Who has the power?

Who has the power,

me or the situation,

I wonder!!!

Wet all over

Wet all over,
shaking to the bone,

I wonder,
He who makes 'heat' makes 'water'
He who makes 'darkness' makes 'sunshine' too

And I wander, now happily further.

I was in Chail, Himachal Pradesh, near Shimla for a NGO Training workshop.

On a particular day, early morning walk.....

I was frightened., frightened of the silence and that I was alone. I didn't have the guts to go further on. I started back.... to the noises.

I wonder why?
... this "silence" was terrifying.

Power of the "Fat"

Reducing weight is not a joke. There is a lot of 'power resistance' that "fat" has. But conquer you will I... come what may.

Journey on....

Lying on the bed, I wonder,

Lying on the bed, I wonder,
How much the 'fan' has ...,
Can I put it on & off as and when I want,
Or does it have a life of it's own

Do I control the fan, or does the heat control me to control the fan?

And then what about us??

Thoughts on the days, I was down & out with viral fever last week.

Reflections...

Death is a fact,
Life is fiction....

Just because I'm going to die,
Do I stop living?

The Black Room

Black...

One of my dreams is to have a office room coloured black, with no lights at all. There would be a table, comfortable chair/s or a sofa, and yes, air-conditioning too.

But no lights... this would be called an "ideating" room or a "visualization" room.
Your question could be why black? Isn't it a mourning colour.

I don't believe so.

"Black" is the colour inside our brains. Black (when we sleep) causes us to dream. A great thought comes at a blink (blackness) of a second.

What would black's power be when it's the only colour in the room.

This blog is going to be "My Inner Voice" ... the black inner voice.

Let's see what comes in it