before we exhale.When we go for a stroll in the park or visit a scenic location, we pause to admire & absorb the marvels of nature.When we smell something delicious, we pause and take in the

Each one of us fights our own inner battles. As warriors, we battle the chaos within. It looks colourful on the outside to the rest of the world. But can they see the eternal battle within?We fight tirelessly every day, silently. With persistence and patience to attain that one small victory. Yes, a small victory.

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon as I sat on the chair outside in the garden to read a book with some lovely orchestral music. But then I skipped that to glance at nature and listen to her tunes, the birds chirping a single and the winds with the background score as they rustled through

The journey of life we embark upon is continuous; our decisions lead us. It is on a path that is continuously reshaping and evolving as we progress, just like a cloud. Our thoughts and actions forge the path that we tread on. Yes, sometimes bad decisions lead to a broken path, a path of struggle.