Stochastic Cerebrations

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart - Helen Keller Being a student of finance, investment is something which keeps on running in my mind. Everyone wants to invest their savings somewhere and in return expect a good return. But what if that investment plan is giving you a abysmal low return? An optimist will continue to trust that investment with the hope that the condition might get better and the future profit will make up for some of the present losses, if not all. Or a person might withdraw the money and invest in a stock which assures high return on a short term basis. But, what on Earth has compelled me to pen down such a mundane financial boolean(high or low returns) logic? Well, the other day something happened and the only analogy which I could think of at that point was of relating this logic to life. When we start any relationship be it of son-daughter,brother-sister,colleagues or even fr...

A million things to say yet speechless Silence which is not nice, nor its the comfortable types But the one, the awkward one, between strangers..... Silence between those who could talk to each other for hours Those who could talk without thinking a thing in the world Those who could talk without needing a topic to talk Hate the silence which is becoming normal between us..

The long svelte legs walked peacefully leaving faint embossments on the porous sand which was wet yet loose. Her dark brown hair glimmered in the light, looking like silk, dancing down beyond her shoulders with a pace she put forth; her blue eyes wandered towards the aeonian ocean with milky waves splashed the water on her; Her hands, slender and clasped together resembled the earth. The water had always been an conundrum for her. All of a sudden, everything turned quiet, there was an unusual silence around her. The deep rustic colored Sun was hitting the bed somewhere in the gigantic sky casting a dazzling image of the blue waters which looked even more royal. With the onset of dusk, the painted galore of red, orange and yellow hues seemed to grow denser with an cerulean on its lining.It was the most amazing painting the master artist could create. The unison of the birds and the waves hit one another twitched her sharp nose. It appeared as if the master of light was bidding adieu ...

Amidst the October night sky, The 15th element of the periodic table was flashing white, with flashes that flew low followed by a hebetudinous thump, her legs quaked as she felt the vibrations come up through the terra firma. The canines began to bark, the felines meowed louder than she could recall and then there was silence. Blossom, was at the top floor of her building, her heart was racing with hopes as the final skyrocket had been launched and that was the concluding thud of the evening. She thought everything was coming to an end and finally she could catch up on her sleep. In that fraction of muteness she was at peace, and so were the pets, atleast they seemed to be. Just then a flash followed by a deafening boom shook the windows, sending the pets into the most demented delirium she had ever witnessed. "Holy crap! Bloody son of a man..I just loathe this". The frustration piled up over the years was decipherable  in her dull voice full of annoyance and hatre...

Oh dear shadow of mine I can't help but enjoy being with you more each day The urge of being with you is more than words can say The days pass, I lose control After a while, I'll miss you with all my soul Whether you enjoy or whether you care I'll always be there for your smile For it is like the sunshine after a spell of thunder I need you to know, I'll always be there When you're in sorrow and breaking apart When someone breaks your heart and the cuts are deep On days and nights when you cry yourself to slumber I need you to know, I'll always be there On days when you feel you're alone When someone you confide moves on When all you need is a shoulder to lie upon,  I need you to know, I'll always be there Today or Tomorrow Days or Weeks Months or Years I'll be there for you To talk, to listen, to laugh, to gossip To worry, to weep or just to believe Just turn around and you'll find me Eternally to support you E...

The reason why I write is the reason why I breathe Life might be a bird without wings Had words not been there to express myself Word for word I write my soul Things which I could never speak Without the invisible expression, so strong I would cry every day Forgetting the regret is what I try Don't wanna miss the life which is mine Without speech what I veritably feel I'll stay like this, always then The reason I write is the reason why I breathe  It's so that an Eagle can fly to the limitless ocean above I,with the want to rise higher and higher Finally stopped asking Why do I write?

Picture this: A person is moving all alone in a desert with the sun throwing fireballs and all of a sudden he notices an oasis. An oasis, so beautiful that it could have only existed in fairy tales. The person crawls his way to the oasis and sets up a camp. With each day passing, he realizes that the oasis too has accepted him and loves his presence. Day in and Day out, the Oasis cared for this guy and the guy in turn cared for the oasis. There existed an invisible bond between the two which was like the wind, one can't see it but can feel it.  They made a separate world of their own, free from any kind of impurity, away from evils. Both of them were like the force shield for each other, keeping the dementors at bay. One day in his dream he saw that the oasis turned into a human being who could only be compared to an angel from heaven. But soon, he realized it wasn't a dream. It was for real, the oasis had turned into an angel. People used to get jealous by their bonding...