All the voices

All the voices that I know,
All the voices I hear each n everyday,
Some are sweet, some are bold,
These are the voices that I know,
These are the voices that I need.

Hearing the voices from my heart,
Wondering, prodding my useless luv for the loved ones is a never ending strive,
What has become of me,
Chasing the avalanche down,
Something inside is just broken and there is no joy in the mending,
Caz there is no one besides me standing,
Now our voices have some distance and some silence.

All the voices that I know,
All the voices I hear each n everyday,
Some are sweet, some are bold,
These are the voices that are now forgotten.

Dream On


A lonely railway track is a constant reminder, that their is a way. The way to life, the way to freedom, the way to new destination, caz the way to your dreams is also lonely. No one can understand it. No friend, no family, no stranger. One has to endure and walk further because on one can see your dream except you. Dream On

Free bird

The roar of jet engines,
The thrill of flying,
The feeling of being discarded by land, loved ones at bay,
Alone in the clouds,
It’s just an incredible feeling, like celebrating independence day all over again.
The ecstasy of being 30000 feet in the air where none intrudes, this is what I call freedom.
Total euphoria

Lost Hope

At the break of dawn, the bright feathers showing its beauty, humming the sweet song of the free heart like a fetterless thing. Singing the song of life with a melancholic embrace in the air.

I wake up, drenched in my own sins, darkness swarming behind my eyelids, poisoned by the insidious ways life plays with me. Frantic cries like the high tide of anxiety pleading God to help me break the shackles of society. I feel like a rag doll dancing on this secluded road to despair with all hope lost like the treasures of the sea. Pleading death to sweep me off my feet to ease the pain of this gloomy state of affair.



In the periods of lost memory, darkness lurks like terror that leaves the addicted mind in ruins. Running into the arms of despair where there is no sign of light, all is dark, all is black. Black is omnipotent, the divine color amongst all colors. One can hide in the shades of black, be lost forever but black is not the end. Black is personal,  close your eyes and it will all be black and not an inch of white. All is not black & white only black plays the predominance in the world. The almighty black.

Creativity is Contagious

Creativity is contagious, some foolish people trying to paint a picture on a blank canvas, according to them the earth might be some different shape or color and just trying to make a sense of their art and explore new horizons.

Business, medicine, engineering, politics, these all are gracious entities being pursued by people to sustain life but these are not the reasons why life goes on. We need creativity in our lives to replenish our soul, to fill the void, to answer the unanswered questions about life. Creativity can be admired, it has the beauty and it is love. To quote Pablo Piccasso “Everything you can imagine is real”, imagination has the power to make things real and creativity personifies it.

Liebster Award


Liebster award nomination it is, I didn’t knew about this award until I got nominated. Very special thanks to ethicalhedonism for nominating me for this award. I think this is a wonderful away to get new bloggers really get on with their writing. I can write random things that come to my mind but if you give me five pointers to follow and write, I would be in a panic state of mind. I write to escape from the mundane routine and add a little zing to my life, it sets me free.

The rules for the nomination are:-

  • Post 11 facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 11 other blogs and ask them questions.
  • Lastly but the most important one thank the blogger who nominated you.

11 random facts about me.

  1. I like to DJ and have done gigs at my University.
  2. I am a big time foodie.
  3. I am just in love with London (U.K).
  4. I like collecting pens.
  5. I want to start a gift day, like friendship day. Everyone should exchange gifts with their loved ones (crazy right).
  6. I spend half of my day, day dreaming. I easily float away to my fantasy world.
  7. I don’t know how to handle rude people.
  8. Horror movies are my favorite.
  9. I like to write quotes and quote dialogues from movies.
  10. I am currently obsessed with body building.
  11. I like to spent time with people who can make me laugh or vice versa.

Bloggers whom I am nominating.

  • H!
  • Suburbangirl4love
  • El Cantador

If this World was run by a Dictator….


Imagine if this world had no boundaries, no borders to separate each country, no passport, and no nationality issues, people may travel freely to any country. Whites, blacks, browns, all race, religion, colours considered as one. This would be an ideal state of affairs and I think every sane person in this world would want it. But to run this world, there has to be a government or a dictator who would make all the rules and regulation.

Some of my beloved shows on television is, “Family Guy” and the character in this show, Peter Griffin is really humorous and full of crazy thoughts. So the idea is, if this world was run by PETER, how would the world be?

The guy is hysterical, confident, has the qualities of a leader but with an IQ of a 10 year old and takes idiocy to the extreme. Lazy, slob, stupid these words very well describe Peter Griffin.

First thing that comes to my mind is chaos, frenzied or just multiply crazy with 100. I have just listed down some pointers if this world was run by Peter Griffin.

  • The world would not be divided into free zone/ non free zone rather it will be free fart zone/ non free fart zone.
  • Television programs would contain all the adult contain whether day or night.
  • Stewie Griffin would become the defense minister and develop weapons of mass destruction and would test it on Lois. Stewie will make sure that homosexuals will have more liberty than hetrosexuals.
  • Quagmire would take up the role of welfare of women and development. The first thing he would do is develop strip clubs and legalize prostitution.

Coming back to Peter Griffin, it would be complete anarchy and Peter would be trying to convince the people to have breakfast for dinner. Lastly a speech by Peter to address the world about issues like how to eliminate poverty, women’s safety, education, unemployment, etc and it would go something like this.

I am Peter Griffin, your supreme leader and I just want to explain to you what steps I am taking to improve the livelihood of the common people. I had a thought that I should begin with opening the bars till later as everyone will be drunk and happy. I like Prince Harry very much and he can do whatever he wants and the royal people and media should get of his case. Good luck Harry, run naked as much as you want my doors are always open. Justin Bieber, no comments.

Why is it when famous nude statues in Italy are considered art and when I try to draw one nude photo, I end up being banned from Mc Donalds.

Well keeping those aside I would like to sing a song.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you.

 I wish nothing but the best for you, too.

 Don’t forget me, I begged, I remember you said

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.

Who am I kidding this song is not mine its Adele’s but haven’t you heard about the bird?

A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word

All we need is a helping hand…

Life is bewildering and there is no right or wrong answers to it. When you think you have it under control or you know your plan will work out, then life throws some kind of twists and turns to derail us from our paths. The trouble factors may be money matters, emotional needs, career advice, motivate oneself or to keep our secrets safe. When these matters hovers like a black cloud over us, our mind becomes blank, it shuts down and we require intervention from a greater power, help from family members, friends, relatives, even strangers, who we don’t know or in short our guardian angel.

The very wrong notion of fairy tales exist in our world and is often confused with real life, but life isn’t a fairy tale, no merry story, where everything in the end will be all right.  Pain, happiness, tears, love, it’s all here and you will experience it. Every day we make plans, plans for the day, and plans for the future, but we never know how our day is going to end. What adventures or misfortune we are going to face? Instead we just assume it will be interesting but you yourself cannot make the day eventful, you require other peoples help.

My only point is, to get through the day or to feel special we need help from people around us. They help us become stronger, a force of nature, to get over misfortunes and to celebrate our success.

So reach out to the troublesome, give your hand, do something worthwhile, help the oppressed,  don’t hesitate to pull the troubled out of his/her misery.

You will feel good.Image

secrets graphic

Secrets are like dark nights, black as a pit. Everyone has one, some are guilty of it, some try to live with, and some make peace with it and some just lock it in a safe behind the painting.

Our conscious is never free, without any obligation, there is always something clinging on. There is no control but until secrets are hidden deep inside we feel in control.
Pinching, pestering and prodding its owner of its existence and making sure that it is not forgotten but, once exposed, the owner becomes its slave. Secrets are burden and it can be painful for our soul to carry it around. The idea of tossing secrets into the open is there, in front of the world but we are never ready for when our secrets are tossed into the open.
The big question is; will we get the inner peace if we set our secrets free or will it end the peace we have now?