An Ode to All Fathers!

He makes no noise, he just treads on; with treasures- of the beauty in his being, and the love in his heart, of the grace in his loyalty, and the honesty in his character, of the strength in his mind, and the composure to face it all. His grit is his virtue- always giving, he’s…

The Emotion Machine

In this mind-expanding book, scientific pioneer Marvin Minsky continues his groundbreaking research, offering a fascinating new model for how our minds work. He argues persuasively that emotions, intuitions, and feelings are not distinct things, but different ways of thinking. By examining these different forms of mind activity, Minsky says, we can explain why our thought…

Most Important Things

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them, words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie…

Dreams to Discoveries

“Dream, dream, dream. Dreams transform into thoughts and thoughts result in action”- these are the words of our former President- the Missile Man of India, Dr. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam during an interaction with students. He was a great dreamer, and he motivated the younger generation of the nation to dream high. But his…

Due Decorum!

She always chose to stay composed and calm until one day she felt it was time she took a stance. She did no wrong, she only wanted to show why she was right, but she was rude and sounded unpleasant. She was angry- it wasn’t exactly her day, she was overwhelmed, she had behaved totally…

Oblivion

Blood pumping, face gleaming with sweat, spirit soaring and dropping simultaneously. Stars twinkling, lighting the field, winds blowing. Heaving sighs, he stood there, short of breath. With a sword in his untidy hand, his shield glistening, with beads of crimson red hanging loosely in his other hand, he could smell earth, blood, sweat, and ignited…

Nighthawk

A recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night—an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future—that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can successfully ignore for weeks, only to feel its presence hovering outside…

Nine

Shivers shoot down my spine, how we lost count of time. Fingers tracing fine lines- stumbling to the edge, I tumble out of bed at nine. Two humans flawed by design, error is indeed divine. I resign myself to the fact that I am destined to lose sleep over you, and never wake up to…

Bloom

How familiar we are with darkness can be quite surprising at times. You sit there and wonder how someone that looks so alive can actually be so melancholic. I believe that this darkness is what sets the right contrast for us to see clearly. But our role doesn’t end there, we don’t just survive and…

The Lost Cause

His eyes were pleading, searching for someone to understand, to voice out what his imagination couldn’t even grasp. But they all looked at him passively, making him feel hopelessly numb. He was looking for an anchor, but he couldn’t find one. So he crashed inside, his muscles rippled. A range of expressions masked his face;…

Death is Nothing at All

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we…

Adieu

How happy will the mind be, when from your memories it shall flee; escape the sweet sweet recollection of you, and whisper to our past- “adieu, adieu”. No denying, what we shared was magical, but the end to it was all so tragical. Maybe our love was a perfect delight, but the moment and time…

You

You are the poetry I want to write. You are that lush bough I want to alight. You are such wild rainfall, I’m dying to be drenched- a thirst that never be quenched. If you are the petal, I am the dew; an unsung ballad, a canvas of hue. You are the love that never…

The Predicament

“If you don’t get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don’t want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can’t hold on to it forever. Your mind is your predicament. It wants to be free of change. Free of pain, free of the…