For the first time in my life
i want to meditate.............
cannot handle the chaos inside.
chaos that is resultant of choices..
but would have any other choices been less chaotic..
i m sure not....
I see around people so relaxed..
why am i not one of them..
i was so earlier now...why m i not now..
everything is fine....why is the happiness so conditional
why have i become a sponge..why dont I hit back..
what makes me soak....what makes me take this suffering
i am not bad i know...my intentions are never bad i know..
then why is it not visible....
feel so lonely inside...
the crusader inside me wants to roar
i know i need to walk alone...
my convictions will be my only allies..
i need to keep walking...keep walking..
...just keep walking....

ODE to my soulmate

In the winters of life
when all you see is hazy
and moving easily is something you can't
when feet are frozen that i ask myself " can i walk?"
when the only warmth is of your own rub
which is not enough to keep you warm
there is one soul which says
hey viv! I know you can walk and
know matter how cold the winters are...
....my body will keep you warm
I know honey you cannot see well now
...but i can take you wherever you want
and TOGETHER we can enjoy these winters
as we enjoyed the sun, the rain.......and all

I am not a male. I am not a female
for they are just roles,I play
roles that complement and not conflict
not struggle but happily co-exist
within me always!!

Its About

It’s about the things you say
A lil’ about the advice you make
Lot about the thoughts you convey
But always about the values that stay.

It’s about the achievements galore
A lil’ about the numbers you score
Lot about the podium you own
But always about the talent you hold

It’s about that genuine smile
A lil’ about those whispers that chime
Lot about that care you imbibe
But always about the buddy that is mine.

It’s about the prayers on the pinks
A lil’ about the faith that sticks
Lot about a wish cherished
But always about the courage within

It’s about the fragrance hidden at points.
A lil’ about the lines that define
Lot about the surface that invites
But always about the woman inside.