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Fall in love

In a single touch,

Near or far

This love is never too much.

Shed the grime

Vacuum the dust,

This connection

will never rust.

Its not just

the two of us,

External forces will always fuss.

But together we

are deeply entwined,

Which has made us one

unbreakable mind.

10 years down

a line called time,

Our love keeps growing

like ageing wine.

Memories to cherish

Some to forget,

Here’s to the future

many more to be met.




Wisdom is something you are born with. It’s also something you learn with time. But most importantly wisdom is gained. Why do I say you are born with it? It is because you awaken the wisdom that is already within you. Why is it something you learn with time? Cos experience acts as the catalyst which awakens you. But why did I say most importantly it is gained? Because once true wisdom is collected you cannot possibly lose it. You may lose sight of it at times, but the minute you decide to slow down and take a minute for yourself, there it will be inside of you, placed softly like a beautiful pearl in an oyster.



Aanjeli ©

The Scale of Persistance

I say gravity doesn’t exist. I’m saying we are not attracted to earth by its mass, but instead by it’s polarity. We function by a balance between the polarity of substance. Energy is exchanged as a result of movement towards or away from it. Think about it, everything has a polarity. Time and space don’t ‘cos they exist in a non existent dimension called perception. Think of energy and mass on the other hand. Energy is either stored or transferred.  Even mass, in all its solidarity and glory ultimately becomes energy by whichever time scale it decides to function along with. For example my body will one day degrade releasing energy, which may get taken up by some other source. The only difference is the time scale it works on in the transfer of this energy. Forget that for a moment, lets focus on the fact that nothing ever really comes into contact. Even at the closest point between two objects there will always be a fraction of a fraction that doesn’t fully allow mass to come into contact with each other. So in conclusion everything floats. Which in turn means balance is maintained by the polarity between objects. My point is, everything is energy, and interaction between particles follow a basic principle of polarity. So you see eventually we all float. The universe, call it the multiverse, name it what ever you please, all this floats. We are trapped within the limits of our perception, but energy exists even in places not perceived by us. After-all we have just five senses to try to understand the unknown. But I believe this energy drives polarity and creates interaction. We in turn hold on to interaction, and persist in existence. Even when we apparently die, we are held onto the interactions we’ve made. So it should continue. Along a scale called time, you say? Seems a little silly to call the scale of persistence time, don’t you think. I think it needs a new word.

Turning 25

Strong. That is what she is. A potent, powerful personality. One would expect her to be much admired in society, but it remains otherwise for the most part. For most people fail to appreciate or even notice the woman who makes things happen. Wonderful things.

A do-er. She doesn’t believe in giving up. And once achieved, she doesn’t acknowledge it. Which is where the kink to her invisibility lies. Oh but its amusing how the poor minded notice her minor short comings or misinterpret her generosity as having underlying objectives. Being careful and thrifty is labeled stingy, for they are familiar with the concept of not wasting only if it fills up their pockets. The idea of not wasting a single grain of rice on your plate because you are thankful to the farmers who bled sweat to protect the crop is foreign and unheard of.

Strong. That is what she is. It takes courage to do the right thing, even if it makes you unpopular. To speak your mind is courageous, but to tame your tongue is most virtuous. I am turning 25 and nothing in this world is more humbling than being grateful for the wisdom she has given me. My mother.



Can I tell you something?
Something strange.
When I walk on the street sometimes
I suddenly feel like the way people are
looks like they’ve been planted there.
On purpose.
And then I know that’s my Crazy talking.
I also know it happens
‘cos I know how Crazy works
Which is why I let my own thoughts scare me
even for a second.

Then I simply avert my thoughts.

I know just ‘cos I have a random thought
it shouldn’t define my entire personality.
I know the greatest of us
will have a little bit of Crazy within us.
And there lies the problem
within calling it Crazy itself.
It should be called otherwise.
Unique? Special?

People have mucked up
and misused words so much
that sometimes when the appropriate word is missing,
wrong wordplay end up causing collateral damage.
i.e. the insecurity we get of our own thoughts.

No. Don’t let a vocabulary label you.
I want you to be confidant about who you are.
In the meantime
tell the family history of Crazy genetics
the abusive piano teacher
the inappropriate father figure
and the sniffy social standards,
to sod off.



If I die young
If I die old
If I die during your time,
Place me not in a coffin
But on clean white cotton,
And bury me before the next
Call upon my family
And call my friends
Remind them they are mine no more
For I no longer am.
The memory you hold on to,
A creation, an illusion,
May it be of times of love.
For happiness is the greatest
achievement I could leave with
Before it is your time too.



My chest is burning up.
I feel like I’ve inhaled a couple of extra organs which are crowding up my thorax.
I am struggling to breathe.

My neck is warm and flush.
A drop of sweat leaves my body
as I lean over to let more blood rush into my brain.
Yet my head continues to spin.
Loss of control

I try harder to take a deep breath.
My lungs expand
accommodating the hot air that surrounds me.
I am supposed to feel better, instead I feel nothing.

I lay down, and close my eyes.

Hours pass by.
The chaos within me begins to slow down.
I feel a strange sense of weightlessness.
Muscles relax.
Air flows in with ease.
Lips curl up in joy.


Whose Culture ?

Of course its alright for you to question the norms of society. You feel trapped inside the boundaries set by it, don’t you?

Yes there are the extremists who strive to “herd” you around. However, aren’t you at the other extreme, clouded by a wrath that seems to be eating you up? While they are trying to mould you into a conservative nationalistic “culture” you seem to have moulded into the exact replica of what is portrayed as the “culture of the west”.

We live in an era drowning in chaos and finding that inner peace or Zen may seem almost mythical to you. But I hope you realize that unless you choose to live in isolation, you can never avoid culture. So instead of trying to define what your culture should be like or what “moving forward” really means, why don’t you sit back, relax and enjoy a cup of tea!



“Music has the intensity and vigour to draw one’s attention and leave them content”
That would be the music you like, for music also has the ability to bore you if you aren’t fond of a particular composition. But each individual is satisfied by the music of their choice. This is what makes music intriguing.

Some appreciate lyrics while others prefer melody over words. After all music is a form of art consisting of sound and silence expressed through time. Yet for some others music is also the art of voice and words that decorate the sound of instruments.What lingers within you is a memory of the moments created when you listen to your favourite tune. It takes over the trail of feelings within you thus acquiring inimitable copyrights.

Strange isn’t it? The authority music holds in human life. They say dolphins sing to each other, and larks and penguins too. Makes you wonder how far music can draw out as it unfolds itself to the beginning of time when the universe inherited rhythm. One might consider music as magic. A wizard without a wand.

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