To all the con men.

Sometimes I wonder if Nature is like the partner we all search in all kinds of relationship in our lives.

Nature has no expectation of us. Nature doesn’t claim rights on us. Nature creates a scope of betterment for our kind. Nature always strives towards supplying valuable resources for our survival.

Maybe we can learn the ONLY message it’s trying to convey to us.

Maybe we can stop LOOKING FOR pros. Maybe we can start BEING the pro in all of our relationships.

The thought potion.

It is so unsatisfying to have a free view of things and people. You sense that everything is grey and yet you keep on searching for that perfect black or the perfect white. Like there is a lone wolf wandering among the greens to find the pack where each and every wolf likes to move around alone.

It becomes so confusing.

The very idea rips you apart into two forms, one bearing a halo and the other with the horns. And you wish they wouldn’t have laughed at you.


The other day I came across this quote by Alan Turing. “When people talk to each other, they never say what they mean. They say something else and you’re expected to just know what they mean.”

And then it hit me.

It’s the other way round too.

When people talk to each other, they never get what has been meant. You say something else and they find another meaning of it.

My only concern is, do they mistake it every second time or just hear what they want to?

Heads or Tails?

The letters appear like some form of art when arranged in specific patterns. The colours create such lovely music when they’re put together in particular concoctions. The notes capture the essence perfectly when placed one after the other in certain manners.

It seems that distinct designs bring forth fireworks of feelings and emotions across the sky of consciousness. At the burst, the room of the mind gets enlightened and the floor of the heart gets flooded, only to sweep you away to the other end of the tunnel, which only opens another window to another galaxy of unknown.

Why is it that CHAOS follows whenever and wherever ORDER is established?


All she wanted was someone to share with.

Thoughts. Dreams. Realizations. Doubts. Longings. Worries.

All she wanted was a heart to chat with.

Happiness. Sadness. Wonderments. Trust. Love.

But something was wrong inside her, like a broken string of a guitar, unable to produce the exact tones that others wanted to hear.

The sea touches your feet a thousand times but never embraces you until you surrender yourself to its waves. She kept on crashing onto the rocks along the shore of a thousand feet, yet to be greeted by any open arms.

The broken string was washed away and never to be found again.

Nobody noticed that the gap in the strings created an entirely new sound.