Tunnels of life.

There is light at the end of the tunnel.

Do you actually believe in it? Do you step into the tunnel believing that there is a brighter side? Do you step in thinking that it’s the end or there will be a beginning? Do you step in believing in the positive but it fades as you go deeper? As we keep moving in, the darkness overpowers the light and our fears over-shadow our faith. The darkness engulfs us and our shadow is no more ours.  Do you then give up and retreat or sit right there defeated by uncertainty and fear? Or you let your faith guide you not letting it disappear like smoke in air. Do you set fears at the base of the anchor of your boat and let it sink in the ocean of uncertainty or do you take a leap of faith? Can you still see the light at the end of the tunnel?

Another year comes to pass. End to a chapter. Beginning of a new page in the book of life, as we exit the tunnel of yesterday and embrace the light of tomorrow.  Everyone has come a long way since the beginning. Facing various challenges, defeating several demons, helping different lives, giving meaning to new faces and burying unnecessary burdens. We have made it through and it is that time of the year to reminiscence. To forgive and to forget. To accept and to let go. To finish and to start. To believe and to love. Tear the pages which tell tales of despair. Tear pages of distrust and hate. Burn the sheets which remind you of bad times and keep the ones which will forever bring a smile. As you see the light approaching, don’t rush. Walk slowly, turn back and see what you have overcome. Be proud of what got you here as it’ll never come back. Embrace the light with open arms. Bask in all its glory cause you’ve left the darkness behind. You’re out of the tunnel of yesterday and a bright today welcomes you with a gleaming sunrise overlooking an exquisite panorama of promising tomorrows. 

Happy New Year!!

Does everyone believe?

Till when will we believe
In the truth of reality
The work of destiny
The improbability of impossibilities.
Till when will we believe?

Setting sun.

           Often we find ourselves chasing the wrong things; wrong friends, wrong parties, wrong dresses or even wrong words. We are always looking for something that will please us or calm us or give us that feeling of satisfaction and when we get it, it feels.. well obviously wrong or we might enjoy it for a while but as time passes we realize this is not it. This is not where we want to be or this is not who we want to be with. This is not what we thought it would feel like, then we turn around to the right things but see them fading away with the sun, darkness creeping in with all its might.

           Try running but we never get there in time to save ourselves from all the mistakes. As cliched it maybe but it gets late to set things right. The chance that we had, we blew it and all we're left with, is remorse but then there is always a silver lining and somehow its never too late to do the right thing. 

           To look at the bright side, now we know how different wrong looks from right. How different wrong feels from right. So next time you see right staring right at you, go grab it and smother it like its all yours, was always meant to be and there will be no regret. You will turn back and see a bright sun setting with all its glory and even if it rains, you will still see a rainbow.

Fear

Darkness is frightening
In the lonely hours of the night
The moonlight plays hide and seek
The clouds quietly weep.

Rain tries entering
Through the slits and cracks
Shadows creep in slowly
The wind moves the fan.

The window shuts with a bang
And there is a long silence
Thunder chills every bone
And lightning holds the balance.

The sound of life is distant
And pleasing to the lonely ears
Who only wish for a whisper
Or a quiet knock on the door.

The wind chime plays a song
Of the beauty of neverland
In the darkness of the moment
Fantasy has no upperhand.

Reality is in the howl of dogs
The sound of wind between the trees
Reality is you're not in a dream
Your voice is muffled in a silent scream.

No one can hear you
Apart from the lizard living free of cost
Or the mosquito who makes his own music
Paying no attention to your thoughts.

Your thoughts they battle
Win, lose or inter twine
Cause at this hour of the day
Its difficult to see in your own mind.

While you count your breath
And wait for sleep to come
You hear footsteps
It over shadows the humdrum.

There is a whisper in your ear
And you feel at peace
But the darkness is still frightening
Even when there's another heart-beat.

And...?

In a world of war and tyranny, what will you choose:
 Freedom or Peace?

Make me an Ad.

No idea about video editing.
No idea about movie making.
No devices to do the job.
But I had 2 make an ad.
This is my ad campaign for nike

I Run for Me.

How close are we to God?
How close to what's within us?

Painting in the sky.

Talent - A Mortal.

The walls were finally closing in and there was no escape. She tried everything to make a run for it but the walls of her mind collapsed and the beautiful child died.

Standing in the midst of a thousand people this girl felt lost but it was only the beginning. She knew she’d find herself sooner or later. Carrying on with the normal everyday life she found herself in writing. A born storyteller she’d concoct different tales about people, places, lives, of ups and downs, the miracles and tragedies, of sorrow and joy, of hope, of love and she knew she truly existed. Words just seemed to flow from her pen and fill pages and pages of fiction effortlessly.

Everyone loved reading her as they liked to get lost in the stories she built but every time in the everyone there has to be an exception or two and so was in this case, the critic. For a writer a critic is very important. The feedback is a stepping stone towards better writing but what happens when the stones become boulders and form a mountain and you’re stuck behind it? She knew she was good but the constant criticism on everything she wrote got on her nerves in the beginning and then started to break her down. She wrote and wrote and the critic found flaws and disgraced her every piece for reasons unknown. When the critic wasn’t there to criticize she could hear him while writing, disgracing every mark from her pen. She’d even dream about him laughing at her in front of a large crowd while she stood alone with her head bowed down in prayer for mercy. She couldn’t comprehend the situation and started to believe that she wasn’t good enough.

The girl wasn’t just a girl; her heart was that of a beautiful child. Tender and innocent. Such harsh realities pierced it with cruel intentions and made it bleed a thousand times. The child felt unworthy. The girl was lost again. She wrote and wrote but this time there was no tale to tell just words of help and cry for inner solitude filled the pages and no one liked reading it. Too much for a girl with a sacred heart, she sat in her room trying to console herself and keep the flame of faith burning but she’d seen and heard too much and nothing seemed to help. She cried herself to sleep and woke up in misery. Tried to paint the world again with her words but black ink spilled all over the floor and she knew there was no going back.

She tried to keep her mind open to new possibilities but the candle of hope was burning no more and darkness took over control. The walls kept closing in while she tried to push them away. The battle was lost and she lifted her hands in surrender.  The walls collapsed, killing the mind of the girl with a child inside.

Product Photography..

First attempt at product photography and ad making.. me likey!!!

Lost Trails.

An ant was stranded. It seemed to have lost the trail the others left and moved really slowly across the hall. Losing sense of direction isn’t an easy thing, your goal seems farfetched and the path uncertain. The ant moved so slow I could sense the pain its movement.

Other ants came and crossed as they knew the trail but the lost ant staggered. A few ants came and walked along with it but not for long. They came and left. There was this one ant which really tried guiding the lost ant towards the known path but the lost ant was not ready to increase its speed. The other ant tried and tried but when the lost ant didn't show any interest it carried on leaving the clueless ant on its own.

Watching this ant the other day I realized how similar our lives are. When we lose our paths and our goals are uncertain everything becomes slow and we lose the drive to speed up things and carry on. We meet a lot of people but none of them stay forever. Some come, share the pain and try pushing us towards the light but when we show no improvement, they go away leaving us with the same sense of nowhere. Do we stop? Where do we stop? Do we find the path we lost or do we find a new trail or do we create a new trail? Where does it lead us? Is anything permanent? Do we really rely on others to show us the light or do we see it our self? Is there a definite goal? Is sky actually the limit? Where is our final destination?

All these questions have uncertain answers but we can’t stop. Life goes on and uncertainty remains. Maybe one day we will find the light and maybe one day we will leave a trail behind.

Life.

Its bright and dark and dull.
Its white and black and grey.
Its close and far away.
Its what was, is and will be.
It is what we'd like it to be.