30 Minutes of Traveling: Deep Fried Crunchy Samosa

I told myself it’s okay to
want to go all by yourself,
to take little chances to discover
pieces of you scattered here and there,
to have people stare
when you’re sitting there
waiting for no one in particular to appear.

I want to eat a samosa,
that deep fried crunchy samosa
I’ve always loved,
as a child, as a teen and as an adult. 

I told myself it won’t rain hard,
drizzles are merry times,
that sprinkle your shoes with a little water.
Even if it does rain
home is nearby. 

I told myself it is okay to explore alone,
to walk the roads you’ve walked with others,
newly blacktopped roads
welcome me with narrow bends.
Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea after all.

I want to eat a samosa,
deep fried crunchy,
but end up ordering its variant.
Right after I lay my eyes on it,
it feels like a bad idea.
Yes, it was a bad idea.
I hurriedly order a lassi
to improve the taste,
I end up receiving a drink
with sugar particles instead.

I tell myself it’s okay to make wrong decisions,
food is a little thing,
there are mountains to conquer.
All this for a deep fried crunchy samosa.

Begin Again

A beautiful day
is ending,
let the night rise.
Look at the moon
and the starlight.
How would you know
its beauty
if you didn’t let go
of the day.

A beautiful day
is ending,
for another shall begin.
Maybe we shall
see all of the lights
again, far away
from here.

When you see them,
your eyes will burn bright.
And I hope you will
think of me, again,
even if
for a fraction of time.
I shall for sure,
because you’ve
always been here,
in my sweet memory.

I will think of you
as a star in my sky,
and as we move
in directions
that are different,
I will pray for the best.

If stars stayed together,
we wouldn’t have
constellations
to look up to.
We shall make a good one.

We are all star dust,
after all.

It will begin again.


Some things can’t be said, I’ve realized. My throat runs dry, I forget. But they can be written. They can always be written. I will try to write them.

Journey of Seasons | Summer | A Poem

If you must bring upon
your rays of heat,
shine on,
beautiful they are.
I shall not ask for the clouds
to cover themselves over you,
or for the rain to drown
you in its waters.

I shall only ask
for the gentle wind to blow,
to become my companion
in this journey of seasons.

When snow comes
I shall look upon your heat
longingly and so I shall
not ask you to leave.
I shall only ask for little
drops of kindness
everywhere you go. 

Without your rays,
what would I see?
A dark abysmal pit
devoid of hope.
Without your rays,
what would I see?
No colors to embrace. 

And so, I shall only ask
for the gentle wind to blow,
to become my companion
in this journey of seasons. 


It’s summer and the heat gets a little unbearable at times, especially when I’m on the road, with a heavy backpack, lunch on one hand and the umbrella on the other. But it’s divine when the wind blows, gentle enough to sooth the blazing heat across the sky. It’s like my heart becomes a little lighter and nature reminds me of balance, of the beauty of the little moments, of the escaping moments of satisfaction.