Incoherence

I’m human, I operate on many levels I’m creative I have a method to build new worlds I add new dimensions to my existence open windows draw energy I take pride in varied output.. I celebrate different facets of intelligence I combine energies to create patterns that resonate with life inspire others to meet their … More Incoherence

The Couch

“This couch is so comfortable…” cooed Anne. “I’ve seen emotional exhaustion, people tapping energy reserves to survive, people at the end of a tether ready to give up and a few of them getting refuelled to face life again. I bought this couch from the shrink I worked for, and wanted to be on to … More The Couch

No choice

When I elevated you and was pushed downI voted you to power, to look like a clownI’m not imbecile, and I want my rightsHobson’s choice – just one long night I voted you to power, to look like a clownThere was no one there, but your fake smileHobson’s choice – just one long nightI’ll jump … More No choice

Life is a journey

you dig, you dream you wish, you want you work, you slog you aspire, you conspire you overstretch yourself to fulfil a dream it gets magnified it looks within reach I need to get there and when you get a chance you jump at it blind It’s victory supreme you float for a while then … More Life is a journey

Impostor Syndrome

Will you recognise me without the crown? It’s the real me yet so unlike me emeralds of wisdom rubies of knowledge diamonds of trust which you gave me… I wander between gems blinded by lustre find myself in cracks burst out in full glory

Life after Death

How does it feel like to see light at the end of the tunnel? It was there all along, but I was focussed on darkness in the tunnel and claustrophobia. I even forgot to explore depths of darkness and discover hidden secrets there. Limited me! absolute darknessblinded by infinity-Regain your powerSee your soul merged with … More Life after Death

Impostor

There are three kittens looking like Kitty, probably her offspring. They look at me with curiosity, but my eyes look for my friend. Hope she recognises me… It was a deep bond, but not a free one. Reciprocity was the name of the game. I taught her how to use a laptop and the internet, … More Impostor

Close All Tab!

Originally posted on radhikasreflection:
The spotlight focuses on an ensemble of ideas, incomplete tasks and memories, that take center stage without an invite, blaring their discordant voices. With a conscious effort, I scat them away one by one, much to my dismay, a multitude of others pop up. The plethora of thoughts vying for attention…