Dear God, I’m just a little bird, lost in rain;
Flying too close to the waters of the ocean,
Trying hard not to drop and drown;
I am someone waiting for you in pain.

I forgot from where I have come;
All directions now seem to be the same.
I can’t find my way back home,
I am someone who is loosing in this hide and seek game

I am flying in a black starless night;
It’s all dark, even inside my heart.
God, please shine a little speck of light,
I am someone who doesn’t know where lies a new start.

The cold winds you send, hit me in the chest,
The unrelenting rain doesn’t quench my thirst,
The gothic twisted clouds try to kill my zest,
The nature is fighting hard against me in this quest.

The bright thunders you send are blinding;
My wings, heavy and wet, are now tiring.
My heart and body are broken from this suffering.
Tossing and tumbling, my sense of control is now fading.

I never wanted to be the glorious bird that sings;
I never asked for any of the worldly things.
I never regretted getting caught up in life’s strings,
All I ever asked you was to give strength to my wings.

God, If you are determined to show your might,
If I was never meant to live through this flight,
If my destiny is to die alone in this unforgiving night,
Please fail my wings, before my will fails to fight.


River of Life

Sometimes, you become so helpless that you can no more feel like your life is in your control. Life just flows around you like a river. It turns so often and mocks you every time it turns.

You reach a state in which you are neither swimming nor sinking, and you are so immersed in your own thoughts that you’ll not even notice if you are drowning…

You don’t have the energy to swim upstream to fulfil your dreams nor do you have any destiny that you know to go elsewhere… and you stay suspended in a bubble of your own, breathing and exhausting yourselves with your Being.

You wish that you could just flow along with the river of life… but you can’t, as you are anchored deep down…and you know that you are too weak to break that and free yourselves.

The river tugs you and pulls you all the while, never letting you sleep … and that’s when your heart dreams of all the good things that could have happened if you ever listened to it.

The only thing that you can do is cry and let the river of life take the tears along with it…or wait for a storm to free your soul.

And that’s when you start liking the emptiness and solitude.




I’m a house made of long mirrored walls,

Broken pieces live inside my endless halls.


I’m a weaver of patterns made of infinite colors,

I’m a magician who brings out the beauty within chaos.


Sometimes, I’m just a toy in a child’s hand,

To the philosopher, I’m a window to the human mind.


If you are truly lost in randomness and yearn for hope,

Come look inside me; My name is Kaleidoscope.


Wake Up.

Love as much as you can, when you still have the person you love with you; Because loving someone is like dreaming. You  can’t choose or control your dreams, they just happen. Cherish while you can, because living inside a dream is better than waking up to find out that it wasn’t real.

Cry as much as you can, if you still miss the person you loved and if you still love the person you miss. Not everyone finds a person who truly touches their heart. If tears are the only thing that can heal your heart, why try and stop them? Heal your heart, not just for yourself but for the people who are still in love with you.

Hope as much as you can, if you want your loved one to be back with you. Miracles still do happen in this world. Hope until you realize what you really need and what you truly want to hope for. Keep hoping until you see yourself clearer than ever and don’t just see your hopes. Look deep and you will see that there are hopes resting on you too.

And when you reach the end of your search for your soul….

Live as much as you can, when you still have the life to love. Though you may love the one you lost more than yourself, there are so many people around you who love you more than themselves and are trying hard not to loose you.

Don’t keep running. Don’t get lost. Take a moment and turn back. All you need to do is to look at the people looking at you and still in love with you.

You are not someone who doesn’t know the real meaning of love. You are not someone who doesn’t know what it takes to truly love someone. You are not someone who has never been loved before.

You are just someone who has forgotten what it feels like to be loved.

Come back…Wake up.

Be loved again.