Posted in shout out loud



I sometimes wish I was born mute. Because whenever I speak I land up hurting or offending people. Many a times, I didn’t intend to hurt people but still they were hurt.
The problem is that I often fail to understand what effect some words have on people; impulsive as I am, I speak whatever comes to my mind, later I realise how terrible I was. But till then the damage has been done. I have hurt family, friends, everyone.

The most befitting punishment should be isolation. Complete isolation. Terrible people like me deserve neither family nor friends. All I deserve is loneliness. I lessen my communication to people. Then only I can save myself and others from such situations

Posted in Poem

The story of a poor little bird

There is a little bird

Who loves to do chirpy chirp-chirp

Loves to soar high up in the sky

Sometimes she is nervous, sometimes scared

But still she moves ahead

But she has no friends

With whom she could chirp or play hide-and-seek

No one to crack jokes with

No one to cry out worries or share deepest of secrets

Whenever she tries to make friends

They move away with least attention

She cries and cries

And no one cares to wipe off those tears

She keeps waiting and waiting and waiting

With open hands, ready to be held tight

She looks at other birds

Having great friends and companions

With a little pinch of envy

And lots of regrets and pain

Still she is alone

She is still isolated

It’s not always that one who does good

Gets the good things from life

She realised, the world is all about disappointment, disappointment