Paralyzed in Paradise

At times you capture moments, at others, in certain moments you remain captured,

Lying contentedly in your comfort zone(paradise), with your willingness all fractured.

Captivated by the hollow satisfaction derived from the stillness in our lives we diminish our own capabilities. Satisfied with what we have, we fail to stretch beyond accepted norms and maximize our full potential, Our vision of looking beyond into the brilliance that the future beholds is obstructed by the dazzling drop, which fools us into believing that it is the absolute that life has to offer.

It is very easy to miss out on progression, by allowing oneself to drift in the admiration of universal splendor.  Although I am perpetually marveling at the splendor of the Himalayan valley that I call home, at times I do pause and question my relationship with the town.  Does this paradise create me or do I create the paradise that it appears to be?

“If we weren’t but voyagers in spirit, our lives wouldn’t be as ephemeral as they are.”

Contentment is subjective, some of us want to rule the world others are satisfied with the little loaf of bread. While some don’t understand their potential others mould their goals as per their comfort zones. For some, the paradise keeps recreating itself and amplifying its splendor, while others are captivated with the little that they have, these are the ones who are paralyzed.

No matter how beautiful your life, it deserves to get better, it is just you who gets to decide if you want to break the shackles or stay paralysed in paradise. If you happen to look beyond  and manage to overcome the cohesive forces preventing you from breaking free, you will be able to conjure a better life form for yourself. This is typically true for the ones who are satisfied with little things. Overcoming the inertia is typically difficult for the ones attached to their comfort zones.

A pristine valley, embracing the Himalayas on all sides, house a panoply of adroit polymaths who are paralysed in this paradise. The valley is like a sinkhole, keeping all these highbrows glued to it as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist.  Same is the case with most towns, the people are so content with their little satisfactions that they don’t want to dream big. As a result people are dishonouring their true potentials.

We all have the capability to change where we lack is in the will, we forsake our infinite potential for the evanescent thrills,

Gaping at the grandeur of our surrounding we stand mesmerised, while the world is in need of edification we can provide, we stand still in paradise, paralysed.

A bystanders view of more than a jillion hues

Enumerable gifts and curses come complimentary to the ones having a wide attention span. Some of us our endowed with the bandwidth of paradigm to notice beyond the obvious, the ones who can see the sparkle in the sky when its just abyssal darkness for the others, the ones who can relate to the shapes the clouds take up and the palliative potential of a roaring river,  the ones who can notice the sadness in smiles and the treachery in tears,the ones who can marvel with rapture the aesthetic vista and the pristine rumble of the jungle, belong to this category. But on the flip-side the same gifted ones endure the wrath that inflated perspicacity endows.


Some of us go through those inglorious days wherein life seems to trap you in a byzantine maze through its incredulous ways, you feel out of place like cadavers out of graves, the more you fight the feeling the longer it stays. While the majority is illiterate to the ludicrous games life plays, the enchanted solemnly embrace what ever is served on their trays.
The benighted ones hold just this one advantage over the enlightened, the luxury of not realizing universal allusions because their state of awareness isn’t heightened.

But the ones who are impaired of looking beyond the obvious, cozing in their comfort zones, oblivious , Are actually dwelling in a void, incapable of savouring the subtleties of little moments, so precious.

Meanwhile the bystander attempts in vain to balance his superfluous perceptional potential to juice the brilliance out of the momentary view, But this is his curse, the white comes with the black, and he cant help but notice the full spectrum of hues.

Widen your paradigm, start observing the enumerable pixels in your frame of vision, and you will soon come to realize, You are auto-empowered to bare with the grotesque so that you can gape at the grandeur of this funny thing called life.

Small Town Girl

“Its inside me and I am inside it” Ben Sharp does justice to my state of inebriation with this inimitable heaven on earth that I call Home. The magnificence of my valley is resonated in each and every one of its residents. Just like any other small town every eye sparkles with infinite dreams, every smile conducts the warmest vibe, every soul genuinely cares and every hand munificently shares. Although I might sound delusional but this is what I grew up seeing. Yes vices crept in but the overall balance still tilts towards the good side.

My small town helps me depict its beauties through its beauty. This may even sound true for the small town girls from all round the world.

 “At times she is timid like the gentle streams cascading through colossal stones, at others she is the resolute queen to this mountainous throne .

The elegance in her visage exemplifies the freshness of the air she breathes, her idiosyncrasies distinct to the little world that she has seen.

Her calm demeanor resonates the stillness of the aesthetic landscape around, The natural grace transcends her soul, making it more profound.

Her smile, like the bright sunshine, makes you want to write songs about it,  The divinity in her countenances, makes you feel their wouldn’t be no world without it.

At times more meaningful than stories, at others as naive as a child, Sparkling like a diamond in the sky, a comet leaving a trail of smiles behind.

But then my brains creative curry reveals traces of information which make me worry, The lustre of virtue, enveloped with hedonism, is getting blurry, as my immaculate depiction gets tainted in a hurry.

With fates entwined, the celestial beauties and their exalted hamlets are being inspired by the plastic-city and bigger towns, Thought contamination and unprecedented pollution are consequences, letting our unembellished heritage down.

But once in a while I do find that invigorating smile which makes me realize that the Small Town and Small Town Girl still survives.

The Flattest Bread- Love what you do

Being grateful and being wise will help you silence the demons inside

The uncertainty of the infinite acts like those dreary brain clouds,

The same ones which make you question and doubt.

Indecision strangles your dreams impeding the glory you deserve,

Reticence is a by product, you are poisoned by the suspicion that you force yourself to preserve.

The malfunctioning rocket science, which doesn’t exist, hoodwinks us all the time,

Life’s a magnificent melody if you’re in tune, a coherent rhyme.

You deserve to be the king you were born to be,

So stop pretending to be stooges and feeling awkwardly.

Tread the glorious path of dreams and you will get to learn,

A meaningful life means much more than the money you earn.

Love what you do and do what you love, that’s what Farooq said,

He is the one affording the smile while making the flattest bread.


If you wish to start writing or have been writing already, the following lines would put you in good stead to accomplish what you are after.

In order to be a writer, you have to learn to be reverent. If not, why are you writing? Why are you here? … Think of reverence as awe, as presence in and openness to the world. Think of those times when you’ve read prose or poetry that is presented in such a way that you have a fleeting sense of being startled by beauty or insight, by a glimpse into someone’s soul. All of a sudden everything seems to fit together or at least to have some meaning for a moment. This is our goal as writers, I think; to help others have this sense of — please forgive me — wonder, of seeing things anew, things that can catch us off guard, that break in on our small, bordered worlds. When this happens, everything feels more spacious.

“One can be instructed in society, one is inspired only in solitude.”

“One can be instructed in society, one is inspired only in solitude.”

It is only wen one rids himself of all worldly logic that he nears a state conducive to creation. Creativity has its origins in the soul so the heart and mind only have a supportive role in its being.  The sanctity of the soul is a reflection of the serenity of your surroundings.

Dwelling in the cradle of the Himalayas, one cant help but be mesmerized by their aesthetic magnanimity and marvel  at their mythical magnificence.  The eternal peace reflected in every calming gust and the purity in every trickle of pristine water cascades through to the virtuous residents.

Where better to be than the land of Gods? What better to do than to gape endlessly at the brilliant landscape which surrounds you? The environment endows its inhabitants with contentment, enough to last them for 10 lifetimes. It inspires people to embrace solitude and the solitude inspires them to innovate forming an infinite loop of creative art, solace and inspiration. But only the ones who can comprehend the allusions of their environment are rewarded with this peace and tranquil.

Far from the madding crowd, you get inspired ,

Immune from big cities so loud, you get inspired.

Birds flying at the speed of sound, you get inspired,

Big dreams with feet on the ground, you get inspired.

Inspiration is available all around us, we just have to mold our perception to notice it. The muse can show up in your dreams or when you eat, it can come along in the most awkward times, but its up to you to make the most of it.

You need not leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. You need not even listen, simply wait, just learn to become quiet, and still, and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked. It has no choice; it will roll in ecstasy at your feet

 The mountains educate me on stillness, the forests teach me how to be quiet and the cascading rivers show me the benefits of solitude through the path they create for themselves. The environment around me unmasks itself in unique forms every moment, by doing so, it fuels my creativity and adds to my paradigm significantly. 

Empower Enrich Enhance

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