Miscellaneous …

Re visiting… re thinking… re feeling…


I stare at myself in the mirror. I try to find some sign that will lead me to recognize me. Quite often these days, I forget myself. I don’t think these tired, sad eyes belong to me. I remember my eyes, they used to be sparkling. And this fake smile and tired voice? Certainly not mine.

Yes, I had a good voice. I use to sing. The guitar placed at the corner of my room stares at me as well. Its broken string tells a different story. The rythm now is also lost.

I looked at mirror again. Holding the breath doesn’t hide the truth. I look like a bag. Shades of time clearly reflects. This was not me. I was an athlete. 4 Gold and a Silver. Rated as the Best. But its history now.

I live alone. Or I say, I have chosen to live alone. I usually…

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Circle of Life

Dedicated to My Little One
From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There’s more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There’s far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round

It’s the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life

MAD Act!


Invictus” is a short Victorian poem by the English poet William Ernest Henley. Written way back in 1875, this poem still inspire masses..

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.


It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishment the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.


Jeena bhule the kahan yaad nahi,
Tumko paya hai jahan, saans fir ayi wahin.