Nothing!

Who am I?
Why am I here?
What am I doing?

Why am I not someone else?
Why am I not somewhere else?
Why am I not doing something else?

Could I have been someone else?
Could I have been somewhere else?
Could I be doing something else?

Would I want to be someone else?
Would I want to be somewhere else?
Would I be doing something else?

Being myself is being nothing
Being here is being nothing
Doing this is doing nothing

I am nothing
I am nowhere
I am not!

People. Life. And Me

I have met so many people in my life. Some became friends. I have made few friends in my life and have lost few too, one by one. They came and they went, at the same pace. This transaction still continues. I believe lot of new people will come into my life and they will walk away, too. That's what people do. But I am lucky that these were the good people, these were the best souls one can come across.

But, I need something to stay. There is nothing to stay. Or there is?

Books. They are my best friends. They have not chosen to walk out of my life. They have not chosen to be read by someone else and not me. They have not told me that they have found a better reader than I was, or I would be.

A man who has not been loved, who cannot be loved, should not be loved!

And this is the way I am going to live my life.

The Drops!

we are all drops
for a romantic is a drop of rain
for a worker
its a drop of sweat
for a loner
its a drop of tear
for a mother
its a drop of milk
for a soldier
its a drop of blood
for me
its just a drop

we, wanting to be oceans
always remain drops
scattered here and there..
All over


Swapnil

It is all a falacy

How long can we pretend that we are happy,
when we are not. More than half our life we live
in a world which is non existant, a world where
we think life just goes by and we walk along with it.
Don't we all just go by the tide and refuse to just
face it head on because of the fear of hurting others.
It is all a falacy, a lie, how do we define happiness,
Is it the present moment, is it the past or the future?
We all have different excuses to be happy,
But at the end, one who makes the difference
Is the one who is being true to himself/herself
Why do we love to be in a world where life just
means existing, sustaining, being alive.
Do we ever ask ourselves "Hey, how are you today"
We know we do it to everyone we meet everyday
Life is a falacy and we live through it all the years we survive
Can't we be a bit better than that?

I am nobody.

I am nobody.
I am nowhere.
I am never.
So are you.

Life is a journey,
I am a traveler.
There is no destination,
there is no place to start
there no space to reach.
I am like a drop of rain
that exists only during the journey
from clouds towards the ground.
And then there is no existence,
there is no I.



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