What a glorious beautiful day! Actually the weather is still scalding hot in Dubai with dust flying around but someone woke up on the right side of bed today. Or maybe its the Leo season which has left

Recently I had an untoward incident which left me thinking about how people can easily box you into a category. We box people into certain roles and see them from a biased angle, sometimes limiting them

There are days when no matter what you do, things don't seem to move on. Its like pushing a broken down car and then getting upset over not being able to reach the destination. What to do when in a fix?

As a child my earliest memory of doing homework was on a bed. My work book on a pillow and mess all around me. Then very soon I graduated to working on the dining table and it got stuck with me till I

For a long while I have been suppressing my words. My mind exerting perfect control over my pen lest I spill out the words of my heart. This tussle has been going on for too long. Who wins everyone will

Source I sit by myself and silently weep Tears run through my heart gets collected by my soul. It keeps count of every tear dropped, gulped, absorbed or brushed off. Every corner of my being washed by

The first mist of loneliness The first ray of peace All senses fuse together to create a feel. A feel about nothingness A feel about being Like a sip of margarita Intense and free. Source

The moment we are born the clock starts ticking. From then on, our every breath, every moment, every second becomes countable or timed. In fact so great this time is that we go an extra mile to actually

The emptiness of the room Gongs your name Echos in your voice The mirror reflecting bygone memories Your image slurps down over me like a sweet syrup... Source

Under the huge tree Where we first met Met in such a fashion As if we never met Under the huge tree When I uttered your name “I was here” The leaves whispered back Under the huge tree I promised to meet

The mist of the morning air The peaceful aura of the sleeping city The stillness all around Which makes your breath feel numbered. The window of one's soul open And the sun rising in one's eyes... The

As I stand and gaze Days go by Reality dawns on me with an intensity You Oh! who get so disheartened You are merely a speck Speck, having the universe inside of it Itching to explore more horizons My illusory

This here is a beautiful Dubai trend. To have tea (chai, shai, black tea, kehwa) after having a wonderful meal of Mandi which is basically aromatic rice with slow cooked meat. Have never been a big fan

Lying wasted in a pool of creative spill, books strewn everywhere, her head dizzy with all the noises rummaging inside; words, prose, imagery, metaphors all bouncing off each other, creating a static clutter.

When the sky looks like cotton candy and you feel like dissolving in it.

When the stillness around you and inside you speaks so much that you listen with every rhythm and beat of your heart. When the eyes can discern long journeys just by peering into the wilderness of silence,

Dust and mist and rocks and stones, lay a carpet underneath my forbidden woes. Sing me a song akin to a child's first cry, give me hugs like I just died. Forlorn memories and misplaced trust; I sabotaged

Hello World! How is everyone this Friday! Today I’m very excited to feature a book which is not your regular book of fiction, non fiction, biography etc instead it’s a book which is full of positive

‘I am not married yet’, he said. ‘This comes as no surprise for me’, she smiled serenely. He was a little taken aback by her confidence and the ease with which she said. He kept staring at her. ‘You also

Her hands swirled in the air in clockwise and anticlockwise motion as if waving some spell. Her eyes seemed to be fixed at some point in infinity. Her lips pursed tight then breaks into a smooth smile.