From the start
There is something we must do.
School, homework, practice
Then work, bills, house
Family, kids
Make everyone else happy
Fulfill other obligations
Beware what others are saying
Make it all perfect

You never stop
and wonder
Are you happy?
Do you wish to do it?
You grew up
Trying to please others.
It’s part of your character.
But you’re unhappy
Scared to do something
Something you know will fulfill you.

But why?

Life passes by
and you
just stand
of how little time you have.
You are busy
with duties
And you don’t stop
and think
about your inner peace,
inner wants
and needs.

But rush
to please others
as life
passes you by.


Starry Night

Her eyes
reflect the ocean of stars.
Her mind
traveled with speed of light
through galaxies.

Judged by others as clueless
insecure, shy, lost
because of her imagination.
She didn’t care
they didn’t know why.
They never asked.

by those she thought
would take care of her,
she used the only
tool she had
To escape.

Her soul heard her.
Understood her.
So it let her wander through galaxies.
It allowed her escape from ugliness,
from pain.
She saw more world than others
could even imagine.
Even though
she was dead inside.


We look for perfection
Without realizing we already
Have it all around us.
The air we breathe,
Birds we see,
The Sun that shines
And the Moon that glows.
One just needs
To sit, relax, breathe.
That is when
Nature speaks the loudest to us.
When we are just by ourselves
And we let
Our thoughts to wander
And explore.
We experience harmony

We are too busy for that.
Work, family, bills, problems.
Frustration, anger, sadness.
All messing up our time
With Nature.
With Perfection.

Our Foolishness

We start young,



Clueless about the world.

As we grow,

We experience pain,




Happiness, yet

We are still clueless about the world.

We pretend we know,

We’re adults now,

Responsible parents,

Serious business people,

But inside, our soul knows we’re not.

We’re still young, scared, lost.

Trying to hide our insecurities and ignorance.

We pretend we know it all.

We have it all.

Until Death knocks on our door.

Then we realize

We don’t know.

We never knew. We pretended.

Our Ego took the lead.

Only at our deathbed does our soul

Finally take over

And we can rest in peace,

Wherever that may be.

New Adventure

“I am going to Nepal!” I exclaimed. My family just looked at me and said nothing. I think they didn’t really know what to say. Honestly, what do you say when your 20-year-old child says they are going to Nepal. Nothing, I guess. They are used to my new wishes and desires as I change them quite often. I guess they didn’t think I was serious about this, but I really am.
I already booked a plane ticket, packed my bags and I am ready to go. I didn’t want to say anything to my parents until the last minute because they are known for finding the travel plans. I saved some money by working over the summer and I decided to go to Nepal for 14 days. I am travelling with Qatar Airways to Kathmandu, where I will spend 2 or 3 days and then I will see where I want to go. I haven’t really planned where to go and what places to see so I will just go wherever. I am so excited. I can feel my heart racing and my palms getting sweaty. I wanted to visit Nepal since I first saw a travelling commercial about it 5 or 6 years ago.

I said goodbye to my parents and went through a security check. I am finally on my way.

As soon as I arrived, I was hit with different smells, colors, voices, languages, and people. It was a nice and sunny day, a perfect day to explore. I had to take a small bus from the airport to the city itself, but it gave me a chance to rest a bit and enjoy the nature. I brought two small bags, so it wasn’t to hard to walk around the city on my first day. I still have to find a place to stay for the next few days.
I noticed there are a lot of places one can eat at, so I decided to get some food as I was starving. It was a weird looking meal with a lot of yellow, orange and brown colors, but the food was delicious.
I kept on walking and saw a small hotel sign. I decided it was time to take a break as I was exhausted. I entered and an old lady invited me in. we greeted each other and I booked a small single-bed room. I went upstairs and unlocked my room. It was pretty small but seemed cozy and clean. I started unpacking when someone knocked on my door. A small boy, probably 10 or 11, was standing in front of me. He looked scared. “Hi, are you ok?’ I said. He didn’t say anything. He gave me an envelope and ran away. I closed the door and opened the envelope. It read:
Strangers are not welcome here. They don’t know what happens here.
They don’t understand. It is safer if you go home.

“Well, that’s a cliché.” In every movie you have a scene like this. A stranger comes to a place and gets a warning that he or she should leave. I always found it stupid. I will just ignore this. I came her for 2 weeks and that is how long I plan on staying. This is just a prank by the owner of the hotel.

I brushed my teeth and went to sleep. I need to wake up early to see as much as I can. I can finally explore the city.

Downstairs, in the lobby, an older man and a woman sat in their chairs.
“Looks like she didn’t take the warning seriously. Told you that won’t work” the lady said in a low, hoarse voice.
“Well, I guess she will see for herself then. This place isn’t for everybody. And it is not up to us to force her to go. She will see enough in the next few days.” The older man said. The lights in the lobby flickered.
“I think it is time for us to go.” As they neared an exit, the lady looked back. The lobby looked spooky and dark, unlike its usual colorful and open look. She felt her heart race. She was ready to run from this place. I hope He won’t do anything to the girl. She seemed nice. Hopefully, he will see that too. With hat last thought, she turned and walked onto a street. The girl was left alone in a hotel.

PS: I hope no one will feel offended that I am portraying Nepal like this. It is not my personal opinion and I just wrote this as a short story, nothing more. I hope you enjoyed the story.

Romantic in her Heart

A boy broke her heart. She like him, he liker her. But, not in the same way. He liked her just a bit, like a casual crush. She liked him more, like a potential boyfriend way. He talked to other girls, she talked to him. She felt guilty if she talked to other guys. She would stop it at the beginning, thinking of him.
Now, he doesn’t text her anymore. He doesn’t ask to hang out.

She is distressed, confused, doesn’t understand what this means. Did he find someone else? then what about all the times they hung out? Was it for nothing?
Romantic in her heart, once she allows herself to like someone, she develops feelings quickly. She ignores and finds excuses for his slip ups and thinks too much of the little things he does.

Now, she had all these feelings for him and doesn’t know what to do with them. Could she really develop such feelings so quickly? In a world where everyone has been telling her to be careful, not to trust anyone, to think before she acts, she finally allowed herself to like someone, but she got hurt. She finally thought she could be herself with him, tell him about her day, relax and laugh with him. She had all these ideas, but now she has to give up on them. She is really hurt but keeps on going like nothing happened.

She keeps telling herself she was stupid to think so much ahead, to develop feelings, to think about him, but there was nothing she could do. She is a romantic in her heart after all.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost


Exploring is
part of one’s soul.
An adventurer
has no other choice but
to travel.
His soul forces him to travel.
He seeks the unknown.
She takes the path with no footprints.
they create harmony.
they feel fulfilled.
They feel at peace.

It is a gift to have such a soul,
a soul that only rests
when exploring new places,
a soul that only is at ease
when her legs hurt from miles
and miles
it took just to see
something new.

To have such a soul
is both
a blessing
and a curse.
To have such a soul
that never rests
but always travels.


She ventured
into the unknown.
Unknown country
unknown city
unknown people.
She felt alone.
She came to explore,
to see,
to experience.
So she stayed.
She was brave.
She was strong.
She was alone.

she enjoyed it.
It gave her strength, power
to be whatever
wanted to be.
No rules.
No limitations.
Just freedom.

No one knew her,
so she could be her true self.


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