That Rotten Egg

It’s true. Freedom does lie beyond fear. Fear looks like a tall giant with the core of a rotten egg. It smells as bad as the same, and as powerful. It disseminates itself to every corner of the territory it has just invaded, blinding, or rather choking that territory’s original inhabitants. This giant is true to its name – it’s so big that there is no space for it to have a home of its own. It has no choice but to invade. In other words, it is homeless. It’s vulnerable, and has no place to go except where it is accepted.

The choice, then lies with the residents of the territory Fear sets its eyes on. I do understand, however that fear can sometimes be so imposing and large (it is a giant after all), that turning a blind eye to it proves to be difficult. Every time I have looked it in the eye, it has done the same to me. Instead of looking at my eyes, however, it bore a hole through them, and walked straight inside without any form of invitation. It invaded my mind. It’s baffling how something so large could possibly fit in my brain though. All I can remember from that time is its presence. Every nerve that transmitted messages did so to the fear that now resided in my brain. I was the victim of this loud, large, and obnoxiously rude ‘giant’ that somehow managed to live in a territory much smaller that itself.

If this creature can sustain itself in a place where it can seemingly not even fit, the alternative conclusion would be that it isn’t really as big as it seems. It spreads itself everywhere at the same time though. How would that be possible? Well, it does have a powerful smell. I would not be questioning any of this, had I not experienced this paradox associated with fear myself. The only way to the freedom that lies beyond fear really is through it. This still does not answer how fear is able to spread itself out so well though. It does the task as efficiently as one would want it not to.

One probable answer could be that fear, when it takes over the victim’s mind, is not only demanding room to stay, but also nourishment.

If the fear is unable to look away from, and it somehow manages to enter one’s mind, the only way to let go of it is to starve it. To refrain from taking any pity on an unwanted guest. Give it no attention, and no reason to stay. When it gets no returns, it will lose the power with which it has inflated itself , and go back to being exactly what it is: the equivalent of a rotten egg. The key to turning it away, however, is to recognize its smell and disallow it from choking you. In turn, the key I have found to doing this is nothing but faith in the key to turning it away. 🙂

See you soon,




A Reason for Literature

Why does one read literature? Why is it written in the first place? If fiction is not real, can it have any immediate significance to one’s life? In short, what is the point of literature?

Here’s the paradox. There is no one point. There’s a nebulous cloud of reasons, which hovers around literature and its purpose, with each reason addressing one tangible point of literature, without being a tangible in itself. A blend of all these intangibles together constitute what literature means to its reader.

If one considers fiction, the texts encompass events that relate to those that possibly take place in the life of the writers or in their immediate environment. This makes it exclusively significant to the writer. Fiction could also be sparked off by a small thread of inspiration that the writer may have chanced upon. It may have absolutely no direct connection with the life of the writer. In this situation, it may be relevant not even to the writer. Who is it relevant to, if at all this piece of literature is relevant? What is the purpose of its creation except the temporary amusement of the one writing it? It doesn’t help solve any immediate questions facing the world. It’s fiction after all! It doesn’t really exist.

However, there is a nebulous cloud of reason that exists. How does one tap into this reason, and express it specific terms? It is possible. It’s not easy, neither is it exhaustive, but is possible to connect some of the things one reads merely for pleasure or amusement with immediate questions, thus in the process, connect the former with solutions to said questions.

When a text is written, and is written for the sole purpose of being written, it bears one core quality: passion. It bears the essence of the deepest facet of human nature, which is the root of reason for choice. Without passion, choice is dry, and sometimes even redundant. It takes you on a journey of passion, grasping concepts only the heart can understand. The only way the mind can comprehend the reasons why a detective can solve the most puzzling cases in a matter of minutes, or why a mere man unable to decide which road to take is so profound, is because both situations possess passion, which appeals to the heart. This, in turn, expands the growth of passion through the mind.

When I read fiction, I learn. I learn not only the facts presented, but I learn things about myself I would never have imagined existed. Perspectives on immediate question in my life expand, I see things beneath the surface of what is presented in something explicitly real. By glimpsing what lies beneath, aren’t you able to see what makes the surface? You are finally able to see, ‘why’. And this, ‘why’, is nebulous. It is subjective, and may not always be quantified. But when understood, it is as clear as an objective fact. In this case, nothing can dispute it. Nothing can be said that would in any way dilute your understanding of the situation for which you have found the reason for, ‘why’.

This is why we write, and love to do so. It clarifies, without actually trying to, the questions that never cease. And it does so with a character of passion.

All my love,


A Moment Out Of Reality

Life is real. That’s why you’re being able to read this right now. And from a realistic point of view, it’s nothing short of a speeding car racing by; giving you hardly any time to photograph any of the scenery you pass. That’s the way it is, and it can’t be changed. Time never waits. It keeps moving on, which is something if not embraced, runs the risk of leaving you behind.

But there are ways to capture scenery. There are several ways, in fact. All you have to do is stop. Sometimes, you have to force yourself to stop. You have to stop thinking, trying, talking, running, chasing, and wishing. I won’t deny that takes an immense amount of effort. The fear of being left behind is significant, and if manifested, can provoke disappointment.

Yes, it’s a fast-paced life. Yes, it doesn’t stop, and neither does anyone else. But that’s what makes it the ideal situation. That is what makes it the ideal opportunity to value one, short, and physically fleeting moment more. This is the moment when you stop. You stop to admire the view from where you’ve reached. Sure, you’ve got a long way to go. That never changes. There are plenty of steps you still have to climb. But isn’t that what life is? A constant ascension to the destination you hope to reach?

Now ask yourself this; if it’s constant, it’s not going to change. You will not stop moving. But you will pass by several instances which you do not know if will repeat themselves. Is it not worth it to stop, and absorb some of them as you continue to make your way up? Enjoy a cup of coffee without thinking of tomorrow, or even of the next few hours. Live in the now. Take a moment and forget how far you’ve come, and how far you still need to go. In that moment, just think that you are where you are supposed to be, and find the element of beauty in that moment. Life won’t seem as fast any more, for it won’t be so in that moment. It will be at the very pace you want it to be at. You will begin to take control of your life, rather than life taking control of you. You will, in the process, inevitably, make life as happy as you want to be. Preoccupations will cease to exist in that moment. Any obligation you may have for the future, will reduce itself to routine, for are you not in control of it? Are you not enjoying the view from your standpoint? You know you are here, and you are so happy, that when tomorrow comes, it shall pass in the bliss of today’s bliss. Before you know it, you will be admiring a different, but equally fulfilling view.

It’s what makes the climb worth it.

See you soon,


Why People?

People come and they go. That’s one of the constants of life; the constant flow of people one meets at different stages. Some stay, and some don’t. I suppose this knowledge is quite common. It reminds me of the fact that every moment, regardless of who I share it with, is transient. It’s impermanent.

This thought often worries me as well. I fear that if people are only meant to be a part of fleeting moments, why do we live in society? Why do we crave human company? I am able to find contentment in solitude, fulfillment even, but I do not live by myself. I live in a society which comprises a host of different people, each of whom bring to the table their own, unique persona. As I write this right now, it would be wrong to claim that the thought does not have an effect on me. It does cause a certain degree of anxiety. for it triggers the thought of having to live with said people, and find the same degree of contentment I would on my own. This is difficult. If I could find contentment on my own, and if one of life’s greatest purposes is just to be internally happy, why have I been placed in a situation where I am surrounded by so many externalities, which, instead of enhancing my state of calm, seem to dilute it? It is uncomfortable and uneasy. I cannot help but ask questions, and wonder why I have been placed here.

One of the answers is that I have been placed here for a greater purpose. If discovering that purpose, and fulfilling it includes living in a community and doing so contently, the people I meet must play a part in helping me find my purpose. Every small, seemingly insignificant moment I spend with them must evidently be more significant that I believe it to be. Who then, are these people? They must have their own purposes too. If they play a part in helping me find mine, are our purposes interrelated? Are we really independent? The answer is probably negative. How then, can I assume that I find contentment in my solitude?

For I do assume it. I do find happiness in my own, idyllic world. It is only one facet of happiness though.  The people I choose to surround myself hold the keys to other facets of the same. They do not control my happiness, rather inspire thoughts and revelations, that once pondered on, could lead to happiness. It really is a shared purpose. We influence each others’ lives everyday, at every instance of interaction, memory, thought, or feeling. Thus, one of my purposes must be to optimise this interaction in every way I possibly can. By spreading what I like to receive, making the right choices by interacting the way I would like to be interacted with, and accepting that we have been placed in society, not because we are dependent on each other for happiness, but so one can grow not only by spreading joy, but also by learning to derive it.

As one puts this into practice, he may begin to notice that deriving joy independently, while simultaneously through acceptance of those we are surrounded by, is essentially the same as spreading it. That is why people come and go. They come to teach, to learn, and to help.

All my love,


Poem #10: To Leave I Must Stay

Hello! This post is the tenth poem on this blog. I hope you enjoy it, and look forward to reading your comments!

To Leave I Must Stay

Don’t! Don’t pull me away!
Don’t take me from this place.
I know I want to –
I want to leave.
I want to let go and go.
Don’t make me go.
For then I can never go.
I must stay –
Yes, I want to stay.

Let go too, I must
Let go too, I shall.
Your pull as tempting,
As inviting, as glistening,
Routes my path to quandary.
Smell it does of desire rainbow.
A chase it spells –
A chase not for joy-
A chase for fluster –
Frustration and sorrow.

I must let go
Of sorrow,
I must let go.
It does invite me – a chase –
Not though
For redemption.
Silhouetted freedom –
Silhouetted joy –
Whence they reside
Escape from desire to escape.

I can let go
Here is the joy
Here is the key
Here is the escape
Here is where
I must let go.

– MayaSoul


You and Them

Is it one of your goals in life to grow? To be the best person you were born to be? It is for me.

I suppose what I am trying to emphasize in this post is the fact that growth is something that comes from within. It is the result of the time when one begins to concentrate on the, ‘me’, rather than on the, ‘them’.

When one starts posing questions such as, ‘Who am I?’ implying the search to find who you, as an individual are; as a person, and what are your passions? What is it that you enjoy doing? Who is it that you want to be? Realizing that it is these questions to which you want the answers is the first step in understanding what nourishment you need to grow. It means you are beginning to stop focusing on the, ‘them’, and start focusing on the, ‘you’.

There is a plethora of questions only you have the answers to. Given this, one thought struck me – a realization. If only you have the keys to the puzzle of your life, why would you allow anybody else to govern it? Why place the wheel of your life’s car in someone else’s hands? Your life is your own to live. It is only having conviction in yourself and in your decisions that enable you to efficiently lead a fulfilling life.

The moment you take control of the choices you make – of your thoughts, you shall have happiness perpetually by your side.

It seems ironic, for the word, ‘choice’, in itself describes, ‘decision’. I suppose what I am trying to say, is that whatever choice you make, must be something that you make with your heart. Keep your heart open. Experience every moment the way you would experience joy. March to your own beat.

‘They’, may have expectations. ‘They’, might feel you are wrong. ‘They’, might harshly condemn you for living your life by your standards. ‘They’, are different from you. There is only one, ‘you’, and you are that, ‘you’. You are the being that you believe you are. You are that being you live to be.

Live your life, for it is you who is doing so. You were placed in this life for a purpose, and only you can complete it. You have a reason to be here. You matter. The you that was created to be you matters. So be that, ‘you’. Be that person, and accept that person, for it is that person who is important. Love yourself, and always know the value of that self. If being happy is one of your priorities, and you hold the keys to the answers of your questions, an external set of keys can only lead to frustration, and eventual failure. So take the reigns, an dwell on what lies within – it is happiness.

All my love,


Poem #9: Romance With A Moment

Today’s post is another poem I’ve written. It is inspired by a moment that had a particularly strong impact on me.  Please do leave your comments an thoughts!

Romance With A Moment

It pulled at me-
Begged me not to leave!

“Why would you leave?
You acknowledge my beauty-
Your adoration so pure!
You say you love me…
You say you do.
You desire with me eternity
Those kisses you float to me
They smell so pure – scent of desire
You love me, you say again-
You love me with your heart’s peace
You say I give you that peace.
You look at me,
You smile – shed a tear.
You call me beautiful-
You say we are one.
Your desire – that of life
To be my reflection.
It makes you weep-
It gives you joy.
You stopped for me.
You stopped to think.
You stopped to smile-
To cry and wish!
Why then, should you leave?
Why then, should you
Abandon me?
I am but fleeting-
Yet I live on.
I know not,
Of a future visit.
I know though;
I dwell in your heart.
You say you must leave,
Not though, due to will.
I ask then,
Is my inner dwelling,

“Is it enough?
Have you served your purpose?
Have you fulfilled, with completion,
My desire?
Long for more I know I shall.
Oh! I do long for more!
Your beauty is eternal,
I desire your eternity.
Filled already I am-
With your nectar’s peace.
Shall I leave – do my duty?
Or indulge-
Stay and kiss your beauty?