If everyone sought the same perfect utopia, won’t all of us has same food, wear same clothes and watch same shows. They wouldn’t even make different shows because no one would care to watch anything but the perfect type. Opinions would be without debate and all decisions unanimous.
Would one like this monotony?
So why seek to be someone else’s version of perfect? You are a special edition. Your differences and imperfections set you apart.
*Be your kind of perfect* 🙂

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Blind power

We all need power, don’t we?
To be at a liberty to think, at liberty to see
The power to make our own choices
And of holding our heads high and free

Yet power corrupts one, doesn’t it?
To a stage where no restrictions seem anymore fit
When one feel superior to frivolous rebukes
And the power consumes us bit by bit

It’s a necessary evil that creeps in
Preceded by greed and followed by sin
And you abandon your friends and forfeit your kin
When Blinded by power, it’s all about a win

Pause and think, beyond this blindfold can you see?
Is this the ‘powerful’ you sought to be?
Power to you, to empower.


The air we inhaled, drawn by the lung

Vibrates in the neck moulded by the tongue

Forms a weapon, deadliest of all

That could be the rise or a fatal fall

Words, these mere words, written in ink

Before you utter, before you mutter, pause and think

They could foster a bond, dripping in sweet

Vary them a little, to be fierce, radiating heat

Your words waged wars, your words brought peace

Your words made promises, that they betray, or did they keep?

A gun without bullets, can bring no hurt

Pen is only mightier than sword, when laced with words

Echoing back and forth, you repeat and rewind

The said and unsaid, sounds of your mind

So before you speak, ponder over once

’cause once said, the damage is done

And this choice of words, makes all the difference.

( A follow-up to ‘the pen’

https://penpalblogs.wordpress.com/2016/11/02/the-pen )

Are you happy?

When in a crowd, the speaker asks, ‘how many of you are happy?’ , I usually don’t see many hands going up. We limit our quest of a perfect life to having a secure job, a family, and maybe a good retirement plan. Spend our youthful days, saving up for a future we are not even sure of having. All we have is plans, lots of them. Maybe that book you always wanted to get your hands on, or the visit to an old friend you have been delaying for so long. Does it occur to you, to take a break from this rat race your life has become?

Order is a necessity of life, and things tend to be way less chaotic when planned, but to keep the things interesting, its good, to once in a while ask yourself,

When was the last time you did something new?

This keeps me rejuvenated, and I hope it will help you as well, to add a spark of uncertainty to an otherwise monotonous life.

Sometimes in life, aimless walks can uncover the euphoria we spent our lives searching for.


“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.” — Richard Bach

Meta is a Greek prefix that means ‘after’ or ‘beyond’ , and morph refers to ‘shape’ or ‘form’. Metamorphosis is the term used to describe the process of transformation in insects and amphibians, from an immature form to an adult form in two or more distinct stages. However this scientific term finds popular civil usage as ‘a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one.’

What we were once, is not what we’ll always be. Yes, old habits die hard, but we are capable of great change. As I described in my previous post ‘ We flourish together ‘ , the story reveals the tale of transformation of man from being  a fierce, abominable person to an enlightened sage.

The caterpillar’s  metamorphosis from a tree clinging, 12-legged pest into the majestic flying butterfly is one of the most used metaphors to describe a 180 transformation. It’s a truly  fantastic mechanism developed by nature, yet while all my seem fantastic on the outside, this transformation looks pretty gruesome deep inside, and isn’t a bed of roses for the caterpillar after all . In short, for a caterpillar to turn into a butterfly it digests itself using enzymes triggered by hormones. But then it emerges from it previous form, bold and beautiful than ever!

I believe it’s always too early to quit, and if you ask me how to be a butterfly, I’ll say we first need to give up being a caterpillar.


…and we flourish together.

” Those black dots you crushed this morning

A family of ants will now be mourning

Let them live, let them grow,

And we flourish together. ”

Ost lived a terrible, fierce robber, named Angulimala. ‘Anguli  refers to ‘finger’ and ‘Mala’ refers to ‘garland’, so as the name suggests, he used to cut people’s finger and wear them as a garland round his neck. Resting in his den, he saw Buddha pass by. “How dare he wander in my territory! I will get one of his fingers chopped.” Angulimala thought to himself. “Stop there”, he roared.

Buddha looked at him calmly. “Doesn’t he fear me?” wondered Angulimala, and said,         “Don’t you know me, I am the most powerful monster, who cuts the finger of anyone who dares to pass through this forest.”

“If you are so powerful, pluck a leaf from this tree”, answered Buddha. Angulimala did as asked. “Now put it back on the branch as before,” said Buddha. Perplexed, Angulimala said,”What!? I can’t do that, are you foolish? How can someone fix a leaf back on the branch?”

“When you don’t have the ability to fix something back, what gives you the power to break it in the first place? Its a beautiful world, let all live, and let all flourish,” answered Buddha.

Angulimala had tears in his eyes. That lesson, changed his life, and from that day onwards he took to a life of a saint.

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