A poetic life.
A poetic death.
A journey that was art in itself.

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If music is the sweetest language
in the world, the way you sang
never failed to stir emotions
and inspire generations. From
the rock vibes of ‘’Anamika’’
to the heart-rending strains
of “Mayabini,” every melody
and lyric of yours carried
immense depth and profound
meaning that made us feel happy,
nostalgic, wistful, hopeful.
Uncountable moments of our
lives are etched in our memories
against the symphony
of your songs. You were not
just a singer, but an artist
with a purpose and there is
indeed no comparison to
a heart as humane as yours.
There will never be another you.
Self-made, straightforward,
majestic, authentic. No amount
of right placing of words
or meaningful stringing of sentences
can describe the chasm your
departure has left behind.
We will never recover from this loss.

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The invisible strings that we forge with people and places, we become captive to their pull. We may never find the answer to why, how and when. But it’s just there and is what it is.

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Have you ever felt that feeling of guilt for even wanting a little bit of happiness or the feeling of being undeserving of anything good that happens? I think that is the height of being broken where nothing seems to make sense anymore. Where life seems like an unending tunnel of darkness. Where grief is so profound that hope loses all meaning.

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My Mondays aren’t grey-blue anymore
Rather a soft shade of baby blue
They no longer feel like a task I want to get over with
But a friend I eagerly look forward to meet
That friend being my solitude for the better part of the day,
Blissful and resuscitating.
As I go about taking my own sweet time,
My Mondays no longer feel like a war-zone but a happy place.

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To build solid foundations cemented with trust, responsibility and kindness for continuous growth.

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1. It catches you off-guard
2. It’s what you make of that

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a hush amidst the clamour
a soft melody that hovers
a gentle tap on the shoulder

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Drafting business letters during day, penning poetry at night.

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I can’t imagine how horrifying it must have been for everyone in that flight to know a split second before the crash, that you are in death’s hands, helpless and hopeless. To succumb to its engulfing flames. Maybe some were visiting a foreign country for the first time for vacation or for work, while some were going back to their homes, their families. All of their dreams, hopes crashed and their lives became stories, memories in a moment. It is ever hard to process how fragile life is and how powerful death is.
My heart goes out to those souls and my prayers are with the families they have left behind. I hope the bereaved find strength to overcome the blankness that now remains in place of their loved ones.

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