Skills in Me
Musings of a lonely guy
Monday, April 17, 2023
Health Lessons from De-Addicition programs
Thursday, December 2, 2021
Tuesday, July 27, 2021
Are you really unique?
Monday, July 26, 2021
Rosy paths and overthinking
Friday, July 16, 2021
Talking to you
Thursday, July 1, 2021
Is God Bored ?
Wednesday, June 2, 2021
Sunday, April 18, 2021
Moments
Monday, November 19, 2018
Sunday, August 19, 2018
Feeling Special
Sometimes night sky is so beautiful, you almost believe nothing more but a painting. This thought itself feels so soothing. This thought provides us the bedrock of belief that we hold importance, that we are not inconsequential to the whole scheme of universe, just because some one has found us important enough to be part of something so beautiful, something of importance, making each one of feel special. It's funny how something basic to our existence, something taken for granted, something shared by us all provides us the feeling of being special, feeling of importance. If that something is not beautiful, I don't know what is.
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Friday, January 26, 2018
Monday, January 1, 2018
Monday, November 20, 2017
Sunday, October 1, 2017
Desperation
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Life and fight
What is there to win for when you are about to lose it all,
What is there to fight for when death is all you seek for.
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Mask
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Just because I smile doesn't mean I am happy
Monday, July 21, 2014
King Of The Jungle
for they have no companion in these times.
Don’t trust the numbers
for even those in dense forests are not safe
trying to survive by an inch of life.
Illusions are their songs
with nothing else to live by.
What are they king of?
What do they rule?
They fear the hunters and poachers
And so once wild,
Now fears the wild.
Don’t trust the movies
they don’t tell the truth.
Money is now something essential
even more important than food
for security can now only be bought
and money is the only thing they sought.
What are they afraid of?
Once their enemy darkness
is now seems the only time they truly live.
Hope is something they live by.
A hope to live someday
A hope to live like the king of the jungle.