Poem #2 – Ray

Hello everyone! Today’s post is another poem I wrote, entitled, ‘Ray’. It is a poem whose central theme is optimism. Optimism is expressed in the poem at various levels, some evidencing its existence by their inevitability. I will analyse the poem briefly after posting it, but it is open to interpretation and I hope to hear your views and thoughts!


Speckled with dust, the ray shone through,
Vision was bleak; smog merged with fog.
The white, the grey, shrouded the gold,
She smiled.

Yellow kissed the mutinous grey,
Dust fought, empowering the hue.
The day, seemingly night, once again was day,
She smiled.

Butter like light, sharpened to a knife,
Butter fit to cut, the ice?
Transformation yielded by, worthy strife,
She smiled.

As it fell-collapsed and broke,
Butter marked her own on grey.
Vision was clear; light had bespoke.
She smiled.

This poem explores the theme of optimism at various levels. Through the event of daybreak, optimism is expressed since the former is inevitable. Regardless of how cruel the grey smog is, or how cold, the single ray of golden sunlight will reign over the day. The dust in the ray is symbolic of the imperfections within man. However, it is these imperfections, which comprise his holistic being. Optimism is expressed once again, at a more complex level, for it indicates the process of accepting oneself, and using every fibre in the pursuit of happiness. This will eventually lead to the downfall of darkness, and the reign of day. The light, being golden, is analogous to the colour of butter, which is suggestive of timidity. This butter, in the form of a ray, cuts through the cold grey, almost as though it resembles the blade of a knife. In the third stanza, therefore, the timid butter has sharpened itself to a knife and has thus gained the ability to cut through ice, instead of the reversed process. This renders strife useful. Finally, as the smog is shattered, positivity marks the previously negative territory as her own. Vision is cleared, for light has spoken against darkness, indicative of pessimism.

Furthermore, optimism is reinforced throughout the poem, when the witness of the revolutionary ray of light, heralding daybreak, smiles at the end of each stanza. She knows of the inevitability of daybreak, and smiles at the progress it continues to make. Therefore, this indicates that optimism lies in the heart of every individual, and it is his choice whether he smiles, or merely witnesses the events around him.

That was the brief analysis of the poem, ‘Ray’. I hope you enjoyed the poem, and that it has sparked, or strengthened your sense of optimism. Please do leave your comments, and have a wonderful week!

See you soon,





The Power Of Will

Hello Everyone! Today’s post can be categorised as a chapter out of my life. It has the essence of fantasy with a, ‘happy ending’. I hope you enjoy it!


Have you ever noticed the things around you? There are so many different ways to perceive everything, everyone and every situation. There was one point in my life when I chose, subconsciously, to perceive the world as a regressive prison intent on tying massive weights to my feet. My own room, where I had grown up, which had been my sanctuary and place of utmost comfort felt like a toxic prison. Every time I looked at my laptop, books, mobile phone, and even a pen, I was reminded of the one apparent demon in my life: the future. I detested my situation. My blessings, values, and perception of beauty faded into the background. I had reached a level where I felt absolutely worthless, and my self-esteem plunged deeper than it ever had. The fear of my future, and how I matched up to others began to consume my entire being, and before I could fathom my present state of mind, I was reduced to a teary mass of dread.

Needless to say, I was miserable in the bed of thorns I had made for myself. I saw no escape except willing myself to wake up every morning and will myself to confidence. It was, however a failed attempt.

But the question you are probably asking yourself, is that if it was a failed attempt, why am I referring to my misery in the past tense?

Well, the answer is simple. Despite the fact that every time I failed to shrug off the bricks seemingly attached to my shoulders, today, I feel as though I have reunited with myself. The vibrancy I believed I possess has been restored. The bricks have fallen to the ground and are now too heavy for me to lift. I do not know exactly how I succeeded in finally finding the will to be happy again, and truly appreciate the beauty of life once more, but I do know that I managed to accomplish this, merely because I finally, earnestly, wanted to.

I finally felt the urgent desire to be happy again. I felt the desire to perceive my room as, “mine”, again, instead of a confined and regressive environment. I felt the beauty of nature in her peppermint breeze, and crisp morning. I drank a cup of hot chocolate and enjoyed the sanctity of the activity after months of merely swallowing the drink without relishing its taste. I felt alive once more. I heard my instincts cry out to me with mirth and laughed with a genuine gaiety.

Happiness truly is a state of mind. It seemed nearly impossible to implement this statement, despite the fact that I had successfully done it in the past. However, if your will is strong, and arises from the heart, no force on Earth can stop you from achieving your goal, with a permanent smile on your face.

The power of will is a strong, and deceptively elusive force. When it is harnessed, it reaps spectacular results. It gives you the belief and faith in the fact that every tunnel shrouded in darkness has a light at the end of its long path. But, do you want to find this light?

With even an iota of doubt in answering this question in the affirmative, will might elude you. But, it is your choice. If you truly, sincerely, want to find the divine light, will shall be as loyal to you as the pen is to the fingers that use it.

– MayaSoul

Lemons and Strawberries

Hello everyone!

This is a post intended for pleasant, feather-light reading. It is a humorous piece about life in general. It addresses, analogically, the course of life. The ideas expressed in this post are some that have kept me afloat in the most difficult times in my life. I hope you enjoy it, and that it puts a smile on your face!

 In simple language, allow me to take you through the brief episode in the life of a fictional child who is constantly attacked by lemons as he walks the journey of life.

When life used to throw lemons at my face, I used to cry because their juice would sting my eyes. But soon, I became immune to the burn, and even learnt to catch the fruit before it hit my face. After catching it, I would squeeze it; squeeze out the seeds, and make a refreshing glass of lemonade.

However, after a while the offending lemons understood my clever methods of evasion, and learnt a new strategy. They began flinging themselves at my back! Now that hurt too. Because the back is a larger target, multiple lemons were thrown at me simultaneously. They also took advantage of the fact that my back was not visible to me so I could not even prepare for an attack. But you would be thinking, at least I managed to rid myself of the burning eyes. Unfortunately, this did not happen. You see, whenever I cleaned my back and washed my hands after, they continued to remain sour. Thus, whenever I rubbed my eyes, they burnt again! Now it is absolutely ludicrous to wear gloves for the entirety of one’s life. So I had to think of a method to stop my eyes from stinging every time I touched them. I thought long and hard for a solution to my odd predicament, while the firing of lemons never ceased.

Soon, I got the perfect idea! “Always keep strawberries in your bag”. This way, whenever a lemon comes hurling at me, I can clean up its remnants, and then immediately eat a strawberry. Therefore, whenever I wash my hands, the sour lemon juice will be overridden by the sweet strawberry juice!

Because I cannot possibly stop the lemons from firing themselves at me, I simply have to find a way to be ignorant of the attack. Regardless of what I do to stop them, they will always devise a new strategy to come hurling at me. So I simply have to continue walking, and make sure I never forget my strawberries.

-The End-

So that was a short piece on what the picture of life usually looks like. The central theme is the mere fact that neither is life devoid of obstacles, and nor can one eliminate them. One simply has to find a way to overcome them, and in the process, make sure that his eyes are not suffering, lest his vision be impaired.

I hope you enjoyed reading this short piece about vindictive fruits and the symbols they are representative of. However, it is definitely open to interpretation and I look forward to hearing your views!

See you soon,





Poetry – Robert Frost

But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.

– Robert Lee Frost (Come In)

Robert Lee Frost, one of the most acclaimed poets of the 20th century, the recipient of four Pulitzer Prizes has captivated the attention of several readers, including the Late John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

Frost was one of the many poets to incorporate the elements of nature into his poetry. Unlike his predecessors such as William Wordsworth and John Keats however, Frost undertook a very unique approach to nature. Wordsworth spiritualised nature, often attributing to her, divine qualities, while Keats eulogised the beauty of nature. However Frost viewed nature as a mysterious force, with the power to enchant it’s beholder, which could result in dangerous consequences.

All these poets had immense reverence for nature. Their approach to her, however, differed.

In my opinion, Frost viewed nature as an interlude from reality. A mere moment in her presence was blissful. He needed no human company to be satiated in the presence of nature; It was a mesmerising force, which presented joy, alongside solitude. But the irony lies in the fact that despite being alone, Frost felt complete.

“Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away”

– A Prayer In Spring

The above lines from, ‘A Prayer In Spring’ by Frost ascertain the fact that nature was his only true companion. He was independent of the happiness one often obtains from another being.

Thus, in a way, Frost identified with nature. Just as he needed no company to be satiated in her presence, she needs no beholder who is mesmerised by her glory. This is the one aspect about Frost’s poetry that appeals to me most; the fact that he was complete within himself and nature.

– MayaSoul

Book Review #1

Hello Everyone!

Today’s post is a book review on a book I finished a few days ago: Memoirs Of A Geisha, by Arthur Golden. One of the bestselling novels that captivated the minds of most readers making it almost impossible to put down. The temptation to continue turning the page until one reaches the end is compelling. Golden has, in my opinion, successfully captured the essence of the mysteriously assiduous life of a geisha in Japan in the 1920s and 1930s.

I completed the book in four days. The book elicits from the reader a pleading sympathy tinged with happiness for the protagonist, for despite the fact that she leads a dictated life, she succeeds in her field. It gives you an insight into the elusive lives of geisha in Japan. After reading Memoirs Of A Geisha the reader is impelled to acknowledge a certain degree of respect for these women who sacrifice their hopes, desires, and dreams. The book leaves a lasting impact on not only the mind, but also the conscience of the reader. One cannot bear to look up at the stark white paint on the face of a geisha in his mind’s eye and not feel respect.

The description of the protagonist, Nitta Sayuri’s eyes, coincides with the theme of the novel, contributing to it’s compelling nature. It tells the story of one of the greatest geisha of Japan, from her own perspective, vividly describing the slavery, humiliation, and steep ascent to success before and after The Second World War.

Memoirs Of A Geisha is definitely a must read and has earned it’s status as one of the most beautiful books the world has seen.

See you soon,