I’m not here to make cringe content. I’m not good at dancing, and I’m not chasing trends. I am here to talk about something very close to my heart: the sweet spot where spirituality meets science. Lately, I have been fascinated by how modern science is finally catching up to what ancient wisdom has said…
Author: The Feeling Called Life
The Parable of the Second Arrow: Why You Choose Your Suffering
A viewer named Moxo recently asked me a very pertinent question: “If we are spiritually informed , if we know we are part of a collective consciousness , why do we still feel sad?” It is a paradox, isn’t it? You know the spiritual truth, yet you still suffer. To answer this, I want to…
The 5 Pages of Inadequacy: A Journaling Practice to Uncover Your Happiness
Shubham | The feeling called life If we go to the very root of it, where does unhappiness stem from? In my personal experience, all the times I felt unhappy, it was either because I was not happy with the situation I was in, or I was looking around the world and comparing myself. We…
Saga of the black sheep.
I have been told,That I am the black sheep I have been told,I am different, in the fleet. Is different wrong, If different was wrong then how would it be different. How would anything be? Only the multiple rehashed versions of the same blandness. White is a colour,And also absence of it. How would there…
The stories from the Pine.
The tall trees raise their brow,As if they are witnessing the show. Needle like leaves,Swaying in tandem, The winds jolting,And stopping at random. The fruits seated comfortable in ground,Done and dusted,Like they have had their round, Of highs and applause,Of the sway and pause, Content and tanned,Its been a lifetime. Running their errandsAnd playing the…
Scent of a book.
Escape my heart and put it into a cover. Dress it with words and marinate it with some nice shelf. Into some hands, now I look good too. I am now everything that you’ve got to do. Give me some eyes and I am ready to blink, Flipping pages, Touching the ink, Paint me the…
Concentrics
We live in concentrics. Revolving around. Shifting orbits. Ageing towards mortality. Shifting jobs, shuffling peeps. Getting into the shit deep, And calling it quantum leaps. If you would ever know, That the end was the start, And the start would have an end It’s not that you ask to stop the show any soon, It’s…
Its Spring
The spring is almost here. Nature thrives in beautiful manifestations. We witness the magic happen and invite you for the treat. The rhythm divine. Seasons are the symphony, Nature orchestrating, In Bud and Roots. With sparrows taking the vocal, Mother plays the flute. Beethoven inspired, Shakespeare dressed the words. The rhythm from Hosier, Was the…
The wood and stones.
I was lying by the river, The stone said to the wood. And I had seen you there since I was born. Said the wood to the stone. So lucky to have you throughout my life. Meh! I saw many. Said the stone. Well, it’s better than being by the river. I had my folks…
You.
Lost in your own head, a melody plays. Sometimes you’ve heard it before, sometimes it just sways The would be’s delight you, And the yellow on the cheeks brights The arms spread wide, Welcoming the world Gliding light. Here I come. The cold wind welcomes. You You, who is complete Sunshine marinated with love. You…







