Dear me,
I'm not sure how old you are or how you are like. I know that people change. 
One thing is for certain though. You probably don't want to listen to the younger you going on and on. You most likely think that I'm so naive and I don't blame you. Maybe I am. In fact, a couple of years ago, I thought that I was mature and everything I thought was right. Now, reflecting back, I feel like...

I believe in...
Freedom of speech.
Where we can express ourselves freely.
I believe in...
Freedom of press.
Where the truth won't be masked.
I believe in...
Justice and fairness.
Where the wrong will be punished
And the righteous will be rewarded.

It seems so long ago;
When was the last time we stood together?
Crowding the streets,
Side by side,
Chanting as one,
Fighting for what we believe in.
Freedom. 

In such dark and bleak times,
Stay safe.
But...

I believe in...
Freedom of speech.
Where we can express ourselves freely.
I believe in...
Freedom of press.
Where the truth won't be masked.
I believe in...
Justice and fairness.
Where the wrong will be punished
And the righteous will be rewarded.

It seems so long ago;
When was the last time we stood together?
Crowding the streets,
Side by side,
Chanting as one,
Fighting for what we believe in.
Freedom. 

In such dark and bleak times,
Stay safe.
But...

Poverty, life, and happiness

"Apne karam ache rakho; bus acha hi hoga"

Keep your actions and intentions good; only good will become of it

Words that my mother has instilled within me, fundamental to my existence. I am unsure if this turn of phrase is popular in the desi community, or if it is soemthing my mother thought of herslef, yet hte importance it holds for me is magnanimous. Through these few wrods, this singular sentence, I am always reminded to remain firm on...

The universe, a single color.

stir the stars and inky pockets of nothingness
sprinkle the chemicals and lonely planets by the millions, into the mix
a pinch of darkness
a dash of sunlight

The recipe of the universe, the paint of everything. 
Our color... 

is Beige. 

A "Cosmic Latte", if you will. 
Creamy, ivory, off white
        "With a extra shot of expresso, please."

Light wins over the dark;
over the Darkness.
Over the Fear. 
Once thought to be...

Dear Mr. Science,
Thank you.

Thank you for your help. For the lives you saved. For the injustices you've fought. For the truth you unfold.

Over the years, you've gifted so much to the world. Cures for the most diabolical diseases, preventing the viral massacre of humanity as a whole. You never gave up on solving the mysterious enigmas we once thought were lost causes, and your unbending will of steel pushes us to improve the lives of the many....

I am the queen,
Of my little town
I am the queen,
Without a crown!

The hut is my palace,
The chair is my throne
My people have no malice,
My people never frown!

In my queendom
Of love and joy,
There is wit and wisdom
In every girl and boy.

I am no Helen,
I am no Psyche
For I rule the haven,
A place many seek.

That's who I am,
The queen of my town
And that's what...

He's there in our time of need
We see him in the good
And seek him in the bad
Like the wind they whisper
At work in the leaves
But left unseen
Many names follow his tales
Of miraculous miracles
They say he is love
Call him creator
This all may be true 
But I know him as
Protector
King
Savior

A hero.

What is that, exactly? One may imagine a tough, rugged figure donned in a spectacular show of garments, ready to pummel the faces of evil-doers in every nook and cranny of the city. People may also think of some vigilante covered in a veil of black leather and various punk-like attire, hands ready to throw street criminals a knuckle sandwich of justice. But why?

Why do we look up to the superheroes we see zooming past our TVs...

Smell good food baking,
snowflakes falling,
sister calling, 
Still surviving 

12/13/20
A Rainy Day

~~~

Dear Diary,

I don't know how to say this because, well, it's indescribable. 
You had to be there, you see. 
It was... 
something else. 
For sure. 
It's still drifting euphorically through my mind.
Tells you how memorable life can be sometimes. 
Memorable enough to stay with you for days... 
probably more.

If I were to go back in time, and experience all of it again,
would I do something differently?
Would I change anything, or...

You. The world needs you. 

Dear Me,

It feels a bit weird writing (typing) this letter. You could be a highly accomplished person, or just a random nobody. You could be a responsible adult while I do the craziest things in life...

Today I write from a world that is stuck in a pandemic, perhaps they have more robots and gadgets in the future than humans? who knows?

Be confident and smile no matter what. Don't take life too seriously. Always contribute and help anyway...

1. Her Morning Elegance by Oren Lavie
This is one of my all-time favorites. It seems up-beat and happy at first glance (listen?), but the lyrics are actually super deep and sad. This song inspires me because it makes me remember to notice the little beautiful things in life that normally go unnoticed. The music video is really cool too. 

2. No Such Thing by John Mayer
I absolutely love the lyrics to this song. Whenever I'm feeling trapped or...

Listen.

Listen close.

You hear it too?

Whispers of grandeur, wealth, and royalty.

Promises of peace, prosperity, and development.

Claims of industry, scientific breakthroughs, and agricultural surges.

All of them are lies from a broken society. 

These illusions were created by people with a mind of creativity, that dreamt of worlds filled with food and water, cities roaring with excitement and wonder, and nations void of conflict and greed.

Greed.

Something so malevolent.

Passionate indeed, but so corrupt in nature.
...

I searched the petrifying valleys of the underworld.
I wandered into the agonizing forest of shame. 
I encountered hardships and deceit, 
all to attain the whereabouts of bliss. 

I explored the cave of ignorance.
I climbed the monumental mountains of gloom. 

By my own free will, 
I secluded myself. 
This solitude, 
an encounter with the 
desolate desert of my mind. 

I wanted to feel the natural ecstasy of content. 
It was my one, greedy desire. 
I sought for its effects,  ...

I believe the stars are magical,
They twinkle and shine in pitch blackness,
And look like specks of glitter in the sky,
And I do believe the crescent moon, 
Is nature's way of smiling,
And if you are lucky,
You will see eyes and a nose too...

And even if it isn't true,
The night sky feels like
The world's blanket
When it sleeps...

This I believe...

This I believe. 

When all hope is lost, when all is bleak, 
One must simply look past the horizon. 
For life does not hand what one most desires in a silver platter. 
It must be fought for. 

So, fight. 
And fight hard. 


 

This I believe. 

When all hope is lost, when all is bleak, 
One must simply look past the horizon. 
For life does not hand what one most desires in a silver platter. 
It must be fought for. 

So, fight. 
And fight hard. 


 

This year, the winter was freezing for the inhabitants of Bleecker Street. The severe snowfall dumped the white sheets everywhere; rooftops, on and by the streets, vehicles, everything was engulfed by the thick snow. But as hard as the circumstances were, a smile did not fade in their features, because, snow, she was always a beauty. A beauty that made their childhoods remarkable, their memories sweeter, but at times, she also left sorrowful memories.

Jamie drew her jacket closer to...

Hardwork never goes unrewarded.

This I believe, if not anything else in the universe. Hardwork, is the one factor that punctuates every achievement worth accomplishing. Luck and fate have their realms of control, yet for me, their is nothing worth having that cannot be created through hardwork. We may all start in different positions in the track of life, but if we retain within ourselves the ability to work hard; it is the tool through which we will succeed. Hardwork...

Hey you! Or me? Or us?

Whatever! I know you're you and I'm me and we are still the same. I say that because I know I will have evolved into a different person. Maybe only the little things have changed like favorite colors or foods. Maybe some bigger things have changed like career aspirations. Despite what may have changed by the time you see this, I know that I still remain the same. The same feelings, the same sense...

I find beauty in the creation of nature: 

The flowers blooming in spring. 

The birth of a wide-eyed child.

The moon and the stars shining their pale light in the darkness of the night.

Allowing a stranger to come into your life,
developing into a meaningful relationship. 

The sight of another, 
stirring up inside, 
breeding wonder and infatuation. 

A lake,
streaming in a bliss of tranquility. 

An innocent child, 
smiling from excitement. 

The discovery of something that ignites a burning...

I find beauty in the creation of nature: 

The flowers blooming in spring. 

The birth of a wide-eyed child.

The moon and the stars shining their pale light in the darkness of the night.

Allowing a stranger to come into your life,
developing into a meaningful relationship. 

The sight of another, 
stirring up inside, 
breeding wonder and infatuation. 

A lake,
streaming in a bliss of tranquility. 

An innocent child, 
smiling from excitement. 

The discovery of something that ignites a burning...