life

I May Be Small


I May Be Small


I may be small, but I fill big shoes—
When I walk as Shiva, with nothing to lose.
Painted in blue, with cobra and flame,
Yet under it all, I’m still just a name.


No matter what happens, I don’t say a word,
For silence is power, and truth is heard.
I play the god with ash on my brow,
But I’m just a child in the here and now.


Spare a change, not for pity or fame—
But so I can change, and play the next game.
Beyond these colours, this cloth, this disguise,
Lives a dreamer with stardust in his eyes.


My father says this is how gods are born—
Through acts of faith, even tattered and worn.
So don’t worry, dear friend, about that dime,
Just bless the play—it’s eternal, sublime.
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When the Wind Returns to the Sail

A few months ago, I caught myself staring at a flickering cursor on an empty screen. No deadline. No urgency. Just an unsettling stillness. It wasn’t quite sadness, and it wasn’t burnout.

It was languishing—that quiet fog that dims even the good days, where presence is replaced by mere persistence, and joy becomes a distant visitor.

Oddly, I wasn’t alone in it.

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When Life Waits With You

When you pause, the world exhales—
a petal falls, a ripple stills,
and life, once distant, sits beside you
with a quiet, knowing smile.

When you race, the days blur past—
a flicker, a flash, no time to trace
the beauty etched in morning light,
the grace that hides in empty space.

When you feel, life breathes with you—
in sorrow’s hush and laughter’s sway,
each heartbeat echoes back a truth:
you were never meant to look away.

And when you dare to free your soul—
from shoulds, from fears, from needing more,
life gently lifts its veils of weight,
and opens you… from your own core.

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