Tuesday, 1 November 2016

Reflected reflections

 Our soul is our essence , our mark of existence.
Our body though is just a physical depiction, an image ...quite blurred in justifying our existence.
And we as whole, are a reflection of our souls.
But what if even our souls had a reflection?
Not the 'soulmates' ,'better halves' ( hardly ever believed in it) but I mean our soul reflection.

One which has been bruised and wounded, same places as yours.
One which is healing with equivalent pace as yours , in the same direction with the same ideologies.

A soul which feels as intensely as yours, which yearns for similar path of liberation,has a vision just like yours.

If there is a reflection of our physical body then there must exist a reflection of our souls.

The meet of these souls is destined. Sometimes by fate , sometimes by us.
When we feel we are the only ones doing this ( insert an offbeat path/decision) or feeling this. When all our energy is sucked up by the other negative energies...this is the new energy to thrive upon.

It's okay to have not figured out or pointed out your reflection. But remember it's your reflection ,it has always been there and will always be there. 

It's an irony how much we value the physical body in comparison to our consciousness , which is rather the cause of existence. 
Sometimes, we are not what we show.
What for? (You supposedly know)
Where do we end up ? Disappointed , dissatisfied with life and among energies we don't resemble.

Try showing the real you. The 'you' behind that stubborn mask. let your energy synchronize in harmony of the souls you belong with. 

Let your soul reflect.
And let your reflected reflection 'reflect' the real you.

Content writer: Sharvi kadam  

Wednesday, 5 October 2016

Can you escape?

Few live in reality , few create reality and all others are just escaping reality.
If at all, reality exists .
What's real to you might not be real to me.
Yet each of us is trying to find an escape to something which is not even real. 

Anything which takes us to our own world is an escape, giving a feeling of euphoria , leaving us wanting more.

Each one has own way to escape , dance , reading , solitude , isolation, sex , drugs , cigarettes, travel..

It gives pleasure , some say. It's easy and quick ,others say. But how lasting is it?
And what kind of a pleasure is this which makes us feel detached,disconnected or just shut down as soon as we are back to reality - our version of reality.

We think we need to escape from reality but what if reality itself is an 'escape'?

If it is ...then escaping is actually possible.
If escape is happening then ,
what are we escaping from? 
And what are we escaping into?

Friday, 23 September 2016

Hold me.

No, I don't want you to say " It's going to be okay."
I want you to hold me , stay with me until it 'gets okay'.
I want you through the rain and storm
Through the thunder and darkness
When my soul cringes to believe in faith
When it ceases to believe in me
I want you to look me in the eyes
Let me see my own reflection in you.
See me in you.
One who has no doubts and fears
One who is so fierce
To have loved a soul like you.
No, I don't want you to say " I will always be there".
I want you to caress my hair , kiss me on the forhead .
Say no words
Just hold me tight
Hold me until your 'always ' becomes

When my hands shiver,
When my legs have lost all their strength,
When my body has just given up on me.
No, I don't just want you to say " I will grow old with you".
I want you to 'grow' old with me.
To grab me by the waist and kiss me
Like your lips touched mine never before.

When my soul is tired of living
Surviving .
Merely existing.
With that bent spine and wrinkled shaky hand of yours.
I want you to embrace me in your warmth.
Say no words
Just hold me tight.
Hold me until I feel this world is a better place for us to thrive.

Monday, 1 August 2016


She was made of darkness and light , a paradox in her own . Her light enough to show her own tribe. Her darkness though was a side of hers she never believed she had . It created her and consumed her.Like a demon and an angel resting in one soul. Angel is the well wisher she thought . But the dark side of life makes her trust the demon more. 
     She has been always afraid to face the demon in her. Yet it was her reality was time to accept it. The perception that angels are good and demons are evil started fading  away as she stepped her way into the darkness. It was her mind playing games with her she realised. It's not what you look at that matters , it's what you see.  There is no good and evil's our vision , how we decide to perceive it . Learning to embrace the darkness took more courage than clinging on to the light .
        She may not be the same person now , the one made with darkness and light. Her energies are synchronised.  The light and darkness are no longer two different aspects. The synergies of the two gave her a feeling of euphoria. 

She was made of darklight , a paradox in her own .

Friday, 22 July 2016


Misfit. Is who she is. She doesn't belong to anywhere or anyone.She possesses none.
People and places are just superficial. They are not real.Like a visual trap. What's real is the connection. Connection that brings a sense of belongingness , a homely feel to her.
But she, with a heart so tender...can even find this feeling with a man she just met, who makes her feel so comfortable and protected...she cares about nothing else in the world.
All she has is this one moment. One beautiful moment when everything falls into place. This is not love neither lust it's pure connection between a man and a woman.It doesn't matter if they only have this one moment or spend their rest of the lives together. They are connected now and always will be. She thought she doesn't belong to anywhere or anyone . but now she knows she's exactly where she needs to be. In the moment.

She gets it when she's 'home'. it could be with a strange man or at a strange land. a place She has never been before makes her feel right at home. How strange is that? It was as if the cold breeze , the mysterious salty air , the sand have been waiting for her. As she steps her barefoot in the sand she fulfills this nature's calling. Step by step she leaves her print behind to remember her by. It's not the beauty of the place that impresses her it's the connection she feels here.
So intense , so liberating. Her body is reacting now . She feels the tears about to roll down her cheeks. But she is happy...she is smiling. What kind of happiness is this? That makes her cry her heart out. I told you the cold breeze , the mysterious salty air , the sand all have been waiting for her to fill this empty space in her heart....which was yearning for a deep connection ever since. She cannot be more thankful for what this strange land has given her.

Being a misfit , she is happy.She finds home anywhere and everywhere. Not one place or person defines her belongingness.

After all , beauty is wherever we see it.

PS : imagine a beautiful picture here with the sand and sea waves and the foam of salty water.
sorry too lazy to find one!

Wednesday, 15 June 2016

Are you afraid of the dark?

Walking at night  , at a strange place where the only light that guides my path is the moon's , the only voices I hear is from the distant woods.Each time I step my foot forward I am afraid to look back.There is no light , It's the darkness that I am following.I don't trust my own senses cause now I am imagining unreal things. You see? Darkness is so powerful . It takes us away from the reality, makes us hallucinate. Yet I say it's not that scary at all!

I don't understand why darkness is always associated with negativity.If you ask me , I have always liked dark places .They a story of their own . So intense , it sends chills through our body. The quietness in such places is fulfilling. Really.....what are we scared of? 
Our reactions to unfamiliar situations depend on our unconscious mind .What we think , we are. 
Our fears are in our brains , they are not real . 
It's the fear sometimes that overrules your mind. 
Fear of what? 
Of darkness.
Fear of the unknown .

Everyone is dealing with their own demons , fighting their own battles. When we are at a dark place in our life.
When everything has destroyed us. We feel lost and afraid. Afraid of life's challenges. Afraid of failure. Afraid of the dark side life has shown us.
 All we try to do is run away from it. Not once do we think of facing it. Facing the darkness. Looking at the demon, in the eye.Facing our fear but forgetting what it is to be afraid even though your heart in trembling. 

It not the darkness that scares you , it's the thought of facing it that scares the most.

The time when you decide to face the demon in you , the moment you face your own fears , you become invincible.  darkness becomes a ray of hope. We just have to embrace the darkness. After all , it's not that scary at all!

Sunday, 5 June 2016

That night.


This night won't let me sleep.
Twisting and turning in bed .
Going a thousand times over the stuff that I call my past now.
Regretting about the things I should and shouldn't have said.
Imagining a thousand more scenarios which my brain knows will never happen but the fellow heart still hopes.
I try to distract myself with some guilty pleasure. 
So this cliche` turns out to be true that the more you do NOT wanna think about it , the more you actually THINK about it. And then the worse , you OVERTHINK.

5 in the morning , still dark outside . Quiet and cold. Just as every other night. But this night is different. It won't let me sleep. Maybe it has something to say , only if i'll bother to pay some heed. But here I am sunk in my own thoughts and worries so much so that I turn a deaf ear towards what this quiet starry night has to say.

It's getting colder. I feel the silence. I love this time the most. When the whole world is dreaming like , for once at least , there is some peace. It is just me , alone. 

Something distracts me . The silence.Perhaps it has something to say. I literally get out of my bed. Making my way through the dark , the moonlight coming through my window shows the way . I sit on the sill. Take my dairy and write. I don't even think. It's like the words come to me. I don't even know why I am doing this , but it feels right. It's as if there is some energy guiding me. Showing me the path , taking me away from the noise to hear what that little voice has to say.  I told you , this night was different. It won't let me sleep. 

As I write, I realised I have stopped worrying and obsessing over my own thoughts. Just like it happens when you meditate. There is a sense of calmness and peace . Stability - mental and emotional. The self-doubting noises in my head stopped polluting my mind. I feel more the other voices. Cause this is not a physical voice , it's spiritual.And I heard it , I heard it say " What you are doing is right . Be strong."
 Or rather this is what I wrote down on paper. The voice came from me , to me.The universe has it's own way of making things happen , you see? 

The sun is just about to rise now. I realise I have ended up writing this. I don't even know how much sense this makes. Perhaps I'll think about it tomorrow night. This night just taught me that when we control and stop the noises in our head - only then can you hear that little voice inside you dying to be heard! 
Everyone is about to wake up and I am ready to go to bed. This night was different. It didn't let me sleep.