The Wall

For today’s post, let me begin by asking you one question: have you ever faced a wall?

You stand there, facing the tall, bricked monstrosity, opaque as the tar on the concrete road. It’s a dead-end. A way The Universe seems to tell you – you can’t go any further. This is your stop; The Wall.

You hear these words in your mind, really there’s no one else speaking, and you feel low. There’s no other way to put it. A pit forms in the bottom of your stomach and you sink because you never thought you would have to stop at this obnoxious wall! It’s a terrible feeling; defeat. You had anticipated walking a certain distance, and the perfect impediment to deter you from doing that, is none other than the mighty Universe telling you to stop, and sit down.

But in your heart, you don’t want to sit down. It wouldn’t feel right. You want to walk the path that’s currently blocked by that wall. You want to. You want to, so desperately, that the dejection gives way to anger.

You’re angry with The Universe for telling you to stop when you know the path ahead is beautiful. And you want to experience that beauty. So you push. You push the wall once, and you push again.

You push it a third time. It doesn’t budge.It’s a brick wall! Humans can’t move brick walls! You’re tired of pushing and bruised from the falls. But you know what lies beyond is beautiful. You know it in your heart, and you want desperately, to experience it. So you stand up, and you push the wall again.

It’s not moved. You’re just exhausted by repeated defeat. The pit in your stomach seems to grow slightly, and you hate that feeling. You don’t want to live with it. So once more, this time, simply to fill that pit and make it right, you push the wall again with all the might your body can muster.

It shatters.

But how? Humans cannot break brick walls! When these pieces fall, and you step over them, you see, that they were not brick at all. They were clay, painted the colour of bricks by The Universe. All you had to do was push it hard enough, enough.

Once you get to the other side, you’re relieved; relieved to be able to fill that pit in your stomach, and do the right thing by completing your journey. You feel thankful, for The Universe placed the beguiling clay as an impediment to make you believe that you were strong enough, and perseverant enough, to shatter it.

But you made that choice. You placed the desire to experience the journey ahead, before the acceptance of defeat. The Universe merely presented you with a scenario, and you chose to break through it. You feel good about that. And this prompts you to enjoy your journey – not struggle to complete it.

But no journey can be entirely free of struggle. You did get bruised by the constant pushing of the wall. You did use every fibre of your being to break it down. But you’re enjoying your journey!

How? Simply because you are now subconsciously turning every successive hurdle into an opportunity to grow stronger, and in the process, happier. The Universe wanted you to see that you have so much more potential than you allow yourself to believe. When you admit defeat, your mind tells you that you’ve burnt out. But when you surpass it, your heart tells you to carry on – because that’s what you really love: the journey of life.

– MayaSoul



That Obstacle

Life goes on doesn’t it?

It’s like playing a video game. You start slow, wary, and cautious. Then you encounter your first bump. You jump it and the pace accelerates. Soon the next bump comes along – it’s a bigger one and you may crash. So you restart the game, and are now prepared for the bigger bump, so you clear it.

You know what’s in store for you. You’ve learnt to tackle it. That’s when your confidence builds and you’re more self-assured. But what happens then? What happens after you think you’ve crossed the hurdle? Well, you have crossed it. You have every reason to feel you are experienced now – you are. But the game’s not over yet. The bumps only get bigger, and you need to tackle each one.

But that’s life. It’s full of challenges you need to overcome. This is my question, however; yes there are successive obstacles occupying your path, but is each one of them of the same nature?

If you learn to tackle adversity in one form and it comes back in another form, you’re as inexperienced as you were before. That’s an inevitable implication. But why then, do we sometimes get pushed down by the same obstacle? Is it because it hits you harder each time? I suppose it does.

I thought I was experienced enough never to get hurt by the same arrow again. But I was wrong. It did hit me a second time. Why did this happen? Maybe I didn’t really learn the first time. But life’s sequence of events gave me an alternative opinion; I thought I was clear of that particular arrow. But that opinion was wrong. I struggled again to tackle the very thing I thought I had learned to overpower.

I suppose this answers only one question. One can only consider himself experienced enough to overcome a particular kind of adversity, if he fights it with every fibre of his being. Else, it will return to test the remaining courage. It will return to ensure one has really learned to fight it. Only when there is no strength left to fight, will it subside. That is what life does, doesn’t it – it compels one to fight.

– MayaSoul

Poem #7: Tranquility

Hello everyone! Today’s post is another poem. However, for the first time, I will not be attaching an analysis below. The poem is open to interpretation, and I welcome different perspectives!


It glistens with a sheen as clear as crystal.
A blue, with a hue of transparent silver.

A ripple formed with noiseless grace-
A spring.

The tree as soft as fir absorbing the sun,
A ring of green towers, reflected in crystal-
They smile.

Wisdom flows from the snow on it’s peaks,
Time embeds in them, the purity I seek.
Tall they stand, approving they bless.
Regally strong-
Used as grace.

Nestled amidst green and white,
Sheltered by the bluest sky,

Tranquility; it spelt.

I saw the darkness.
The stronger it grew,
The larger it loomed.

Touched when it did my skin,
Escape I did to tranquility.

An oasis of healing-
An oasis of catharsis.

Tranquility grew with ageing time.
The oasis in the darkness,
Cleanse it did;
Darkness itself.

– MayaSoul


I’m sure everyone has found themselves stranded before crossroads at some point in their life. Has such a situation ever arisen, when one path seems more appealing than the other; yet you find yourself following the latter? It definitely has occurred with me.

Several times, instinct has pointed in me in one direction, yet I have chosen the other. Sometimes, expectations guide that choice. The fear of being a misfit if I follow the route dictated by instinct is sometimes overwhelming.

However, such a situation has a plausible solution: Have confidence in your choices. If I do so, expectations fail to govern my choices. If this happens, the crisis of incorrect choices is averted.

The fear, however, arises when I refuse to follow my instinct despite the lack of expectations. It is my mind that makes its own choices, without paying heed to that restraining voice. I know I am making the wrong decision, yet I make it. I am quite sure of the regret that will follow, yet I allow it.

Why does this happen? I suppose we make this decision on an ill-informed whim. The question that arises next, is if we do know better, why is such a whim elicited? Is it a test for whether we make the right decision? Or is it merely a method to bring in more clarity to our conscience’s voice? When I act on this whim, I fail the test. My conscience subsides and the ramifications of my actions present themselves.

At this point, I find myself thinking of the crossroads and how I should have taken the other path. The fear of society dissolves and a challenge takes its place. It is not really society one has to stand up to; it is one’s own temptations.

– MayaSoul


We sometimes search the entire universe, and more (which is what the brain is) for the one precise answer. This is probably the reason why that answer hides in plain sight.

I went on holiday to the hills, hoping the scenery would provide an opportunity to reflect – plenty of idle time. I was hoping the lap of nature would manifest the answers I wanted. I thought I needed to breathe a different air to find what I was looking for. The city seemed to have congested my mind, which was yearning for only a sliver of solace.

I needed answers to all of life’s, ‘extremely pertinent questions’, concerning the universe and my place in it. At the time, these impertinent questions did seem to be the key to every problem I had ever faced. So I searched my brain and probed its thoughts. The answer was infuriatingly non-existent.

The reason – I was searching in the wrong place. I didn’t need nature’s nest to think. The very fact that I thought I needed it meant I had already done my fair share of thinking.

The answer was the solution to all of life’s perplexities – to refrain from thinking more than I needed to. I needed just one more thing to find the coveted answer – the will to stop thinking. I needed to forget the thoughts I was pondering on.

It’s ironic. The very objective of my holiday was to analyse every facet of my thinking brain, but to arrive at a conclusion, I had to stop thinking. So I did, and I found my answer.

– MayaSoul

Poem #6 – Moment

Hello everyone! This is another poem, with a brief analysis below. Interpretations of the same are welcome!


A fleeting hope,
Flimsy as a petal.

An earnest smile,
Wide as the ocean.

A twinkling eye,
Bright as a lone star.

A ray of light,
Thin as the grass.

A moment of joy,
So small,
So fleeting,

So small,
Yet so bright.
Thus so powerful.

What more remains
To be found?
Peace having kissed,
Already my being?

Persists only that,
Quest to perpetuate
That moment
Of fragrant joy.

The poem describes a single moment, characterised by the events in the first four couplets. The magnitude of each event is portrayed by the simile it is related to. The moment is wrought with a feeling of hope; as delicate as the petals of a flower, a smile as wide as the ocean, and an eye that twinkles with the same brightness as a lone star. Such a star does not shed large amounts of light, however it stands bright against the night sky. Thus, is is only as bright as it can be on its own. The moment described causes the beholder to comprehend a narrow ray of light, as thin as the grass.

This moment is so small, and so transient, that the beholder begins to doubt its very existence. It seems as though it were only an illusion, distinct from reality. However, as the similes serve to express, this short moment of peace, can elicit feelings of joy with tremendous magnitude in the beholder. If such joy can be felt, it follows that said moment cannot be illusory. Furthermore, due to the small size of the moment, the fact that the peace it elicits exceeds the length of the moment by a tremendous amount evidences the power the smallest moment of joy possesses.

The narrator then expresses that he need not look further for the happiness one is always on a quest to find. Even though the happiness and peace merely kissed the narrator for the smallest moment of time, the latter has felt its presence. Thus, the feeling he had been hoping to attain has been found. Now, the only quest that persists, is to turn the fleeting nature of this moment of joy into a permanent one. It is then, that the sweet fragrance of joy he felt in only one moment of time, will cease to be a mere revelation. It will then become the nature of his life.

Therefore, the poem emphasises, that joy exists; even in the smallest of moments. It is so pure, and so powerful, that even such a short moment cannot dilute it.

– MayaSoul

Book Review #5

Hello everyone! Today’s post is a review of the book, The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCullough.

Meghann Cleary – Was her life tragic, circumstantial, or blessed?

The Thorn Birds enraptures the reader, forcing him to question why one goes through, what one does in life.

Uprooted from her home in New Zealand, forced to live as the lone girl among several brothers, Meggie Cleary’s life has been nothing short of captivating. It is this life, The Thorn Birds embarks on.

McCullough takes the reader on a journey beginning with the struggles of preschool, the tears of tragedy, and the flood of love. Defying convention is a sin, but what choice has one, when love is causal of this sin? This is the journey of Meggie’s life, and as she faces one obstacle after another, the reader’s empathy grows exponentially.

The Thorn Birds is a tale of love, heart-break, and experience, as the reader gains insights into the life of Meggie and her family as they live in the Australian Outback. The reader explores Meggie’s  life as a child, a teenager, and finally as a woman. She encounters the struggles of love, loss, and convention with a gusto the reader is forced to feel. He is forced to ask, “Is love a sin?”

Once you read the first page, the spellbinding essence of the book carries you to the tragic conclusion. But, there can be joy in tragedy – this is the message of The Thorn Birds.

Why does the thorn bird sing as it dies? Why does it inject in itself the thorn, knowing the fatal outcome? And why does the world still to listen to its song? Are human beings the same? Do we hurt ourselves despite better knowledge? But if we do, it is then that we sing the most beautiful song. Why?

The Thorn Birds is a manifestation of this very song. it is that of a woman, who endures all she can. The reader thus marvels at her life; the novel; which bears the essence of love, loss, and triumph.

– MayaSoul