The little things we leave behind and the many things we take away
Bustling around
to sightsee
or just taking a moment
to breathe.
Everyone’s
curious to see:
what will this place
reveal about me?
Home (n): A sense of freedom and belonging
One thing common across all thes hostels I’ve stayed at was the space where travellers left their notes or art.
Mind Palace? more like… Mind Cave?
When some form of art hits you, out of the blue, and makes you think or feel something you’ve buried, isn’t it such a precious feeling?
To be or not to be… Contained
So many nameless dots in the data
that somebody, somewhere,
reads in a report.
So many nameless dots in the data
each marking the collapse
of someone’s world.
I’m a Sunset Hypocrite
Most of us only make time for sunsets on vacations, as if that calming moment can only occur when we’re in an exotic place, free from everyday obligations.
Souvenirs
I sit with my souvenirs
sprawled across the floor.
Not the postcards and magnets,
bought from some store.
But the ones I collected
from mountains and sea shores.
The Faceless Sculptors
When someone mentions an artist, we think of their art. But Hampi was an entire kingdom adorned with carved beauty, and not one sculptor’s name do we know.
You’re Unique
Your life, with each experience and each emotion, is a combination that is unrepeatable.
And you bring something to the table, along with everyone else.
Efforts of the Unseen
Before anyone stepped on the red carpet,
they’d set the microphones and chairs.
Then peep from a door far away,
to admire the fanfares.
The Whitest White
In the profound silence, to your soul
the majestic mountains speak.
Wordlessly, humbling you
by nature’s mystique.
