A Milkyway Melody

Why am I on cloud number nine I know you ain't all mine Do I have to wait for a sign Cuz I'm too afraid to cross the line Hold hands and let our fingers intertwine Ready to sip sparkling wine and dine And watch the stars align Oh baby, but you tell me it's all gonna be fine I am your moonlight, and you are my sunshine Please be my valentine

The question: What is the meaning of life? It's happiness. That's what many say. But honestly, how many of us are happy? So, let's see what it takes to be happy...   Love Is it good if we meet someone who thinks alike or the opposite? If you have too many similarities it's pretty amazing, makes life easier and you understand each other very well. But isn't it too boring and you never try or look at life from another person's POV. Have your opinion judged and challenged? There is also a case where you two are complete opposites and have many dissimilarities. However, this can also be sort of good. Since you love that person anyway, you just go with it, without reason or logic or comparing stuff. Won't life be wonderful if you too are telepathic? Have a crazy sequences of coincidences? But, eventually the magic fades away or maybe not. If it happened once, then definitely it might happen sometime in the future right? Like a pattern of choices...

I keep rocking my chair back and forth while I listen to music, being careful not to bust my head (cuz I fall all the time and embarrass myself). Next up Rockabye and I keep scrolling through facebook. ....Now she got a six-year old. Trying to keep him warm. Trying to keep out the cold. When he looks in her eyes. He don't know he is safe. When she says "Oh love, no one's ever gonna hurt you, love. I'm gonna give you all my love. Nobody matters like you. Your life ain't gonna be nothing like my life. You're gonna grow up and have a good life"... A shiver runs down my spine. The lyrics put a knot in my stomach. I get so furious and sympathetic at the sametime. As I keep swiping the screen to see more baby pictures I get mad. Very mad. God, Why? Why did the guy leave?! Isn't the father supposed to stay and raise the baby together. On a daily basis, adorable toddler pictures keep popping up on my timeline. I see how three of my high school girlfriends...

At the saME tiME Can we be still but also have a mix of thoughts? Be surrounded by people but also feel all alone? Taste success but also acknowledge what failure would feel like? Love someone but also hate them? Own but also disown something? Feel alive but also dead inside? Reminiscing about the past but also see glimpses of the future? Surrounded by silence but also hear symphonies in the air? Feel connected to everything but also feel nothing at all? Live life with a purpose and a positive outlook but also accept it's a pointless existence after all? When something takes your breath away but also sucks the life out of you?  At the saME tiME A different me from the first me? Or is it just me?

Dear Yo Man, Chak, Who is gonna...flash the brightest and the most charming smile of em all? say srav lets dance? give me all the warmth and love of a best friend? act like a pro? be super kind to everyone? Jinde, Who is gonna...eat all the aloo? act crazy and childish? do that silly dance move? care and love me like family? say random shiz and be weirdo? Raal, Who is gonna...fight and argue with me(even though i know u'll never let me win)? tease my english accent? be super close and stone cold at the same time? Deep, Who is gonna..make me feel like im just a kid again? make me crack up and sing along to songs? be carefree and chillax? Ravey, Who is gonna...say that I am an intelligent beauty? tell me to smile more? discuss stuff about sci-fi movies music? surprisingly sync and be similar? Sush, Who is gonna..be my selfie partner? irritate me with texts and complaints? discuss all the girly stuff with? relationship and friendship goals? Neh, Who is gonna...crack all...

"Attack!!!" my dad yelled at the top of his lungs. I duck down and shoot lasers with a heavy hybrid nerf gun. Quickly, I whizz to my right like a Ninja on my electric blue magnetic sneakers. There we were on top of the wing of an aeroplane trying to save the world from an alien invasion. Too bad, an AI revolution couldn't stop the aliens from abducting humans and destroying the planet Earth. We were the ''Super Seventeen''. My family and friends swore into a mission to rescue our pale blue dot, while the others escaped in airships and capsules to Titan and Enceladus. They can spot us from every single vantage point. Escaping their x-ray vision and advanced tech was beyond our capacity. All we had with us was our intuition, amateur martial art skills and a beacon of hope to restore peace. Wait, we had something else too. A mega medallion. It was an ancient medallion that had an ornate design with crimson sparks and a cyan effervescence. The UF...

I keep it hidden My heart is already half-broken All my questions Ain't insignificant tribulations I know my worth But you make me fall back to the earth Yes I can stay here  Loving and losing you is all I fear Why don't you miss me like I miss you Prove me wrong and show me it's true With you by my side I will live my life spell-bound and mystified  I want to live out all my wildest fantasies Baby, let's skip over all the apologies Don't give me that poker face and silent treatment Let's be happy together at least one percent I want us to sit in the blue dark and watch shooting stars Let's dance, write and sing songs with our guitars Why are time and space keeping us apart When we did not even start Why are you so far away? You are leading me astray How long should I wait? I think I'm dreaming and might faint You can't catch me mister Cuz you are a red caped monster I am that badass superwoman  My standards are high and I...

You cannot get rid of the Zahir my friend. Trust me you cannot. Don't put yourself into such situation. It will eat you alive. It will question your existence. It seems like a mirage but its a broken mirror that sucks the life out of you. Why was he so obsessed about her?  He did not just miss her. He lost his soulmate. His wife. His ex-best friend/girl friend. Well, there are 7 billion people on this planet..? There was no replacement. Flings, an actress, physical touch..nothing worked out. Will time heal? Certianly did not, infact it made it a lot worse.  He did not care too much about his future or their previous unhappy marriage. He was concious about the present, which was a limitless suffering.  Introspection, imaginary conversations, hallucinations, day dreams, nightmares, delusional thinking, frustation, lethargy. He could not eat, sleep, work or be at peace with everyday things. The passion is lost. He is a zombie with zahir. Insecure much? Too much ...

There we were sitting in that GRE orientation class, dreaming about getting into MIT, Caltech and into one of the best engineering schools. New people walked in every minute and got seated at the back. No one interesting hmm...Sarah shrugged. Unlike her friends, Sarah was really excited for the Verbal class. Love for literature..Ah! She made a bet to herself no one in that class of 25, itsy bitsy fancied the English language like she did. The tutor asked, "What is Plagiarism?". Deciding no one would answer, she raised her hand and answered. Everyone in the class was shocked not because of her quick reply, but to her American accent. "A clear explanation, would someone like to add to that?" the tutor was trying really hard to initiate a discussion. Figuring out no one would answer, Sarah sighed, and leafed through the workbook pages . To her surprise, she heard a voice "I would like to add to that, it is ...". Shocked, she turned back and looked at ...

"Mommie, Why are the roses red? Mommie, Why is the grass green and the sky blue? Why does a spider have a web and not a house? Daddy, why can't I play in your toolbox? Teacher, why do I have to read? Mother, Why can't I wear lipstick to the dance? Daddy, why can't I stay out until 12:00? The other kids are. Mother, why do you hate me? Daddy, why don't the boys like me? Why do I have to be so skinny? Why do I have to have braces and wear glasses? Why do I have to be 16? Mom, why do I have to graduate? Dad, why do I have to grow up? Dad, why do I have to leave?  Mom, why don't you write more often? Dad, why do I miss my old friends? Dad, why do you love me so much? Dad, why do you spoil me? Your little girl is growing up. Mom, why don't you visit? Mom, why is it hard to make new friends? Dad, why do I miss being at home? Dad, why does my heart skip a beat when he looks in my eyes? Mom, why do my legs tremble when I hear his voice? Mother, wh...

"Some scholars claim that individuals sometimes have direct awareness of conscious states of others, either in telepathic experiences, moments of empathy or even in everyday social intercourse. There is, moreover, a transcendental argument, found by Kant and defended by Strawson, holding that, unless a person could be confident of the existence of other minds, he could not be confident of the existence of his own mind..." Mel's mind was blown inside out, gasping for breath she shut the Encyclopedia Britannica she had been reading and sprinted out of the library. Multi-thinking with multi-tasking; walking down the stairs while writing her thoughts down in a hurry, she tripped and sprained her ankle. She lied on the ground moaning. Ignoring the seething pain, she stretched out her hand and pointed it at the blazing sun. "Why didn't you consider putting me in another multiverse!?". 

Mel sank further into her seat and yanked her hoodie over her messy bun. "Lateral thinking folks!" Her English teacher yelled at the top of her lungs to calm down the noisy classroom. Paper rockets were flying all over the classroom, a nerd was flipping his sci-fi novel pages furiously, two love birds were winking at each other, while the others were busy texting and lol'ing on their BBM's. Everybody was having fun. Mel just did not want anyone to touch her bubble. I am fine by myself, she reassured herself. Super-Nihilistic mode ON. "Guys, you have to think outside the box..." Ms. K explained the concept with hand gestures, while a kid quipped "What if there is no box?" and the whole class stood still for a second and burst into laughter. The teacher came up with a clever answer. "Think of the box like your own body/soul. As long as you exist, you can think. So, the box exists. As the saying goes, you have to step outside your ...

Do you want to sync with your..self or surroundings? Annihilate or Activate? Break or Bind? Curb or Create? Doubt or Dream? Exit or Enter? Fall or Fly? Gloom or Glee? Hover or Hustle? Impede or Initiate? Judge or Joke? Kill or Kiss? Loathe or Love? Monster or Master? Neglect or Notice? Oppose or Okay? Pain or Pleasure? Quiet or Quiz? Relapse or Rejoice? Slide or Shoot? Terror or Trance? Unknown or Ubiquitous? Vulnerability or Victory? Worry or Wonder? XNOR or XOR? Yell or Yahoo? Zero in or Zone out? Will you..Lean on or Dive deep?

Mel stared at her reflection on a dusty bus window. She started smiling. You could tell by just looking at her eyes. For the first time ever her gaze was cloudy. She was looking at something through the window as trees and cars zipped past her on the highway. She did not bother to fix her hair, apply lip gloss, or even study her own features.  Dismissed the idea of drawing smiley faces on it with her breath. All of a sudden she froze in that position. The butterflies in her stomach. The way they flutter inside her. She felt like a feather. She wanted them to go away as much as this amazing feeling to stay alive. Awe-struck. How can this happen even in his absence? The next second, the song on her iPod switched to 'Mirrors' by Justin Timberlake. The feeling intensified. She heard this song a million times before but only now it makes perfect sense. Still, she wanted to shake it away. So, she triple-checked. Listened to the entire song... 1. Starin...

I breathe in and breath out. Omm....oMM....ॐ  It is so hard to control that instant gratification monkey in my brain. The big question is..What makes you, You? Instead of sittin' around and waitin' for dejavu. Look out for sweet surprises. Serendipity.  Stop that little voice in your head that goes.. Was it wrong, am I wrong, will it go wrong? I ask myself how do I take positive control. And not switch to one of those self-destruct modes.   Stay emotionally intelligent. Do we truly need seek validation? No. You are still you. Lot more books to read, music to listen, movies to watch, people to meet. Journey to the center of your heart. Find yourself. Choose people who choose you. As they say “We don't just choose the things we like; we also like the things we choose.”  Every little thing that you like doesn't need to have a logical link to explain your persona.  You, your aura. Be irrestiably irrational. Stay honest to yoursel...

I couldn't sleep last night. I felt my brain was ready to explode and I pictured myself dead the next day, my brain split open with a neon colored gooey mess with glitter and sparkles that are oozing out. I am polar with a partially positive and a negative charge/thoughts. Maybe that explains Bi-Polar?  I have so many questions and thoughts racing in my mind that are even exceeding the speed of light. Is everything real? I rush outside and pace in the hallway, drink some water come back sit down try to breathe and be silent. I can see my friends sleeping peacefully and snoring. I can't sleep! why!? I step outside in the balcony and see the twinkling stars. I say Hi! and wink at the moon but gaze deeply at the stars.  The thrill gives me chills. Blood rushes into my cheeks not because of the freezing midnight air, but because of that spectacular sight.  I wish I find someone that can admire it like I do. It ain't toxic to be quixotic right. I shun the idea ...

I ask my friends "Let's count down guys 1 min to twelve!" staring at the stars. No one did. I got this queasy feeling that I was using my mind to push the seconds on the clock and forcing it to run faster rather than letting it flow. Fireworks decorated the starry night. Happy New Year 2017! Yes, I had the best time ever. But wait, No magical beginning or end. I questioned and reasoned, what makes the new year so special? Spending time with your best friends? Getting that New Year kiss? Being high? Going to one of those fancy New year eve parties? Special phone calls? Not. Or is it the other way like..sleep through it and treat it as just a change in those 8 numerical digits? Toss out the old calendar and replace it with a new one? Make resolutions? Wish random people? Nope, has to be more than that. One thing for sure. I'll grow an year older. Who am I? .. I got so used to thinking about this question and wondering about the big picture,...