The Curious Eye

There’s beauty in everything around us.

All the little things we see each day, but mindlessly ignore.

We’re too caught up in our own heads, to look beyond the mediocrity.

We are only bound to the limits that we set for ourselves.

So break free, look beyond those eyes.

Be a curious kid.








And always,




There will come a day
When angels start to sing
And all hearts begin to heal
A day that sets everyone free
And though money be plenty
Its filthy value be lost forever
I wait for a day like this,
So people be human again💕



It’s just what we fail to see,
As we live our lives like slaves of greed,
Why do we often only crave to be ,
That person we aren’t meant to be.

While you walk down that lane,
And you feel everything’s just the same;
Wait for a while, watch intently,
Have you really been here recently?

Remember that girl who cries all night long?
She’s watching you now as she passes along,
As you walk by cursing life in your head,
In you, she searches for her older brother long dead.

Do you see that old house by the end of the road?
It secretly treasures so many stories untold,
Remember the family that lived there?
You’ll never know, for you never really cared.

Every time you feel miserable and lonely,
Losing faith in the world’s sanity,
Forget not, as life gets hard,
Even the tiniest spark, shines bright in the dark.

This is the same lane you live in, Everyone’s in the same boat you’re in,
All that’s needed is a little spark inside you,
To ignite the other souls dying around you.

That poor man begging by the street,
Never asked for a life like this,
Yet he gets so overwhelmed,
For the kids wouldn’t sleep hungry by the day’s end.

And you walk by him barely even noticing,
The struggles of life everybody’s in,
You’re only taking, never giving,’
Oh look, what a shame you put mankind in!

Only if you make an effort you’ll know,
Your life is just like little flakes of snow,
‘Cause the beauty of life, lies in the fall,
And not just in fight against the storm.




A sensation inside you that makes you human, 
Within it dwells your sanity
Everything you feel, resides within;
A treasure box hidden beneath your skin. 

Pieces of you rise from your decaying soul
They possess a story of their own
Its stunning how these feelings confine
Everything you’ve ever known. 

Your heart is their home, 
No matter where you go-
Struck strong into your bones;
An escape would tire your soul.


An Impasse 

An Impasse

 The mind shelters memory crystals,
Glistening and glowing within a chest.
Within it lies every tiny event of my life;
From the day I was born,
Preserving everything that I’ve known,
Seen, learnt, felt and even touched;
Including this very moment now,
And every passing moment since.
I yearn to peek into that chest,
Seeing it lay there at the center of my minds garden,
An urge to look through those colorful crystals builds.
I touch it and wait to get sucked in, 
Back to the very start, 
I meet a younger me,
Almost like a dream recreated, 
I see the person I was truly born as.
Innocent, happy and chosen for something special,
Just like a movie screening, I see,
An experience impossible to describe.
But amidst all those priceless feelings,
Pain strikes into me, hard!
Making me wonder,
Why do I feel this way?
The memories of my past have made me what I am today.
Amending me, reengineering me, 
Erasing out the goodness within, 
Forgotten what I am here for and everything I used to be. 
Lost, I was standing still,
Fear triggering my veins, I tremble.
Almost instantly, I shut the chest of crystals,
I begin to run, wondering,
Confused and hurt, I keep running, amazed.
I open my eyes, breathing hard, 
Realization strikes again,
This time, it was merciless.
A dream within a dream,
At dawn I meet myself again;
Only to be told to me by myself,
“Its time you really wake up,
Before life reaches an impasse.”