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Quest for Equilibrium

Watch me make bad decisions but carefully.
Homes & Hearts

They say home is where the heart is.
Meeting of the Tenses

And we don’t speak, we don’t hate – For the silence is golden, and The absence of regret, welcoming.
What A Marvellous World

Some of us see the world in stories, others in colours and numbers. Yet others see it as a series of problems, solutions and anomalies. I have a friend who sees the world in marvels.
When Reason Falls Short

Is our perception rendered meaningless if we don’t couple it with conscious recognition?
Accepting Grief

But, grief isn’t a responsibility. It’s a response.
A Timely Ode

your hymns of grandeur and constancy provide lasting warmth
Mirrors and Souls

What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Flight of Ideas

Home awaits you, always.
Dear World

I’m still learning to love you.
The People Pedlar

“Be yourself”, they said.
The Red Basket

“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
delightful mistakes

“It’s amazing how a little tomorrow can make up for a whole lot of yesterday.”― John Guare, Landscape of the Body draped in gold,dripping dreams,exciting, enticing and enthralling –a vision of timely beauty is life tomorrow. a cradle of delightful mistakeslearning, growing and finally seeingterrified and horrified but stunnedat the humanity of it all. for the world…
Confessions of an Overthinker

“I overthink. I overfeel. I overlive. I overdie.” ― Filipe Russo, Caro Jovem Adulto
Writer’s Block

The dark that doesn’t speak. The dark that doesn’t let starlight shimmer off it. The dark that drenches you in its ignorant sheen.
The Stranger & The Singer

That’s one thing about cities. It strips us of our choice and forces us to witness life not as we want it to be but from other people’s stories. It makes us watch and experience and be a part of something much bigger than ourselves – something that’s too random to ever occur again. There…
Citizens of the Night

They say the beauty of all things good lies in their mortality, but some things like the starry city or the citizens of the night will always live on, the kind of memory that lingers on after decades, and when the going gets tough, I think this is the memory we’ll all visit – the…
Nobody Knows

A shadow is all that remains – of the glory days, Where words stayed true to themselves.
Wilting Plumegrass

While you decline to cry, high on the mountainside a single stalk of plumegrass wilts.
Eternal Muse

Brilliant skyscrapers, Mosaic paths sway to songs Of crushed bricks and rocks, This gleaming concrete jungle – Spews blinding diversity.
Ignorant Chaos

“After all, if you do not resist the apparently inevitable, you will never know how inevitable the inevitable was.”
fallen dreams

rich and sweet is the glow that embraces these failures of the past
Artistically Starved

“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.”― Pablo Picasso This absent determinationWatches over time that simply refuses to haltIn the face of a starved, diminishing soul.Such creative impoverishment is thisWhere words flee and stick figures reignBreeding an utter lack of books –The kind with sweet, homely pages. Caught in…
The Bus to Nowhere

“I want to give up my bearings, slip out of who I am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.”― Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed The Christmas lights are fading, half-made-up trees on the verge of being completely disassembled and stored away in dark shelves and rooms until their time comes again. Festive smiles…
Peer Pressure

I decided to write about peer pressure for this prompt because the entire idea of it feels like a chiasmus – it’s even more enhanced at college and I find it curious but draining all the same, haha! It’s exaggerated in terms of human beings not being human because the peer pressure I’ve experienced isn’t…
When I Was Your Age

She points far ahead and shows us where her family’s land ends. Or ended when she was a child. Today it’s all real estate, people battling to build houses, shops and skyscrapers because it’s a scenic place. But it won’t be when they’re done butchering it.
Seasonal Writing

The world outside cowers under nature’s wrath, While words fail to appear, These thoughts scream themselves sore; Silenced by the downpour But forever inspired by the falling leaf.
If I had grown up

I came across a weird train of thought the other day while watching a few kids be the happiest they possibly could be at the time – one that I’ve often entertained before. It’s not necessarily true but it often feeds anxious thoughts. It was that growing up takes away one’s liberty to make mistakes…
We’re in this Together | World Mental Health Day 2022

Through this collaboration, I hope to emphasise on how mental health is something that we all experience in vastly different ways – it rarely feels the same for everyone.
Timely Echoes

For dreams etched in hearts Seldom know death
Autumnal Whispers

~ point of view: you’re walking with a friend who talks (and thinks) too much ~
Blinding Noise

“Without the color, I don’t know how to proceed. I’m lost in shades of gray.” – Wendy Mass, A Mango-Shaped Space
Eternal Grins

“Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.”― Lloyd Alexander Past the threshold of pain and onward To a home nestled in the valleys Where prayers soar high and sorrow smiles Grief haunts none for grins eternally shine To a home nestled in the valleys Where the ground knows no tears…
It is I | World Suicide Prevention Day 2022

“We can all create hope through action and be the light.”
Frustrated Love

When the world feels blue, my vision is cleaved by different timelines or interests that ease this loss of purpose. But too much heart often ends up numbing everything out — this world and its constructs, all these societal requirements, dreams, hopes, and love – love for what might be.
hello! // life update & monthly wrap-up

I know I don’t do these kinds of posts but with all that’s happened and been happening, I thought it’d be fun to write about it! It’s mainly just a sort of update on life since I’ve grown so much from the 15-year-old that started this blog, haha! Here’s a breakdown of everything I talk…
heart & soul spill – poetry

cherished firsts and fleeting scraps of thoughts; these cold words – dear, are they for bitter freedom do I hold when they soar away.
City Dear

“Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.”― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities There’s a park around the corner,A dainty human construct,With cobblestone pavements and plastic domes.There’s a park around the cornerThat saves a swing just…
Adam’s Ale

Hoarse visions and misty revolutions – Shrivelled, turbid and warm, Drip down civilization’s neck, Littering mausoleums Of forgotten gold and silver.
summer whispers // collaboration with maggie!

I hold them close And tell them slowly, They are my friends If they’ll ever know me
The Skeletal House

It’s a gorgeous sight to wake up in the morning and watch the river flow as if it never had a break in its life – so controlled but so full of kind rage.
sunny days // {summer of stories #4}

summer – comes and goes monotony; to return yet hearts joyful thrive.
An Aquatic Tale – Abandoned Halfway // {summer of stories #3}

I sigh as I think about how many stories go unwritten while others are abandoned halfway.
Tale of the Setting Sun // {summer of stories #2}

Watch as these shades of red Taint the world you know; From the skies to the horizon. Freckled with clouds bathed in red ombre, The receding sun – a testimony To life’s core of morality.
A Walk On the Beach // {summer of stories #1}

They don’t tell you this but freedom has a scent of its own. It’s powerful and feels like closure in the form of a thick, warm blanket.
Infinity

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower Past these horizonsWhere the rays of infinityCradle the wilted ripples of time;Ripples that have traversed lifetimes,Is nocturnal magic –The kind that never sleeps And lends old, comforting dreams to sleepless minds. Artists are we, and reality our Foe from ages-old…
Words

Hello friends! Random Specific Thoughts is officially back from hiatus and I’m so excited to catch up on posting and reading! Today’s poem on ‘Words’ is part of a blog tour hosted by a dear friend, Kaley Kriesel to celebrate the launch of her official writing blog, Words. As we’re both in awe of words,…
Withered Homes

Tethered to homes, souls chained to courage, come soaring they, who call all brethren and walk strong with green pastures and blue skies in mind.
old youth

“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!”― Robert Browning old, frail and ghostly are they –homes and fields so…
18

“Remember, it’s still a mystery to be an adult. If you knew it all before eighteen, you’d have nothing to look forward to.”― Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift I imagine 18 to be my first step to independence and my first whiff of free will and freedom and everything beautiful.…
Path to Novelty

We see the world, not as it is, but as we are – or, as we are conditioned to see it. ― Stephen R. Covey, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People: Powerful Lessons in Personal Change There’s a torn tapestryIn a house down the street,That never stops glowing.Woven in gold and burgundyA stream of black streaksDown…
Dear 2021,

Forgiveness is this wonderfully marvellous human thing, I don’t know if you’ve ever forgiven or been forgiven by someone but I need you to know it’s the closest thing to pure freedom, any of us can ever experience. I’ve been writing and thinking about forgiveness for the past month and it’s been a beautiful experience…
The Christmas Spirit

Christmas is conventionally a season of joy, togetherness and giving in general. It’s the feast celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ, a saviour who gave himself up to redeem humanity of its sins. In a way, Christmas is a nod at the phase of forgiveness that follows – a virtue we should practice more often.…
Amendments Anew

For when times seem bleak And your mind turns into a cage, Remember to forgive yourself For being human.
The Puppet Heart at MasticadoresIndia!

I would love to thank Terveen Gill, blogger at It Ain’t Right Till I Write and editor at MasticadoresIndia for accepting The Puppet Heart for publication at MasticadoresIndia and her continued support! MasticadoresIndia // Editora: Terveen Gill He found her on the roadside, many thoughts ago. Like a flower frozen in spring was she –…
Timeless Christmas Carols

There’s nothing that can get you into that perfect Christmas mood other than a good, Christmas-y carol! So, in today’s post, I am going to be listing 5 timeless Christmas carols that get you feeling all happy and radiate that beautiful Christmas warmth.
Let it snow

“Realize that if a door closed, it’s because what was behind it wasn’t meant for you.”― Mandy Hale Flakes of beauty and castles of glass,Trees caked with pristine powderAnd the cold white blanket beneath –Testify to the great inner turmoilPlaguing the winter soul. Like royalty is the world aroundElegant in its chaos, andGracefully fierce,With stunning beauty…
Blogmas 101// Why You Should Do It {reblog}

Hello everyone! A LTBL Christmas commences today and is slated to go all the way till Christmas day! We’re so excited to do our take on Blogmas, over at Living The Blogging Life (LTBL) and look forward to creating content that helps, entertains and spreads Christmas cheer! We’re also accepting guest posts and would love…
The Bus Ride Home

“… You can’t see a person more nakedly than that, when they don’t know they’re being watched, studied.”― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow When the going gets tough, I think of the bus. It was a typical day at school, quite the balanced mixture of embarrassment, awkwardness and laughs. We walk to the bus stop where the…
bad art, clouds & poetry #2 // revisiting old pencil sketches
The Floor Is Slick With Blood {reblog}

and it is a sanguine flood, flecks of maroon flotsam flowing with the crimson rivulets. It is slick with the cries of the animals, those that lit up like matchsticks as furious blazes purged them from their lands.
Extance

One day in, one day out Erecting lives on fragile foundations, Put one stone out of place And the whole reality comes tumbling down.
Concealed in the Foreground

It looks crusty from my vantage point, with partially undone, paint flakes flapping and swaying, holding onto their last link to the wall; clinging on for dear life.
The Climate is Changing – Will You Change?

Did you know that 2019 was the second warmest year on record and the end of the warmest decade (2010- 2019) ever recorded?
if I write a book

If I write a book, it would have a thick spine and leather bound body, with lots of knots and memories caught up in its strings. Its chapters would be long and slow with accompanying water colour illustrations that simply seem to exude vision and beauty as powerfully as possible. The brush strokes would be…
This Inertial Pain

With partial sanity, do we Play host to this inertial pain.
Is hope a fraud? | Socratic Circle {October 2021}

To me, hope is a sort of thrust, a variant of faith, a gentle flame – that encourages you to keep going even when, the possibilities of actually succeeding seems bleak. Now as far as fraudulence goes, hope can be a fraud at times but that doesn’t necessarily make it a fraud for everyone. Hope…
bad art, clouds and poetry #1

I’ve lately been wanting to do an utterly random post with nothing but images (and a bit of text for context), so here it goes! If you’re on the Reader, I’d suggest reading this here because the images tend to scrunch up in the Reader. I’m so sorry about the lighting – still working on…
The Purpose Within

What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.― Margaret Atwood, The Year of the Flood In search for my purposeDid I set out –On an infinite path choked with uncertainty. Many a question did I meetBut crippled was I left,With answers that birthed more questions. Days, I spent counting wordsAnd…
II x D

(ahh I know, that wasn’t very nice. It’s just that I used binary to represent 500 that I decided to go for Roman Numerals for 1000 i.e II x D = 2 x 500) Random Specific Thoughts was started by an impulsive and reckless 15-year old and left dormant for a year before quarantine led…
For Pip, Thrush and Blue | World Suicide Prevention Day 2021

For Pip, Thrush and Blue, This I say, “To and fro, we moved Through the clouds of hymns we hummed, As the world progressed, Our longing for freedom grew ever stronger.
Hideaway

Sometimes when it’s too sunny that the rays penetrate my skin and the heat burns my soul, when it’s too cold that the world outside is hauntingly heartless, I run away. The day is gentle and the rising noise of life heralds the start of a new memory.
heart & soul spill – words

The sweet stench of freshly paved roads is so intoxicating that the thought of covering up cracks with a blanket so thick that it hardens with the sun blinds my pain. Words flood my sense of coherency when my senses leave me. They’re everywhere warning me, soothing me, helping me, guiding me.
Blues and Petals

I know the day is perfect the moment I open my eyes and see a crow at my window, with a brilliant blue sky beckoning to me. The day is perfect because I sense the pall of blue hanging over the world. Life wouldn’t be perfect if it was all giggles and presents.
Don’t Let Yourself Down

I spent days under those covers. I thought I’d never see daylight again. I wondered about nothing, and dreamed about everything. I lost many days that way.
Pitter-Patter

On days coated with Condensed reality – Perception sheds tears For a vision abandoned.
Verity

In melancholic flights, Setting eyes on truths lost In the folds of speech – A solitary word is seen Seeking shelter, from the harsh Storm wreaking havoc outside.
Saturated by the Billions

The world around is eerily quiet or it’s probably just in my head. As I keep one foot after the other and walk at a steady pace, my skin shudders with each second of earthly contact. The murmurs in the air, the fading footsteps that seem to be echoing, the heavy drag on the air…
A Glance, I Implore –

I saw you approach cautiously, undoubtedly a result of those nasty stories you’ve been hearing about me. You seemed to be 7, a child yet to know the world, a life spent in sheer joy at every waking moment. I once knew a little girl like you, she’d bring her friends over and we’d have…
Every Mess is Mortal

A systematically crumbling world, politically wrong, economically weakened, and blackened with the loss of lives. All of it sustained inside a thick cloud of hope.
The Whisper Gallery

Come forth and listen – To the whispers thriving in the atmosphere. Take a glance at pain and joy, dancing On the soft meadow, against clouds That look like turtles.
The World Around Us

Hello! My name is Maya, and I run a potter-y random blog called PottahWand! I’m really excited to write this guest post on Random Specific Thoughts! It’s called ‘The World Around Us’, and it’s about our environment! The autumn air is filled with delicious scents of roasted hazelnuts – my village’s very best. The red,…
The Cassette Store

I was born into this strange period that served as a transition bridge from what was new to what would be new. I grew up watching recorded movies and listening to songs on cassette tapes, something that my parents had a proclivity for collecting – and today, my life is all but dependent on screens…
Dear Tom and Jerry

Don’t you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?― Sarah Addison Allen, Lost Lake Dear Tom and Jerry, Life’s not the same anymore. Almost half a century after the final story on your lives was aired, your adventures continued to keep me in tense…
Lost Luxury

Newspapers take peoples’ tragedies and force the world to experience all of it.― Rebecca McNutt, Listen is Silent, or The Usurer Centuries older were youWho reduced everyone to an ignorant child.As the sun rose everyday,At my doorstep you arrivedWith fresh tidings ofNovel ideas and events,Of deaths and horrifying stories. Man’s truest chronicler were youWho told stories the…
Thoughts Dump #2

Hey everyone! This is not a regular post. I’m just going to be breaking down a few recurring thoughts and talk about them and address them today. I suppose a few of you may have noticed a decline in my liking/reading/commenting i.e engagement with you all lately. It’s honestly not and never was a personal…
heart & soul spill – art

Gone are the days when art conveyed a crisp image of the perfect stick figure, with straight lines and a plump, round head. Now every cloud, every scrap of discarded paper and pencils too short to use are all masterpieces to eyes tired of a bleak image, that the world radiates, facilitated by greed and…
Mourn Me Not

(please click here to view this post on the site along with the podcast) The sun,–the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man–burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it…
March 4, 1995. Friendship is special.

Greg was having a terrible day, in which everything was going wrong. His friends rudely woke him up in the middle of the night; he went into a rage in front of his friends and ran outside. Read part 1 here. I had a terrible day today. Well, technically the terrible day was yesterday now, since it…
March 3, 1995. Throwing the box.

Hello! My name is Greg Dennison, and I write the blog Don’t Let The Days Go By. It is an episodic continuing story set in the 1990s in the western United States, about a university student (also named Greg) making his way in life. This episode takes place in the middle of freshman year, when…
Where The Lost Thoughts Go

(This is a story (edited version) I wrote for Diamond’s Photostory contest. It was very much an impulsive write and I apologise in advance if it appears nonsensical). I saw him from a distance. It was a mere glimpse, but I registered so much of his face in that tiny fraction of a second. He…
Quiddity

“It isn’t by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.”― Ken Kesey, Kesey’s Garage Sale Through a seam in the fabric of existenceDoes the day’s soul leak…
Rise of Religion

In a world where progress is constantly being redefined, morality and ethics are questioned; there is one aspect of the human experience that has remained firmly rooted in man’s conscience, occasionally swaying but never faltering – religion. I have developed a general appreciation for the numerous religions people practice worldwide and have grown rather interested…
The Guardian of the Curve

“Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone feels loved and believes in the goodness in people.”― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart It stands off to a side such that it’s visible from both ends of the endless road. I pass by it at 8:45 am or so but the atmosphere it exudes…
This Brown Skin

I see the way you look at me, With pity in your eyes, I see the hatred in your gaze- But this brown skin, it’s a prize. I feel the disgust you throw my way, It’s really hard to miss… But this brown skin, it is evidence-Of the Sun’s loving kiss. I will still go…
Free

“I’m done.” Her house keys landed on the entryway dresser for the final time. She noted how the jingle made its usual ‘welcome home’ sound… Yet she was running in the other direction. “I’m finished.” He pulled up in his tattered red station wagon, the homiest sight that could have welcomed her. The screen door…
Dear Mr. Pink Monk,

Hello everyone! Mr. Pink Monk here, from a room drenched in the day’s first rays, to share with you all a wonderfully pleasant surprise I had today – a letter! An actual handwritten letter from none other than my new friend – Waffle Pecan! He’s also a part of Build A Bears Furever, the best…
“What dreams do you dream?” ft. Huckleberry

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”― Anatole France ( D here! This is a Q&A with a very special guest hosted by yet another new face, someone I absolutely love and trust! Kudos to Evin for suggesting this idea! Today, my pet dog, Willy is going to be interviewing…
A Thank You Letter to My Body

Just a few days ago, I came over a heartfelt letter Shelly @ Growing with Spawn wrote to her body, after being inspired by the one Ang @ Lose Weight With Ang penned. It seemed like a lovely idea and I do believe it’s random acts of thoughtfulness like these that leave a generous impact…
Let it flow, let it bloom // Introducing Thoughts Gallery!

“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.”― Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata Let it flow, Let it bloom In glory of nocturnal hopes,We set down in hearts of stone;Memories of promised dreams,And arm ourselvesWith our voicesTo cure decades of injustice. As we let goOf whispers from the past,We make room for words…