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I walk alone not lonely, unbound, beneath a sky that belongs to me. In a world with its own weather, its own sky, its own direction. Each mind its own country borders unmarked, crossings imagined. In a universe with its own gravity of thought, where even the stars shimmer differently, and the constellations I see are unfamiliar to anyone else, known only to me. Under this sky there is only me, a private map of memory, where every joy has a past and every wound knows my name. This knowing loosens something. Expectations slip off like old coats, heavy with borrowed hope. Disappointment thins, then disappears, when no one is asked to become more than they are. I stop waiting for mirrors to agree with my face. I stop asking the crowd to certify my heartbeat. What remains is: still, clean, pure. A moment untouched by approval, a breath that belongs only to me. And then an open sky moves inward, the realization that my acceptance is enough for me. I savor the present the way fire lives on oxygen, without permission, without apology. I am witness to my own life, the only owner of my breath. And in this solitude I am whole, not diminished, completely free.

I woke to a stirring deep inside, a pulse, uncertain, yet alive. Life stood before me, not as a promise, but a road unfolding in morning light Mesmerized, I set out on a trip, started walking the winding road, I walked on, no map, no sign, just a small flame burning inside. The road was kind, the road was cruel, wandering wild, breaking each rule. It cut my feet, yet lit the sky, each fall taught me how to rise. And I walked on, I walked on, the road is, where I belong. There were moments of wonder, mountains brushed with white, valleys breathing morning mist, petals trembling in the light. For a heartbeat, I thought I’d arrived, but the whisper said, not yet, just walk a while. The road was kind, the road was cruel, wandering wild, breaking each rule. It cut my feet, yet lit the sky, each fall taught me how to rise. And I walked on, I walked on, the road is, where I belong. The farther I walked, the quieter I became, pain turned to patience, spark to flame. Longing to light, and silence to grace, My steps grew softer in that sacred space. The road was kind, the road was cruel, wandering wild, breaking each rule. It cut my feet, yet lit the sky, each fall taught me how to rise. And I walked on, I walked on, the road is, where I belong. The destination’s not beyond, it’s been within me all along. No need to run, no need to chase, I found my home in a gentler gait. The road was kind, the road was true, it led me away just to bring me to you. Each wound became a spark of light, each fall taught me how to rise. And I walk on, I walk on, the road is, where I belong. Yeah Yeah, I walk on, I walk on, the road is, where I belong.

I crossed a thousand silent questions, knocked on doors that wouldn’t speak. Every promise pulled me forward, every answer felt incomplete. I asked the stars to show me meaning, asked the fire how to begin. I felt the shift beneath my breathing, and the road - it turned within. Not every answer needs a sound, some truths rise when I slow down. I don’t look far, I don’t look through, I let the moment pull me through. The destination’s not beyond - it’s been within me all along. No need to run, no need to chase, I found my home in this space. I smile as the wind touches my face, the silence now singing with grace. Not the end of the road, but awakening, I have arrived… and still, I walk within. The road within… the road within… I have arrived… at the road within The wind slows down, I match my breath, my footsteps soften, I lay down the rest. No finish line, no need to prove, I walk the way my heart moves. Not every answer needs a sound, some truths rise when I slow down. I don’t look far, I don’t look through, I listen close, and I know what to do. The road within - I choose my pace. The road within - I give it space. The road within - I follow the sound of my own feet on steady ground. I have arrived… and still I walk, with open hands, an open heart. The road within… the road within… that’s where I am… that’s where I’ve been. Yeah yeah, the road within, where I belong. the road within, is where I belong. the road within, the road within, the road within,

A Small Piece of Advice Before a Long Journey Most journeys don’t announce themselves as life lessons in advance. They look ordinary at the start - bags packed, airport ahead, a clear idea of when you’ll arrive. Before leaving India after my wedding way back in 1996, my dearest uncle, Akhilesh Mama ji, offered me one small piece of advice as I packed: always keep a fresh set of clothes in your carry-on. Nothing dramatic. No warning bells. Just something learned from experience. I didn’t argue. I didn’t fully believe it either. But I followed it. That advice ended up mattering far more than I could have imagined. When I eventually wrote the short story "The Never-Ending Flight" in 2006, that moment stayed with me, not because it was remarkable at the time, but because of how profoundly useful it became once the journey unraveled. It reminded me how often survival in uncertain moments comes down to the smallest, quietest forms of preparation. Below is a brief excerpt from the novella published on amazon in 2025 after my kids insisted that I should share the story - The Never-Ending Flight On an afternoon, during a lunch visit to one of my dearest uncles in Faridabad - a man who had always been there for our extended family in every moment of need - he leaned in with the kind of earnest concern only an elder can have. “Always carry a fresh pair of clothes in your hand luggage,” he said. “You never know.” I grinned, half-amused, until he began telling me the story behind his advice - the time he was stranded in a foreign country with nothing but the clothes on his back. His luggage had gone missing for days, and he spent half the trip borrowing toiletries from strangers and washing the same shirt in hotel sinks. “Trust me,” he added, shaking his head at the memory, “you don’t want to learn that lesson the hard way.” I nodded politely, not realizing how prophetic his words would soon become. So, when it came time to pack my bags, I tossed an extra shirt and trousers into my carry-on anyway. I had no idea that single act would later save me from utter misery. Sometimes the journeys teach us patience. Sometimes they teach us humility. And sometimes, they teach us to listen when someone quietly says - "Trust me". The full story is available here: → The Never-Ending Flight [ https://a.co/d/7GQcVJw ]

Re-written as an uplifting song/anthem based on the original :"Mountain" written some time back. Released on Spotify on Dec 12, 2025 I fought and I grappled, with a mountain in sight, Pushed through the shadows, and stood up to the fight. But I didnt give up and told my self that The fight is not in vain so I must climb and I must rise I must climb and I must rise At times, it grew taller, that mountain ahead, Unyielding and daunting, my courage near dead. Something inside whispered to me That through the shadows, I’ll find my way. so I must climb and I must rise I must climb and I must rise I pressed on regardless, but gained little ground, Till the truth dawned within, a new wisdom found: The mountain I climbed wasn't carved out of stone— It rose from my fears, and doubts I had grown. Any mountain can crumble, when the heart finds its might, And from the ashes I rose, to reach new heights. Any mountain can crumble, when the heart finds its might, Any mountain can crumble, when the heart finds its might, climb and rise, climb and rise Yes!!! Any mountain can crumble, when the heart finds its might, And from the ashes I rose, to reach new heights. climb and rise, climb and rise

There’s a sting inside my heart a sharp ache — quiet, but breaks me apart No one sees it, no one knows, but I can feel it when it grows. So I smile to hide the storm, pretend I’m fine, pretend I’m warm, pretend the pain is far away — but it stays, it stays, it stays. How do I say that breathing burns? That every step — the world just turns a little heavier, a little slow, and walking feels like letting go? So I wear my calm like skin, tuck the trembling deep within, pretend my soul won’t fade to gray — but it frays, it frays, it frays. How do I make them understand what they can’t see, can’t hold in hand? They laugh, they pass, they never stay, so I laugh too — it’s safer that way. If pain’s my shadow, let it dance, let it haunt my every chance, I’ll smile till the hurt decays — but it plays, it plays, it plays. Yeah, I smile — that’s what they see, a mask carved carefully over me. Maybe if I fake it long enough, this heart will call my bluff. So I whisper to the ache inside, “Stay quiet, love, we’ll both survive.” I’ll keep smiling through the days — come what may, come what may, come what may. But there’s a question haunting me: If I can’t feel, am I truly free? Does the ache die out, or just lay low, breathing quiet beneath the glow? And if the pain forgets my name, will I still be me, or lose my flame? Still, I keep smiling anyway — anyway, anyway, anyway. Ah, the pain, it stays, it frays, it plays, yeah yeah, it stays, it frays, it plays. I’ll keep smiling, come what may, come what may, come what may. Yes yes, I keep smiling anyway — anyway, anyway, anyway.

ज़िंदा हूँ, जब एहसास हुआ, और समझा ज़िंदगी एक राह है, तो ठान चला इस राह पर, अपनी मंज़िल की तलाश में, ख़ामोश था, पर जोश था । कई मोड़ आये राह में, ठोकरें भी मिली कई, गिरा, उठा और चलता गया, खामोश था, मदहोश था । रास्ते में खुशनुमा नज़ारे भी दिखे कई, देखी बर्फीली हसीन वादियां, और देखे फूल, जिन पे ओस था,  बस लगा फिरदौस था । पर ठोकरें न रोक पायी मुझे, ना भटका किसी हंसीन नज़ारे से, रुका नहीं , डगमगाता चला, मंज़िल पहुंचने का जोश था । देखा अनदेखा कर दिया, मंज़िल पहुँचने की चाह में, और मैं चलता गया, शायद मैं ही बदहोश था । जब चलते चलते थक गया, और साँसें थमने लगीं, राज़ तूने समझाया मुझे, मंज़िल नहीं, रास्ता कोष था । फिर जब साँसें रुकी, तब भी खामोश था , पर चेहरे पे मुस्कान थी, और अब बस संतोष था ।

The greatest wonders come in three, A quiet code in you and me. A song that hums through all we know, The rise, the stay, the letting go. Birth, life, death—the circle’s spin, The journey out, the journey in. We bloom, we shine, we fade away, Yet something stays beyond the day. Past, present, future—time’s sweet thread, The words we’ve spoken, things unsaid. The past still whispers, soft and low, The future waits where dreams will go. Mind, body, soul—the heart of man, The holy three in one great plan. Each part alone could never be, But joined, they form the trinity. For every three, a truth is found, A circle whole, a perfect sound. Not one, not two, but three that bind— The light, the love, the heart, the mind.

He went on a quest to find peace, Little did he know, it was always within.

This is the song version of my poem "Letting Go " . Just a humble attempt to add a melody and voice to the emotions. I held you tight, my little one, Just wasn’t ready to let you go. Too afraid you’d face the storms alone — the wind, the cold, and the unknown. But most of all, I feared this cruel world. Would it let you be? Would it let you fly? Would it let you grow? I was afraid— Would it let you find your happiness, See your beauty I’ve always known? Will you fly beyond your fears, Find the light through all the tears? I was uncertain— Didn’t know how to silence my fears. Then a voice inside whispered in my ears: Love means learning to let go. Let go... let go... let go... let go... Love means learning to let go. Let go... let go... Then I saw — You stood tall through every storm, Through every test and tide. Found your voice within the noise, with strength you kept inside. And I saw your spirit rising high, Like dawn after the darkest night. Every fall, every doubt, you’ve shown— Your wings were never mine to own. And in the stillness, I learned, Love means learning to let go. Let go... let go... let go... let go... Love means learning to let go. Let go... let go... Now the sky is calling your name, And I’m standing here in awe, Watching you unfurl those wings, And claim the freedom that it brings. Now you fly beyond the fears, Past the clouds, your path is clear. I see your light; I see your glow— My heart whispers soft and low: Your wings were never mine to hold, Only to help you unfold... yeah yeah... Only to help your wings unfold. The hardest thing I’ve ever done— Was set you free, my little one. I watched the sun slip through your hair, The moment paused, suspended there. I felt the moment carry you— The sky became a part of you. You soared, radiant and free, And I finally learned to let go. Go, my little one... not so little anymore. I let go... won’t hold you back anymore. So go, fly… and soar high in the sky... and find your ikigai, your ikigai Yeah, yeah, I learned to let go. Let go... let go... let go... let go... Love means learning to let go. Let go... let go... let go... let go...

As parents, we go through a wide range of emotions as we watch our little ones grow. It’s never easy to see them struggle or try to make sense of a world that can feel so big and complicated. There are moments when all we want to do is step in, protect them, clear every obstacle from their path, and take on their challenges for them. But then there are those beautiful moments — the ones where they rise, push through, and surprise even themselves. Watching them soar makes every worry, every fear, and every sleepless night completely worth it. This poem was my way of putting those feelings into words. I held you tight, my little one didn't want to let you go.  I Was too fearful of you being alone, In the the storms, gusts of winds and hail But I was most afraid Of this cruel world! Will it let you be? Will it let you fly? Will it let you find happiness? Will it see your real beauty, inside and out? Will I find a genuine smile on your face? And will I see in your face and eyes The subtle beauty and bliss of acceptance of the true you.  I was afraid But you stood up to adversity and all your inner and external struggles and challenges  And found strength to be true you And I realized that you are stronger that I ever imagined  and once I did let you go, you flew majestically.

मिला न तू जब तक मुझे,  जिया बस जिये बिन जीना किसको कहते हैं, वो जाना है अब मैने मिला तू तो मै समझा, साँस लेना जीना नही अब हर साँस आती है,  ओर मुझे ये समझाती है कि जीना कितना मुशकिल है,  तेरे बिन -  तेरे बिन तेरी यादों के साये में, अक्सर मैं खो जाता हूँ मुस्कानों की भीड़ में भी, हरदम रो जाता हूँ कितनी अधूरी लगती है, हर ख़ुशी - हर गिन कि जीना कितना मुश्किल है, तेरे बिन – तेरे बिन हर शाम ढलती है यूँ, जैसे कोई सज़ा हो हर रात कहती है मुझसे, तू ही मेरी दवा हो बंद आँखों में भी अब, तेरा ही चेहरा दिखे छिन-छिन कि जीना कितना मुश्किल है, तेरे बिन – तेरे बिन चलते हैं लोग आगे, मैं वहीं ठहर जाता हूँ तेरे साथ बिताए पल, हर रोज़ फिर जी जाता हूँ ये दिल भी अब थक चला है, मगर धड़कता है बिन-सिन कि जीना कितना मुश्किल है, तेरे बिन – तेरे बिन अब तू है मेरे साथ, और हर लम्हा मेरा है तेरा हर सांस में तू शामिल, हर धड़कन में बसे सवेरा जो अधूरी थी कभी ज़िंदगी, अब है पूरी हर छिन अब समझ आता है क्या था मैं, तेरे बिन – तेरे बिन