In the middle of the night, I enter the land of enchantment. Here, it is difficult to tell the difference between logic and magic. Between reality and fairy tale. Between truth and fantasy.
The boy becomes me. I become the boy. … More Fairy Tale
At that moment, I found a solace within the warmth of her heart. Standing on the side of a road covered with fresh snow, I took a vow to share the cacophony of laughter while adoring the serenity of silences with her. At that moment I knew that this love is rare – this love is found only once in a lifetime. And at that moment, I realized I have found my home – Eve. … More Moments
I looked around and realised that change is everywhere – in the silent city of the morning transforming into a vibrant one,in the timid early morning sun metamorphosing into the brazen one at day, in my lazy, silent morning becoming an illuminating tête-à-tête with dad. Change is the only constant. … More Change
There’s a moment, outside of time, outside of worlds, outside of everything. A perfect moment. A silent moment. A moment when worlds whisper. And meeting you, was such a moment for me. … More The girl in the white
How can we get to know each other if we don’t know what we hide form the world – our true self? Only when we see each other’s naked dark thoughts, we begin to understand. And fear, true fear, I think is one of the most humane emotions. Often it makes us run from something – maybe also towards something. Or someone. … More Scared
As I walk towards my car, I stop for a moment. The sun was shining brightly. A few birds were flying high above, looking for joy – peace maybe? An elderly couple was sitting on a bench surrounding the fountain. The cook from a local restaurant was killing time on his break with a newspaper in hand. … More Healing
I remember an afternoon from long, long back. I was still a young boy with bewilderment in eyes. With Asterix the Gladiator in hand, I lay on the couch and beside me my completely engrossed in the local daily while sipping tea, dad. As I read through how bad Cacofonix sang and yet became a bard, a question arose in my mind. … More Inspiring? Or forcing?
I wake up to find a thick white mist covering the windows. The sound of the ripples on the lake and the drippings from the leaves made me realise it is still raining – a fine, almost invisible drizzle. But it’s a relief from last night’s downpour. Soon, the sun rises – with a breeze carrying the mist away, and the surrounding woods began to emerge. … More Solitude
Tomorrow when I see you, I shall feel sorrow no more.
Tomorrow when I let you go, I shall wait no more.
Tomorrow when I leave, I shall say no more.
Tomorrow when I am in the dark, I shall look for a firefly no more. … More Firefly
The most difficult, yet the most beautiful thing is to look, really look at someone – even for a moment. Because in that moment – however brief it might be, you fill your whole world with that one person. The world outside melts away, the voices get drowned, time is no longer an arrow flying in a straight line. You look at someone to dive into their soul, to hear not what their lips utter – but the emotions beneath, to feel if your hearts beat in coherence. And Ava, every moment with you, I have looked at you with the same urgency and patience. … More Letter to Ava
Utopia 