Spring is my favorite season. It is like waking up to the warm morning sun after the cold dark night. It is like finding a warm comfortable quilt after a laborious day of hard work. …

Yesterday was yesterday’s today Today is yesterday’s tomorrow Tomorrow is tomorrow’s today Yesterday, today, tomorrow Weeks, months, years Time flies like an arrow All of our todays We work for tomorrows But tomorrow only sends today In our todays If we only do what we did yesterday Future merely becomes a tomorrow of yesterdays - Akash Gadiya

Like the things we waited for But which never arrived Like the thoughts in our head When sleep takes over Like the hazy dreams Of the night before This is a poem That will soon be forgotten Like decayed memories That are bound to fade Like childhood dreams that die Little by little Like some work of art That is doomed to oblivion This is a poem That will soon be forgotten Like small recognition Received for personal achievements Like great triumphs And most crushing defeats Like every love we shared Every tear we shed and hope we held This is a poem That will soon be forgotten

It’s been 68 days since I have been brushing my teeth using my left hand, 17 days of sleeping without a pillow. 7 months of going without watching the television. 7 years since I changed my Instagram profile picture. 9 years since I have been using the same helmet with…

I wanted to explore world literature this year and started with the Japanese writer Haruki Murakami. Next, I moved to Nikolai Gogol — one of the greatest Russian writers of his time. I came back to Murakami then, because his beautiful writing haunted me. …

They wander in a spiritual quest Living on the generosity of strangers Their appearance, in itself A form of artistic expression An ode to the god they worship Some have vermilion Smeared on their forehead Others have sandalwood ash Some adorn saffron robes Others black loincloths They wear chains and bracelets Made of strings of beads Chanting the name of the divine All day and night Beads in hands, prayers on lips

Being a quiet person is not easy, it comes with its own share of problems. Ask the one who first comes to your mind when we talk about quiet people and he/she will probably tell you why. Our society has a long tradition of trying to define what’s normal, maybe…

what if i tell you there’s an island of dreams somewhere far out there there where empty crazy unaccomplished abandoned dreams land after their death there where myriad dreams float in stale air aimlessly like flaccid ghouls you can catch as many like a dreamcatcher to hear their shattered stories their mournful songs a pang of sadness is bound to seize you and you’d wonder how good would it be if

But can a game which has no real-world consequences be your life? — Currently, I am at that stage of being a Messi fan where I do not really care to debate with people about his supremacy in the game. There used to be a time — a stage of being a Messi fan, rather — when i used to fiercely contest in…