The Bane of Nothingness

On many a lazy day, when some hours are spent in the mirage of nothingness, many tendrils of thoughts enter the being, some cancel each other out and others multiply with every blink, at the end of the day, all that is left is wonderment and tiredness, tiredness from being pulled into the convoluted swirl of thoughts, ever expanding, ever thickening...

As the swirl of thoughts becomes denser and denser, one wondersIf the stoic demeanor of the relaxed mind is a sign of contentment or surrender


As the swirl of thoughts becomes denser and denser, one wonders
If the ringing laughter is an indication of a happy heart or an antic of a well-trained actor


As the swirl of thoughts becomes denser and denser, one wonders
If the dream that is the life of your being is just a stubborn retort or is a genuine desire


As the swirl of thoughts becomes denser and denser,one wonders
If the heart brimming over with love is looking for a beloved or is merely craving attention


As the swirl of thoughts becomes denser and denser, one wonders
If the decision is a step in the right direction or a step in the easier direction


And then, just as the swirling being is about to lose its bearings in the wonderment,
Night falls, and finally the being knows one thing for sure, no matter what the Sun will rise again!

~Rishika Sudhir Dhody

Cruelty planned with Love

And on some days, Mr. Hyde wins the battle and the mind laments in vain...

The lonesome star in the pitch black void

It raises you high, so high that it reaches for the skies
and then it makes you fall, so quick that light stands still

It embraces you in its warmth, more warm than a bear’s hug,
and then it drops you into a tub of ice, without a blink of an eye

It makes you laugh, so hard that your sides ache and you forget to breathe,
and then is makes to cry, it makes you sob with such force that all air is knocked out of you

It makes you and then it breaks you and then you close the emotion tap
and then you just pray for the void to come and be swallowed, like you never existed

But then, as though the cruelty was planned with love, you find some joy in your pain,
because you learn to have faith, unfounded faith in the strength to bounce back,
a strange faith that as time passes, the lonesome star in the night sky will turn into the glorious Sun

~Rishika Sudhir Dhody

Turning it inside out

At times, as I look at the mirror, I wonder if the world inside the mirror is the fun-ner twin of our world. And then there are blah days, when my wonder turns into a full blown day-long fantasy, which culminates in these words:

There are absolutely random days, when nothing much happens in the world around, but if the head were turned inside out, the world would have finished five cartwheels on Mars by now.

The trees would shake to shower the inattentive passerby with leaves and twigs, just for giggles and the cars, not to be left behind would learn how to wink and whistle.

The sky would change its color every moment, because the Sun would be amusedly engaged in a game of hide and seek with the merry wind, ruffling the helpless, yet delighted clouds.

The birds would learn to dance to the tune of the wolf’s howl, so at night the moon would come out with popcorn and some coke, to enjoy the wilderness dance carnival.

The hair would learn to fly at will, so humans would have hair covering their faces or just deciding to stand up tall on their head to get a better view of what the front of the head has to offer.

There would be one thing that would stay unchanged, shoe laces will remain as impish as ever untying themselves at the most strategic of moments, leading their owners to kiss the ground in eternal disgrace or maybe gratefulness?

If the head turned inside out, the insanity levels would hit through the roof wouldn’t you take a random insane day in exchange for a blah one, any day?

~Rishika Sudhir Dhody

Rainy Day Reflections

As the wind blows with immense force, and the rain drops descend from the skies above, the content mind wanders into the past and the heart dictates this song...

As I took another step into the wilderness of life,
I learned to accept that not every pursuit has success waiting at its end

As I took another step into the wilderness of life,
I learned that at times embracing failure can begin its transformation into success

As I took another step into the wilderness of life,
I learned that distance breeds pain, but pain makes you stronger

As I took another step into the wilderness of life,
I learned that if I smile all the time, I will start believing in happiness

As I took another step into the wilderness of life,
I learned that success tastes sweet only when it is well-deserved

As I took another step into the wilderness of life,
I learned to decide for myself what matters and, not much does


As I took another step into the wilderness of life,
I learned to embrace challenges, because they are the bread and jam of life

As I took another step into the wilderness of life,
I learned that it is not black, white or brown but it is gray that describes every being’s color

As I took another step into the wilderness of life,
I learned that all it takes is an engaging mind and a warm heart to turn isolation into solitude

As I took another step into the wilderness of life,
I learned that all my strength comes from my parents, who love me more than I can ever love myself

As I took another step into the wilderness of life,
I learned that my sanity comes from the belief that there is some power who knows

As I took another step into the wilderness of life,
I learned that the heart imagines the dream, however wild, and the mind strives to turn it into reality

As I took another step into the wilderness of life,
I learned that the path ahead is twisted and ground beneath my feet is shaky,
But so long as I have a smile on my lips, laughter in my throat, strength and dreams in my heart and sanity in my head,
I can take another step into the wilderness of life...

~Rishika Sudhir Dhody

In the heart of the thunderstorm

When the sky is crowded by clouds, dark and heavy with the promise of rain
There is nowhere that I’d rather be than in the heart of the thunderstorm

When the wind decides to play with all around, trying to lift all above the ground
There is nowhere that I’d rather be than in the heart of the thunderstorm

When the Sun leaves its majestic seat in the sky, for the lightning so blinding
There is nowhere that I’d rather be than in the heart of the thunderstorm

When the wind dances through every crevice on the song of the thunder
There is nowhere that I’d rather be than in the heart of the thunderstorm

When the rain falls down as it races with thunder and lightning
There is nowhere that I’d rather be than in the heart of the thunderstorm

When the leaves get greener and soil gets earthier and the road gets foggier
There is nowhere that I’d rather be than in the heart of the thunderstorm

When the water splashes as another foot and another wheel rapidly filling the puddles
There is nowhere that I’d rather be than in the heart of the thunderstorm

When ambrosia is hot tea and fried food and paradise is the clouded view from the window sill
There is nowhere that I’d rather be than in the heart of the thunderstorm

When the sound of the water pouring down from the skies becomes the favorite lullaby
There is nowhere that I’d rather be than in the heart of the thunderstorm

There is nowhere that I’d rather be than in the heart of the thunderstorm
Because nothing else in the whole wide world can bring as much love, passion, laughter, strength and gratitude as the heart of a thunderstorm...

~Rishika Sudhir Dhody

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