“Stop and Think”

One day everyone has to die, the feeling is quite overwhelming, your entire life you are a part of an extravagant race in which there are a thousand hurdles, loops even slips, sometimes the road will be smooth and sometimes it will feel like it never ends. 

you run and run and run, first for your life then for yourself and then for your family and your future, you just run.

Then after you have ran a marathon and almost touched the finish line, you look back to see how far you have come but only to realize how much you have missed,

so stop for a moment and breathe, relax and smile, cherish your life because you only live once, laugh and smile with your family, spent time alone. just you and your thoughts, reminisce back to your childhood memories, be happy, be blessed.

Because someday you are going to miss all of it and will regret it, that you had the chance to live but you put it aside for worldly desires for a better life, this notion “better life” has in my opinion misguided many people, you are living a better life just stop and think, don’t throw away something for something you want now, be happy with what you have.

Every one has dreams and goals I do too but I don’t let my goals take all my energy, I save it for my family, for my happiness, I save it for today, 

Sometimes it’s good to only think about the present, not about your past nor your future. 

respect and appreciate what you have, it will make your road to victory much easier,

Cheers friends!, I hope you make it through the day with a smile, May you stay calm and happy because happiness matters.


Shape shifter

We are not what we show,                            We are what we hide,

Buried deep in the desert of the unconsciousness,                                              My mummie rises at night, 

The clock strikes 12:00,                                    It rages from within, 

 When I look at myself in the mirror, I am astonished at my own powers

How I hide the wolf that comes alive at night,  

To devour the lies, To show itself,                To show my reality,

  Beware Newcomers I am not what you think I am,

I am a shapeshifter!                                           I am a human!

With an Angelic face with an empty heart, I glide through your walls like blood after a gash,   

You won’t see me coming, you won’t even know I am there, but I will be present like the sullen air, 

you breathe me in, you breathe me out,I am in your lungs, never doubt!

I can hurt you from inside, be careful who you open up to, 

Sometimes I like borrowing sheep skin to hide myself, just to lure you in, oh baby you don’t know how deep you are in, but when I strike you won’t be able to survive,

I am a wolf, I am a human! 

Don’t be a fool or you will become my meal, my hunger will feast on your stupidity, 

Don’t forget how hard you scheme after all of the hard work you will still remain a sheep!


You heard me cry now you will see me fly,

I had fallen a thousand times, now I will stand tall with a smile,

I will purify myself, I will change!

The time has come for me to rise, to lead, to fly up high,

Nothing distracts me, my goals,my aims calls me!

You little girl! with firey eyes grab my hand and walk with me through the bridge of lies!

Block the negativity inhale the positivity, 

Collect the Manna from the sky, let nature ripe a humane soul in that empty vessel that wishes to strive high,

Be a human not a doll,                                       Be an idol not a God,                                       Be a friend not a cheat,

Be real and show this world what inner cleansing really means,

What you want to see should be applied first on you, don’t be a hypocrite, don’t be a fool! 

Be real, Be you!

“Withered Rose”

Oh! how I resemble to a plucked rose,
Soon my fragility,My beauty,                        My love will wither,                                          I will wither! leaving my scent in the hands of my plucker,

My thorns will lose their roughness,               I will decay into nothingness,                     This will be my punishment for falling for the wrong plucker, 

The right plucker would have savoured my beauty,would have glassed my fragility keeping me safe from the dull world,

Would have caressed my thorns in acceptance,                                                       He would have known the value of my roughness, of my sharpness! 

I would have been delicate to my kind gardener, he would have tendered my roots, I would have blossomed into a tree,           His tree!

But My gardener is lost and I his delicate rose have fallen for a wrong plucker, who seeks pleasure in cutting my branches,      My poor petals,                                                Who has axed my stem So I can no longer bloom, 

Now my leaves don’t dance with the wind, My roots no longer hold the ground,          My stem no longer breathe,                         My branches no longer expand.                    

Once a bush full of life, now a decayed masterpiece!                                                       A warning for the fresh sprouts beware never fall for the wrong plucker!

“Faithful Hypocrites”

Oh! how we are born magicians,                 We play dirty tricks our entire life,

It is all a mere illusion, our front has a different story to tell,

We fool the world with our tongues, with our smile, with our thoughts,

such hypocisy, such vileness!

The sinner is not a sinner, the innocent is not an innocent!

If you want to know who I really am, hypnotise me, Unconscious is the only place where the monster roams freely, Question it and it will tell you a tale of reality!

When you will come face to face with it, you will forget what death is, what a mask is, what a hypocrite is!

God! I have fooled the world mercilessly, I have put on a show, where the parade of masked souls dance and celebrate honesty, 

Where the Liar is the pious one and the honest one is behind bars or hanged for being honest!

We live on a planet called hypocrisy, we the faithful hypocrites!

“Lost Soul”

To be lost is a blessing,                                   To be care free,                                                To be ignorant,

What does a man with a present mind has except worries and troubles,                        The perks of being a lost soul calls me, it pulls me in,

It shows me the perks as a dish on a silver platter, It wants me to join the Land of the lost souls,

Oh what have I gained from being a realist! 

Except sorrows and pains,                        Heart breaks and betrayal,                 Sadness and depression,

Oh How I wish I was lost!                           How I wish I was free, How I wish I had wings that would transit me to the other world,the world of the lost,

To escape the prison of reality, to be a member of Fantasy,

The goblins of reality haunts the poor realist souls but the angels of fantasy/Ignorance sprinkle some magic in our path,

And we sometimes drift to greatness,        We indulge in Peace as we stand in the middle of war,                                                  In the storm untouched by lightning,       Stay afloat on the sea of destruction. 

“Farewell Friend”

Alas! Good bye knocked again on my door this evening, what a surprise!

I had hid the welcome mat from it but still it found it from the ashes of the remaining pieces that I burned, restored it, placed it back on my door step, 

I swinged my door open in hope for a new welcome but sadly it was another goodbye!

Farewell my friend, May you soar high and make your place among the stars on the beautiful aerial blue sky,

You have left me saddened but I will survive, I will move on and Pray that you rise high!,

Good byes are a part of life but they still make me cry but what can I say I am still a human not to mention sensitive from the inside, 

I am a girl with passion in my veins, Love running in place of blood, invisible wings made of fire.

A fire that keeps me running that keeps me fueled up to survive life.

Farewell mate, May you win all the battles of your life!

May you never fall and if you fall you stand back up again stronger than before,

Atleast this time it gave me a chance to say good bye, I am happy that we ended our story with a smile!, we will move on with our life, you will lead your road, I will lead mine but don’t forget my friend that we will still be friends forever even when we die!

Farewell my friend, this is our last good bye! 

This work is dedicated to my pal Diganta Misra thank you for your friendship mate! I will always remember you, you were one of my first friends in this blog world, now you are leaving your blogging world, it’s sad but this is a part of life.

I had coined a phrase that I gifted you “Cherry in the strawberry field” that is as unique as you, now I wrote a farewell post for you, so you will take beautiful memories with you on your journey! take good care of it Diganta! Good bye 😥