"A labyrinth of Unpolished Scribbles"

  In the valley of mist, they did exist best of friends where none pretends. So pure as snow that you will never know. I swear once they were a bunch of strangers through the changes, they came close against the tale of woes. And there began the story of the clan, pack of wolves they call the best of all. In the shifting phases, the thirteen faces, bonded well like unbreakable shell. Danced together, in the stormy weather and they sung as still young were the nights in the party lights. All the happy hours being the coworkers chilling out a lot in the favourite spot. Work was fun when they became one with all the games and funny names. Plenty of fights solved in rainy nights with long talks amidst ticking clocks, and the evening walk to the healing rock. Good days or bad days there was always time for a tea at half past three. All the gossips with the coffee sips and the breakfast stories were the best memories. Eating popcorns at the movies to cooking with the groupies. The love f...

  I can't describe the beauty of this place in just words but you have to experience it to know better. Conveniently situated in the heart of Vagamon, at walkable distance from the town. For those who want to take a break from the hectic work and enjoy some quality time with friends or family, this will be your perfect weekend destination. The cottage is set amidst pristine nature with green meadows as backdrop, you will find yourself lost in nature's beauty. Up in the hills, away from hassle, beyond the mist,  filled with fog amidst lush greenery; through the chill of winter, A lovely getaway; Oh! Such a beautiful place, I could stay here forever! The fresh and  serene surroundings,  the early morning rains, the cold breeze,  the aroma of hot coffee, Sunlight streaming through the coloured window panes, the breathing walls, smell of wet bricks the vintage impressions embracing the past, decorative antiques, bringing nature indoors, wide open spaces Creative des...

  The day I was born I heard people bemoan, Oh see the pudgy body! Looks like a teddy. They felt that, I was a bit fat. As the days went by;I saw their discontent. Poor little thing! how is she so thin? Their only aim is to blame none other, but my mother. They would clutch and feed me much. I didn't know, to say no! Then they used to ask, Why doesn't she walk? At half past one, I learnt to run. Then they complained and restrained me from walking around picked me up from the ground. They seemed to be tired, Why they act so weird?  Those folk wanted me to talk. Their concern was the other kid, who spoke already; they said 'She is a late talker', took me to a doctor. After a week, I started to speak. Then what does matter was I'm a non stop chatter! 'She is too loud and noisy when around'. 'So naughty and wild is your child'; My mom was so sad, all these made her mad. Then they look at me and say, Oh! Stop growing fast, just stay! Counting the number o...

  Sweet or bitter the worst or better, Am I not afraid of the choice I made? I'm still confused but I refused! Wished to stay, but I walked away with a worried mind leaving them behind. I can't move my feet, I feel incomplete. The dilemmas unsolved, the emptiness involved, stories left unsaid, emotions; unread, the lessons not taught, the answers not sought. The hardest farewells, in dead silence. Difficult to leave, on that Eve, so painful than I thought, and I cried a lot. Escalating inner turmoil, loops of distress did uncoil. Did I leave halfway through into the blue? A mental battle to defeat, was it left incomplete? All I know is, I will miss every bit of this!

  I remember the first day, they were kids, I would say the desire to learn, I saw; to redo and redraw, ready to go that extra mile with eager eyes and wide smile. The healthy competition for the top position, and the silly fights for all the rights; the crazy night outs, unsolved designs and doubts, the ego clash and flash; at the end, the birthday bash, with the hugs and sorry creating another story, that will last a lifetime and to remember sometime. All the groups and gangs together holding hands. Sharing thoughts at their favourite spots, cheering up with a tea, being hassle free in the misty evening, that beautiful feeling. Their love is bliss if deeper the love is; but harder they hate you and you will have no clue, if you mess with them; or each is such a gem. Such innocent happy souls between the opposite poles, but one for all if someone fall, connected together and fighting for each other. Time passed it seems, all the shared dreams...

  Tears of the sky; a drop fell on my eye. Sitting on the garden seat, raindrops touched my feet. Looking down the ground, droplets floating around, beating the heat of the day standing water at bay. I looked down, saw me in the wet gown; I gazed at my reflection, admiring nature's perfection, through the still calm water, and my thoughts wander. I could see, shades of me, the brighter and the lighter, the grey and the blue, the dark and the pale hue. These tears could draw, all the colors of life, I saw; the days of laughter, and the pain thereafter. Reflecting things I knew, through a different view. How I cried?  And ran to hide, again stood strong against the wrong. Fighting back everytime, remembering how bold am I I saw my reflected soul, over which I lost control. Did I forget my true self? Did I not trust myself? Alone time I need, to decode, mind and soul to be in concord If I could find, the reason behind. How strange was the change?  A leaf dropped into the wat...

The reality of perception, at times, a misconception, Interpretation in mind, where thoughts, entwined. Things, I feel good, might be misunderstood. Delineating good and bad, depending on notions you had. What I think blue, not the same for you. Some enjoy dark nights, others, the day lights. Love for happy fairy tales, or scary stories, biting nails. Black or white? wrong or right? It's about who you are, and what you look for. Put your feet on the ground, open your eyes and walk around. I can see the bright flowers, you may see the tall towers. Looking at the same things, beyond the wild imaginings, what we see is a choice, listening to mind's voice. Varied versions of reality, based on your personality. You can't always believe, what you perceive. With a blank expression, you conceal the impression, with no scope to change, of self- concept, so strange. May be not fair and smooth, but this is the forgotten truth. Perception is not the sooth, but your own truth. The cloud...