Posted in Overthinking, poem, Uncategorized, writer, writing

Inmate

Amidst the swarms of crowd
I feel lost
Defunct and helpless
As a future less womb

In these ocean of mindless thoughts
I yearn to find my sanity
Doubting whether it is lost forever
Or still hiding within me

Unhindered musings enslave me
Binding my heart in their chains
Shackling my prudence
And my pride

Oh those shackles!
Slithering from my heart
To my feeble mind
Entangling every speck
Every shred
The last dregs of wisdom..

My soul is still untouched
Is it still mine
Or have the thoughts snaked around her as well?

Am I still left?
Is my essence there?
Or is it extinct
In the bloody swathes of binding reverie

Oh what am I?
If not
A prisoner of my own mind…

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Posted in cherrapunjee, Meghalaya, Meghalayw, shillong, travel, travel diaries, travel writing, traveller, travelogue, trek, trekking, Uncategorized, writer, writing

Double Decker Living Roots Bridge Trek

The first suspension bridge on Double Decker Living Roots Bridge Trek.
Trust me, I had never been more afraid with my acrophobia showing its true colours while I was trying to cross the oscillating bridge.

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Posted in Love, poem, Uncategorized, writer, writing

Double – Whammy

Hiding your passion

You think you are clever

In fooling everyone

But not me.

 

Those tensed lines on your forehead

And the mindless scratching of your brows

Recite a different tale.

 

You roll your head

You flicker your eyes

Becoming bigger when you get astonished

 

I gaze at you

While you look the other way

Admiring your beauty

When you are least aware

 

Afraid I become when you peer into my eyes

And can gauge my world

Which resides in your heart

 

You know not about this secret admirer

Who waits to see your raucous laughter

Your infectious positivity baffles my inner demons

Letting me believe in life again

 

But another maiden waits for me back home

I love her but I am falling for you

For how long can I pretend?

This mind is with her but heart

Oh my dear wild heart…

It is slowly drifting towards you

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Travel musings – Alchauna

We often become so engrossed in our worldly and comfortable pleasures that we forget the boons a simple life brings.
While on a digital detox retreat organized by @transformingtravels , I was able to re-connect with mother nature sans my cellphone. We were also given a tour of the organic farms and were invited to taste the fresh fruits and vegetables right from their source. Needless to say, I had never tasted peas which was so fresh and sweet.

These are the organic greenhouses that grow cabbage and spinach in the Silent Valley, Alchauna.

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