Where in the world
are you?
I called…
I am in my
own one,
My little voice
replied.
Who else is there?
I asked
Everyone here is me.
It said.
Do you like it here?
I asked
Where else would I be?
It answered,
It’s my world

Where in the world
are you?
I called…
I am in my
own one,
My little voice
replied.
Who else is there?
I asked
Everyone here is me.
It said.
Do you like it here?
I asked
Where else would I be?
It answered,
It’s my world

What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?
I found
a cool attitude
and I kept it
now I am cool
😎

Sleeping
in silent whispers
heaving breath
With happy dreams
and then
she slowly opens her eyes
as the rising sun
creeps up
the smiling lips
and then
Love flows in
and fills my world
What is good about having a pet?
My Dog is my Happiness
An old post
An apt one to answer this prompt

What was your favorite subject in school?
Mine was Science
Yes. You heard it right.
Well maybe not the numericals and the maths of it. But the concept and the grandeur of it.
The understanding that everything was governed by a law. A law, devised for our mind to explain things. Beyond those defined laws, was of course, the divine.
Also, the little things which eyes couldn’t see or the gargantuan heavenly things which mind couldn’t conceive.
I liked the way how certain imaginations became a definition of the way all things worked.
I would daydream and relate the theories with life and relationships.
Of friendship and relations.
Some of these wild thoughts I wrote about, some of them are still reverberating in the alleys of my mind. Someday they will form a song and play out.
I will wait
How do you manage screen time for yourself?
Which screen
Do I watch?
Which one
do I block?
I wander
between the big one
and the smaller one
each one is a trap
but then
why fret.
let’s stay glued

"What on earth is this?" mumbled Margaret, as she peeped out of the Window. She turned and shouted the question to her husband in the toilet.
Mathew was rushing for a busy day. He was a real estate agent and it wasn't the best of the times. Last thing he needed was a situation.
"It’s a blue scooter. I saw it parked at the street across. What's wrong with that?" His question betrayed his irritation.
Margaret did not reply. Mathew couldn’t see her ashen face. Neither could he see the metal tentacles moving at unearthly speed towards Margaret’s throat.
Walls narrate the tale
Of the journey together
Shadows want to stay


Water
Bottled up
Crystal and Pure
Filled with anti thirst
Quenched
What’s something you believe everyone should know.
It’s a wonderful world