​I Don’t Want the Kingdom

​I Don’t Want the Kingdom

There are days
when I am angry with Him.

I raise my voice.
I question Him.
Sometimes, I even shout.

There are moments
when I want to push Him away,
lock Him somewhere in the darkness,
and silence that calm voice
that keeps telling me:

Do your duty.
Do not ask for the fruit.

And yet…

somewhere deep inside,
I know He is right.

Perhaps
that is what hurts the most.

Because what is victory
if the heart is left wounded?

The Pandavas won the battle.
They won the kingdom.
The war came to an end.

But around that victory
were widows weeping,
children without fathers,
mothers mourning their sons,
and lives no victory
could ever bring back.

They gained a kingdom.

But what could a kingdom give
to those who had lost everything?

And so I ask:

What is winning?
What is losing?

Is happiness really found
in having more,
achieving more,
proving that we were right?

Or is happiness
something much quieter?

A morning without fear.
A home without hatred.
A heart without anger.
A garden where every living thing
is simply allowed to live.

Perhaps the greatest battle
is not fought with weapons.

Perhaps it is fought
in the silent places within us—

between wanting and accepting,
between anger and peace,
between holding on
and letting go.

And perhaps that is why
I keep arguing with Him.

Because I don’t want a kingdom.

I don’t want to win
at the cost of another’s tears.

I don’t want a victory
that leaves the world wounded.

I only want
a peaceful heart,
a peaceful home,

and a life
where nothing has to lose
for me to believe
that I have won.

Perhaps…

that is the kingdom
I have been searching for
all along.

Beyond the Scenes

 Beyond the Scenes

We sit and watch a movie

that finishes in two hours.

Twists and turns,

fiction or non-fiction,

thrill or sadness,

love or friendship,

comedy or tragedy.

It can make us feel good,

or make us feel bad,

make us cry

or make us laugh.

Every scene has its place,

every story has its ending,

and whatever happens,

the movie finishes

within its given time.

Then we switch off the screen

and return to our own movie.

But somehow,

we forget that the real movie

is our own life.

Our movie is different.

It moves slowly.

Day passes.

Night comes.

Night passes.

Another day begins.

There is no background music

telling us that something important

is about to happen.

No one tells us

when the next twist will come.

Sometimes life suddenly changes—

something beautiful,

something painful,

something we never expected.

For a moment,

everything changes.

But then, slowly,

life finds its rhythm again.

The days continue.

The nights continue.

Life moves forward,

slow and steady.

And perhaps that is

what makes our movie so special.

We don’t know the ending.

We don’t know the next scene.

We are not sitting outside

watching it on a screen.

We are living it.

And when I stop

and think about that,

the slow pace of life

doesn’t make me restless.

It makes me smile.

Because maybe

we don’t need every moment

to be a twist or a thrill.

Maybe the quiet scenes

are the ones we were meant to notice.

The ordinary days.

The little joys.

The unexpected changes.

The people we love.

The life that keeps unfolding—

slowly,

steadily,

beautifully,

one scene at a time.

While Life Keeps Moving

 While Life Keeps Moving

When the sky turns red,

and it is time for the sunrise,

step aside and watch the beauty.

Let your mind wander.

You may miss the train,

your day has already started,

and you know it is probably wrong

to pull yourself away from your journey

just for a glimpse.

Each journey can wait,

but common sense goes quiet

when your mind drifts away,

and even your body tells you,

“Stop… just stop and look.”

Then, sitting on the train,

watching each station fade away,

you regret it.

Why didn’t I stop?

Why didn’t I take that moment?

Will you live in the present?

Keep your presence of mind,

not your mind in the future.

Because the train will come again,

but that particular sunrise

may never come back.

Still Fetching -#80svibes

 Still Fetching

In the world of AI,

the 80s trend was flying,

all over the social world,

everyone was trying.

Thought I will play along,

and I too upload my pictures,

waited for my 80s glam,

with all the colours and mixtures.

But two strangers appeared,

with full of colours and style,

I gave another try,

but never got the same profile.

So I gave up,

as AI intelligence decided

that I am a Bollywood star,

and my 80s glam got divided!

I gave up on my 80s glam,

but I’m still fetching myself,

somewhere between input and output,

trying to find ourselves.

Before the Day Begins

 Before the Day Begins

In the early morning,

before the moon has finished his duty

and the sun is getting ready to take over,

the world is already quietly waking.

The train moves through the early darkness,

packed mostly with workers beginning another day.

Some carry their bags,

ready to freshen up and use the gym at the office.

Some are lost in their phones,

some are reading the morning news,

while others are still asleep,

trying to steal a few more moments of rest.

Different trains, different faces,

different stories passing through the morning.

The next train is packed too,

but this time, the silence is replaced by voices.

People are talking on their phones,

speaking in different languages,

turning the train into a small cultural centre

where many worlds meet in one place.

Each conversation carries a different story,

a different home,

a different way of seeing life.

The train moves forward,

filled with voices, languages and lives

travelling together for a little while.

Outside the train,

nature is beginning its own morning ritual.

The birds are slowly waking,

their first songs beginning to break the silence.

The foxes, having finished their night,

quietly disappear from sight,

hiding away before the busy world fully awakens.

Inside the train,

everyone is travelling towards something—

a job, a responsibility, a dream,

or simply another ordinary day.

And between the fading moon

and the approaching sun,

between different voices and waking birds,

a new day quietly begins.

No announcement.

No celebration.

Just life,

moving forward—

and me, quietly witnessing it,

one journey,

one morning,

one breath at a time.

Norway — Where Mountains Meet the Sea

 Norway — Where Mountains Meet the Sea

In this world of beauty,

Norway seems to stand still,

as if nature itself has paused

to admire her own creation.

The mountains rise proudly,

while the waters gently embrace them,

blending together as though

they were two lovers who have finally found each other.

The air carries their love,

and everyone who passes through

cannot help but stop, breathe deeply,

and fall in love with the scenery.

Sometimes the water breaks through the mountains,

showing the quiet power hidden beneath its calmness.

At other times, the mountains seem to hold the water

close to their hearts, protecting it like a precious secret.

And then come the clouds—

soft, shy and full of wonder.

Perhaps even they feel a little embarrassed

by the beauty of this love below,

so they gently cover the mountains

with their beautiful white embrace.

Norway is not simply a place to see.

It is a place to feel—

where mountains, water, clouds and air

come together in a love story written by nature itself.

Home in My Dreams

 Home in My Dreams

In the world of dreams, I am a dreamer,
Walking through gardens bright and fair,
Where every creature lives in peace,
And love flows gently everywhere.

No suffering, hatred, fear, or pain,
No jealousy, no need to roam,
Some may call this place heaven,

I simply call it home. ❤️🌿🦋🐦🐕🌸