Laid down on the dew-drenched grass, I can see the bats fly over and pass. They squeak and send their echoes, Working to get food and maybe feed their egos. The sky is clear, once in a blue moon, I see how the stars shine and just swoon. There are more than I could ever… Continue reading Looking at the stars
Most of you aren't children anymore, are you? I am not really one either. I do consider myself to be a child as I'm still quite young, but I'm not really a kid in the true sense now. When I was, I never thought I'd miss being a kid. As a kid, I always thought,… Continue reading Why I miss being a child
It's never about having or not having the time, it's all about priorities.
Do not mistake simplicity for stupidity; simple people are like rare gemstones in today's haywire world...
I didn't think much of vocalisation and sub-vocalisation too much until I realised that not everyone is same in this aspect (shoot me). Now that I do know that, let me tell you too (if you know already, well, eh). First off, let me clear out what these two things mean. Whenever we are reading… Continue reading Do you vocalize?
I found an old poem in my poetry bag (I have a folder in which I keep all my poems). Before you guys read the poem, I'd like to clearly state that this is not a poem based on personal experiences (I'm not Taylor Swift). They say people just grow apart, But you never believed it… Continue reading Growing apart
This question was asked by a little kid yesterday. I met this cute kiddo who's around 4 years old. I do not underestimate the ability of people to ask intelligent questions based upon their age but this one came as a complete googly. Why? Because when a teeny kid who cannot pronounce his Rs correctly asks… Continue reading Why do I write?