I Often Wonder..

I often wonder what made the God think,

To create the whole universe with all these celestial things,

Did it give Him the pleasure of making wonders?

Does that include the sound of thunders?

I often wonder what made the God think,

To create all these beautiful living things,

And then make a food chain,

To hunt and kill again and again.

I often wonder what made the God think,

To create us, the human beings,

In different sizes, shapes and colors,

Is that to love or to judge one another?

I often wonder, does the God ever wonders,

Whether it was right decision to make the man wander,

To make him leave His Eden garden,

Allowing the man to take decision on everything including the forbidden.

I often wonder, what would have happened,

If the God had never thought of,

Creating any sort of,

Living or non- living things?

Would that have given Him more rest and peace?

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Take Me…

Take me to that garden,

Where there is no warden,

Where I can see all those flowers,

The mesmerizing sight in different colors.

Take me to that place,

Where we can find our space,

Where the grasses are so green,

Somewhere absolutely serene.

Take me to those hills,

Where the pure air fills,

My body and my soul,

Where the fear has no control.

Take me to that beach,

Where the prophets like to give speech,

Where the sun and earth meet,

The horizon which is so sweet.

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The Panic Attack

She was a lady who knew what she wanted,

And only called nurses when she only doubted,

That she can do an activity by herself,

Or when she thought that can’t talk anymore to self.

One day, she pressed the callbell,

When the nurse saw her, she was panicking like hell,

Worried about something?” the nurse wanted to know,

Please tell me what’s the matter and don’t tell me no.”

She said, “I wasn’t afraid but I have started to fear the death”,

Reassuring her not to worry, the nurse asked, “what made you think about the death?”

“I don’t know, may be I’m just alone in this room. Can you stay here for a minute and talk to me?”,she said

“Why not”, the nurse answered.

A few days passed and she went unconscious,

Her loved ones came as she was on her way to heavens,

When she took her final breath, the same nurse was on duty,

And she saw her lying still with all her beauty.

While giving the last care all the conversations came alive,

Was it panic attack or did she know that she won’t survive?

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Shine Your Light 🕯️

Today, my mood was to draw something. The theme just came to my mind and I hope that you will like it.

Let your light shine

To shine your brightest light is to be who you truly are.

Roy T. Bennett

It’s that heart of gold, and stardust shine that makes you beautiful.

R.M. Broderick

Shine with all you have. When someone tries to blow you out, just take their oxygen and burn brighter.

Katelyn S. Irons

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

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The Conflict

Closing my eyes has become a nightmare,

As I can see you are still there,

In my heart and in my soul,

Struggling with intense emotions, when I never wanted to fall.

Never thought that I would become so helpless,

You are my strength and my weakness,

These feelings are so powerful,

Oh Lord! Should I be grateful,

For this love which is so painful,

And yet, nothing has been so meaningful.

Should I save the sight?

Or shall I blow out the light?

Will my faith survive?

Or is this flame going to burn me alive?

I know all the answers deep inside,

But, how can I show it outside?

How can I calm this conflicted mind?

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Morning started with a perfect sunshine,

He smiled as he knew it was the perfect day to shine.

Forgetting all about his household chores,

He went out to work to bring some crores.

Working hard to get all the praises,

Others thought that he was so good for all the raises.

With his crooked brain as friend,

He made some cash and his greed would never end.

Making a huge leap he got a promotion,

As he showed his boss a great deal of devotion.

At night he circled around a girl in a fabolous dress,

He knew she should be someone who has a good address.

All he liked were highs because once he was in lows,

He thought everyone would love him if money flows.

He has everything now but you know what he lost,

It is his integrity and conscience which he valued once the most.


She remembered the day as if it was today,

It felt like the man in her dreams was on her way.

They kept on meeting in one place or another,

Could heaven had decided to bring them together?

They never spoke anything other than essential,

I think that they were both in denial.

Their love grew to an extent that no one could explain,

Standing still and tongue tied, they both endured the pain.

Then came along the third and took away her dream,

She thought that it might be the best for him.

Time flew and months passed,

She never saw him near but always felt, did he just pass?

She doubted herself as if she was hallucinating,

As she could see a figure across the road at night waiting.

She dreamt of the day, she would see him again in person,

Longing for the comfort with all the answers to her questions.

Fate decided to play the game again she loved and agreed,

Frozen in time and still tongue tied only one question came to their mind, ‘Are we destined?’

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Is it the black, brown or white,

The colors that can truly describe,

A man’s character and intentions,

Or is his job done without any assumptions?

Is it the blonde, brunette or red head

The colors that can truly describe,

A woman’s intelligence and kindness,

Or is her good deeds with no judgements?

Is it the blue, green or the hazel eyes,

The colors that can truly describe,

A man’s love and passion,

Or is it the act itself which has no condition?

Is it the color that defines us?

Or is it us who define colors?

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Thank you Pavithra for nominating me for this award. Pavithra is a multi talented person and you can see her outstanding work on her blog Small Talks.


• Thank the person who nominated you with the link to their blog.

• Make a post of the award (with photo).

• Post the rules.

• Ask 5-10 questions of your choice.

• Nominate 10-30 other bloggers (or more) and notify them.

• Follow Vincent Ehindero to qualify for a free blog promotion, shoutout and more blogging opportunities.

Here are my answers to her questions

1. What embarrasses you the most and/or what’s been your most embarrassing moment?

To be honest, I’m very good at embarrassing myself. Let me just think of the most embarassing one… On top of my head, I remember that one day, when our family had shifted to a new place and I started to go to a new school. I was going to school in a public bus and the route was changed due to road block. I had to get down in an another stop and I didn’t know the way. Then, I saw a boy who was in our school uniform. He was elder to me. So, I started following him to reach to school. On the half way, he turned around and smiled at me. I think that he thought I was following him for some other reason. As, I was too shy to ask him the way, I continued to follow him. When, I reached school gate a little behind him, I had lots of eyes on me.

2. Who do you look up to the most, and what qualities do you love about that person?

It’s my father. He has been my role model in my life and will be in future too. He is a person with resilience and inner strength. I have seen him going through the deepest pits without  giving up on himself or his family. He is a person that we can always rely on and can share our secrets too.

3. What would be your perfect day? Plan it out from waking up to bedtime.

My perfect day would be like starting with a cup of tea on my bedside then followed by an half hour walk, spending time with my child, reading a book, eating out and a family movie time.

4. How do you like to be comforted when you’re sad or upset?

Sometimes, when I get really sad and I don’t want to talk about it then just sitting beside me and holding my hands makes me feel better. Some other times, I would really love to have a cup of coffee and a chat with my friends. Depends on what kind of matter I’m dealing with, I suppose.

5.What’s your favorite thing you own and why?

My favorite thing that I own is my dignity and integrity. Without it, I will be shattered. I don’t believe in materialistic things.

I nominate:-

Molly Shea’s Hen House

Through  The Cracked Window

Kaushal Kishore

Vova Zinger’s Photoblog

Fearless Free Soul

Musings of a Wanderer

A Soulful Sheen

Offshore Writings

Unique Times

Chen Song Ping

My Questions:-

What gives you an inspiration to write or take pictures? What’s your muse?

After writing your content, do you edit or erase certain words or sentences to make sure that you don’t offend your readers?

How do you exactly feel after pressing the publish button on your blog?

Do you anticipate that your blog will be a hit? Does it make you anxious?

How do you explain your life before and after you started your blog?

A Fairy Tale

A girl who loved the light,

Sitting all alone in the night,

Had been waiting for her knight,

As she was too kind to take a fight.

When the darkness surrounded her,

She found out that the knight only wanted to be a heir,

The promise he made was just a cold word,

As he wished to fly away like a migrating bird.

A girl who loved the light,

Started to look for a new site,

Where she could be herself without a fright,

So, she travelled a long way to see the light.

She kept herself busy in her new place,

Helping others and making a living for her own space,

It occurred to her that she had to be both humble and bold,

That’s when she found the light right next to her sword.

Her journey didn’t stop in finding her spark,

She knew there are others who lived in the dark,

The girl who loved the light?

Tale is that she became the knight of light.

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