The wait

Through the biggest waves,

Through the hottest of fires,

Through the deepest caves,

Amidst all the love I acquire.


There’s still something missing,

A void nobody else can replace,

A place specifically meant for you,

A place I tried to fill with someone new.


I’ve realized now this effort is futile,

You’re better than everyone else by a mile.

All I want everyday is to see you smile,

It sucks that I haven’t seen you in a long while.


But I’ll try my best to be patient and wait,

Maybe use flowers and some chocolates as bait,

Always look for you through my building’s gate,

Hopefully someday I’ll show you off to my mates.


-The Travellothoner

To My Bestfriend On Her Wedding Day


As you embark on this new journey together,

Through every terrain and ever changing weather,

All you need is a drizzle of laughter and a pinch of trust,

A whisper of honesty and an ocean of love.

Cause now you have him and he has you,

A special bond and a forever crew.

-The Travellothoner

The Sleepless Night


Just a winter morning

Waking me up wrongly at three or four,

My mind the only brightened thing

In this darkened house.


I wake up from my bed

Turning to my spot at the window,

Leering outside on the empty street

Pondering on the kind of day it has been.


Recollecting all the faces that were seen today,

Remembering all the conversations that were had.

Rethinking all the words that were said today,

Visualizing all the pages that were read.


It’s all a big blur

Like a day without specs.

Except that 25 minute conversation with her,

That I remember so distinctly.


It was a normal conversation,

Nothing other than the usual.

Although it was a special individual,

That made it all so real.


And suddenly my thoughts

That were once slow went into overdrive.

And what was once a broken sleep

Turned into a struggle.


While the time stood still

And the hours went by.

As the darkness turned to light

And it all faded away.


-The Travellothoner

The Road Trip

Seldom taking the solitary way up the road,

Finding a contradictory comfort in the radio static aboard.

Or grab your people and make a move,

Blast some music and dance and groove.


Move at dawn before the birds start to chirp,

Bring along a coffee or smoothie to slurp.

Away from the concrete jungle into the natural bliss,

Onto the vacation that was thoroughly missed.


Hit the empty roads at blistering speeds,

Some necessary exercise your car seldom needs.

300 miles of pure heavenly peace,

The beautiful clouds and scenery bringing your mind at ease.


Listen to music aloud or in your mind you sing,

And later regret the stuff you forgot to bring.

A chance to reflect on your thoughts and actions so far,

A romantic affair to rejuvenate that long lost love with your car.


Call it luck or a moment of serendipity,

Your finest bunch confined in such close proximity.

A much needed gathering to pour your heart and share,

With ample time for each and everyone to spare.


Its about the journey and the people around,

The stories and emotions and the laughing sounds.

It is said the journey is what makes the destination whole,

So enrich your mind and rejuvenate your soul.


Sometimes its important to lose yourself in order to get found,

Making ties and memories life is forever bound.

And along the way your scars will heal,

Make you stronger, smarter, happier and bring new emotions to feel.


-The Travellothoner

Mrs. Melodrama


I have a friend who personifies the word,

Her thoughts and reactions are often absurd.

Her normal day is a page taken out of a dramatic script,

Her life a big fat melodramatic manuscript.


Our story began in the most unexpected way,

Thanks to all the attention to her I had to pay.

But in the end I admit it has all been worth it,

My coffee always tastes sweeter when with her I sit.


To see her journey has been anything but entertaining,

A journey that radiates a lifetime of learning.

A combination of sugar and spice and everything nice,

Sometimes as hot as fire, sometimes as cold as ice.


A person smiling brighter than the sun,

An innocent soul that trusts everyone.

Her bubbliness and resolve always undeterred,

A total cutie in every sense of the word.


I love her like a rabbit does his carrot,

A person as talkative as a moody parrot.

Chugging green tea when we do beer,

One of a kind in the Eastern Hemisphere.


-The Travellothoner

The Lost Forever Friend

We crashed paths in school,

And it was a hate-hate relationship.

God knows how but over the years,

It developed into a kinship.


It had its ups and downs,

Sometimes happiness and sometimes frowns.

Its been quite a journey with you and its not been easy,

That attitude and those birthdays have been anything but breezy.


If you know me then you know I’ve enjoyed it all,

For I’ve been a bigger pain to you than when you run into a wall.

Its always special with you for reasons unknown,

This friendship has literally shaped the way I’ve grown.


You’re the Chandler to my Joey,

Always so smart and sassy!

I have always admired you,

For your taste so classy.


Its not the distance that hurts me,

I know you’re always just a call or 50 steps away.

Its these weird extended silences,

Which may last a lifetime is why I’m afraid.


But you know I’m always going to be around,

To stick my nose in your business I am forever bound.

Won’t stretch it too long cause I know you’re busy,

With me you know its going to end on a note very cheesy.


Though there is gold in the mountains,

And pearls in the sea.

Those treasures don’t mean as much,

As your friendship means to me.


-The Travellothoner

The Night

The sun is setting still,

The moon is yet to rise,

And all we’re left to see is,

Beauty in earth’s eyes.


The trees stand proud and tall,

And the clouds loom in the sky,

Its probably going to rain today,

As the gods begin to cry.


The stars have started to shine now,

Their twinkle litting up the sky,

The moon has taken its place,

Amidst the twinkle as the hours go by.


A tainted crescent today,

Unable to showcase its complete glory,

Setting about a poetry in motion,

Inspiring us humans to make a new story.


So I stare in wonder with amaze and awe,

A picture I wish I was able to draw,

The night still young but with limited time,

Waiting to unfold yet another rhyme.


And as the stars fall from the dark sky,

I sigh to myself and bid a goodbye,

And slowly the night fades into day,

As the grays disappear and I fade away.

Moving On

What’s done is done. What’s gone is gone.

One of life’s biggest lessons is Moving On.


Choose the way you see your cup.

Half depleted? Semi-full?

Grab the horns. Steer the bull.


This is just an experience, a minor glitch.

Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge.


I know it hurts. Maybe even burn.

One of life’s lessons everyones got to learn.


Sooner or later you’ll have to take that flight,

Go onward and upward with all your might.


It hurts to let go. Its easier to moan.

But sometimes it hurts more to try and hold on.

It is a rule of nature. And you must move on.


It may not be the desired result you want and it may not be the result you hoped for, but let me tell you, it doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change who you are as a person or a human being, and it doesn’t change what you’re trying to do with your life. And please don’t even think the society is going to give you a tag for it.

Think of a baby learning to walk. Should we see it as a “bad” or “shameful” thing every time he or she falls? Do babies beat themselves up when they lose balance after taking a few steps? Of course not. Falling and losing balance is precisely how they learn to successfully walk.

The same goes for us and whatever it is we choose to create with our lives. You don’t beat yourself up over a fall. You cry, dust yourself and try again. We can’t expect ourselves to be perfect and flawless when we are new to something (or even if we aren’t new to it, for that matter). But taking steps regardless is the perfect way to gauge what works and what doesn’t work.

Think of a panda that you’ve seen, when he loses his shit and tumbles and falls and still manages to be the most adorable thing. Still so adorable, still so happy, still sucking on its bamboo with no care for what the world thinks. You dear reader, have to be this panda!

At our age (I am 22) , it is easy to have a knack for passing examinations, and that, for years, has been the measure of success in our life and that of our peers. But you do realise it doesn’t always add up right?

Try Ishaan Avasthi from Taare Zameen Par, or Walt Disney in real life. Life is so so much more than cramming 6 months worth of studies and an oceans worth of curriculum in a 3 hour paper and in the end, somebody who knows nothing about you, telling and deciding your worth.

I am not dull enough to suppose that because you are young, gifted and well-educated, you have never known hardship or heartbreak. Talent and intelligence have never indemnified anyone against the pages of Fate, and I do not for a moment suppose that you have enjoyed an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment.

Ultimately, you have to decide for yourself what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it. So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure, a mere paper in almost 22 years of your existence doesn’t define how you have failed on an epic scale.

Now, I am not going to sit here and write and tell you that failure is fun. That period of my life was a dark one (when I failed to be honest to my people; or when I did not clear my exams until multiple attempts later), and I had no idea that there was going to be the kind of life and people that I have today, which includes some really special people. I had no idea then how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality.

So why am I telling you what I am telling you? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination that I have today, to do what I really want to do. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realised, and I am still alive, and I have a family who loves me, and I have my hands, feet and brain completely intact, and the determination to be a better version of me from yesterday. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.

Michael Jordan once said “I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can’t accept not trying”.

Or Winston Churchill, a politician, writer, army officer and 2 time Prime Minister of UK once said, “Success is stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm”.

I am sure you are aware of the stories of Amitabh Bachchan (from declaring bankruptcy to being the man), SRK(from sleeping on the streets of Delhi to the king of Bollywood), Dhirubhai Ambani(From selling Bhajiyas to Finding RIL), Narendra Modi(From selling Tea to becoming our PM), Rajnikanth (Was a bus conductor), APJ Apdul Kalam (sold newspapers to support his family) and I can come up with 1000 more examples within India and outside.

And these people are looked upto, and made an example of only because of their failure and struggles. Not because they got to the top without stumbling. That is simply a fairytale and almost impossible.

You really think their failures or results ever limit their dreams or capabilities? And I am sure you realise the fact that they’ve had their fair share of failures. And if you tell me they were great people or extraordinary people, let me tell you, thats not the case at all. They have nothing that you don’t. In fact, they never possessed the comfort, brains and opportunities you do.

I once read “If you pray for rains, you gotta learn to deal with the mud”. And this is all that it is. A patch of mud, that you got to deal with before there’s another rain and all the mud is washed away.

I’m going to say it again. A piece of paper is never going to decide your fate or your career. Not now, not ever. You decide that for yourself. Nobody else. Only you’re the the creator of your destiny and greatness, and only you’re the Krypton (the element behind superman’s weakness) to your fate.

And as far as me or anyone else in your life is concerned, you’re still the same person and you always will be. This doesn’t make anyone think any less of you, and it never ever will. And there’s always someone out there, just waiting to see how you pick yourself up and launch yourself again, to achieve what you want to achieve and what you can achieve.

To conclude I’ll say this:

“You were trying to fly, and let the winds deter you and fell on the ground on your knees. All you’ve got to do is dust yourself off, chug some beer and shrug it off and start fluttering your wings and fly again.”

I wish nothing but the best to everyone who’s failed and who’s reading this. This isn’t the end; Its just the beginning.

Best wishes and regards,

The Travellothoner.

Ps. You’re awesome!