Your momentary mediocrity

Today you woke up

Perfectly ready to conquer the world

Be the best version of yourself and to shine unparalleled.

But as the moments trickle away

You decide to be mediocre instead.

For today is such an ordinary day

People keeping their heads down, going their way.

The breakfast is the same as always

The coffee is just regular

The commute to your 9 to 5 is exasperating, as usual.

The different faces you see each day,

Are still the same, sheeps with their heads down, going one way.

How supremely better am I than this kind

Wonders your potentially exquisite mind.

The world doesn’t feel ready

To witness your potential today.

So you work ordinarily

No less no more than the day before.

You make small talk with your coworker

You wanted to the conversation to sparkle some more

However why waste your knowledge and skills on this ordinary being?

So you indulge in those meaningless moments fleeting.

You go about the day, like the sand on the beach

Pushed around by waves, back and forth

Without any sense of self worth.

You write a poem, a simple ordinary verse

Avoiding depth of thought and talking superficially about the universe.

For the exemplary work of art you can create in a moment

Isn’t ready to be shown yet to these masses, who can’t comment.

It will go unnoticed, unadmired

For their little minds can’t appreciate your genius if they tried.

So you live in mediocrity, ignorant and at bliss

For today too, a day has gone by

And the opportunity is missed.

But you know today wasn’t the day to be better and to live upto your capacity.

So today, again, you settle in your perpetual mediocrity.

(C) Sneha Pathak

Weekend musings

The way people treat you is a reflection of their inner self and character, not yours.

You may choose to be a good person, a kind friend, an empathetic listener, that doesn’t mean your kindness will be reciprocated. That is merely your choice. The choices that you make may let you sleep at night in peace knowing you are doing good or prick your heart like a little thorn knowing you are in the wrong.

You may be the shoulder to cry on for people in your life that doesn’t mean when you need one there will be people around to be that for you.

The people who you may travel across the oceans for will not necessarily cross a street to be there for you when you need them. Sometimes even if you give someone all your patience, love and support they can still choose to be indifferent or even impudent towards you. That is their choice.

Don’t break your heart just because someone else doesn’t have one. 

Don’t fall from grace just because someone else chooses to do so.

Don’t stop being kind just because someone doesn’t appreciate it. Someone might, someday.

Don’t stop being you just because someone else can’t handle your magnificence. 

Don’t stop shining just because someone tries to dim your light.


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Before the sky devours us, our fears might.
We shall continue to breathe and exist, a corpse.
Once, capable of achieving wonders, only to be
confined, consumed, castrated by the silent darkness of fear within.
Fear of tomorrow,
Drowning us today
In a non existent sorrow.


Fear ravages the possibility
of once what could’ve been.

Picture – Self clicked.

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[ Sneha P ] Rights reserved.

The stage that was never yours

One moment, I am the sun that shines in the sky.
Everything revolves around me.
The world is a stage and the spotlight is on me.
I am the protagonist. All eyes on me, waiting for me to carry on the performance.
I am the mighty wind, touching everything, everyone, impacting those around me.
The day begins when I open my eyes and the world halts when I sleep.
The people around me are props in the background.
Each one there to affect, support, enhance, complement, my performance.
Their sub plots are meant to eventually merge into and shape my main plot.
Even when others who shared the stage with me, disappeared, bowed out, I smugly thought, it won’t happen to me. Even if it does, it’ll be sometime in the far far away future.


One minute you are the infinite blue sky, one minute you're a tiny drop the in vast ocean.

In another moment, I am a mere speck of dust in an infinite universe.
Tiny. A puppet that can be, and will be  replaced once broken.
A fragile leaf on a tree with hundred others exactly like me. Each pretentious enough to think they are unique.

As I bow out one day, I realize no one was even observing my performance. Everyone was busy playing  their own roles in their own story.
Each blissfully ignorant. Each a sun in their own universe.

Each convinced that the rain falls only on them. When the sky is clear it’s just for them.

Some foolish enough to believe that the others on stage are the antagonist in their story. Not knowing that they are possibly the antagonist in someone else’s!

Each trying to build a castle, with the limited grains of sand that keep slipping regardless of what they do.
Everytime they feel they’ve made a difference, that the castle is almost complete, a gush of violent wind or a sudden wave wipes it away. 
They trick themselves into believing that once their castle is built,it will make all the difference.
Everyone, who they think to be just props in their story, should approve of their castle. (Wonder why?)
It’s important, or so they believe.

They believe that the lights will go off once they bow out. They couldn’t be more wrong.
People will barely notice their castle. If it’s mighty or tiny. Once in a while maybe someone will appreciate it saying “what a fine castle” but that’ll be all.
The show will go on without them.
In the end they’ll realize it was never about finishing the castle, or what others thought of it,  it was about how did they spend their time trying to build it.  How did they perform their parts?
Did they rush through it? Focused only on the end result and forgot to enjoy?
Were they proud of it?

Maybe one day they’ll realize they were neither the sun, nor the leaf. They were pages, each filled with its own story.  A story that no one knew the end to. A story that was unique in its own way. But never alone, for there were hundreds of pages of equally unique stories.
Sometimes overlapping with others, sometimes a little off the plot, but always progressing  towards the end. Happy ending or sad? Did it really matter?

Copyright ( c ) [ Sneha P ]
Image – self clicked.

Going Back

You can’t go back to how it was.
From some points in lyf, you long for the past, but you can’t go there.

Maybe the past isn’t how you saw it anyways.
Maybe you were too blinded by the fake outer shine and glitter to see through the veil, the act, the mask that people put up.

But now that the mist of ignorance is lifted and the reality stares at you in the face, you can’t simply go back to ignoring it.
You can’t let such people stay in your life and continue to poison it, just because they have been there for a long time, doesn’t mean they deserve to be there anymore.

Or maybe you did not want to see things as they were. For at times ignorance really is bliss. At times closing your eyes to the reality of people felt good. Because it was familiar. 
But the known isn’t always beautiful and true, and the unknown isn’t always that scary.


Going Back

Maybe knowing the truth now, you can finally find peace. Find someone with whom you don’t have to pretend to be happy. Find someone whom you want to stay in your life because they make you happy not because they are familiar.

Sometimes not being able to go back to how things were is a good thing.

Madness, Magic, Magnificence

The world is strange,in all its madness, magic and magnificence.

I say madness because what else do we call this constant chase for things that won’t even matter someday? This rut that we are stuck in. Sacrificing present happiness in a search for some non existent future joy, which might never come to be.

This delusion that this one job, this one car, this big lottery, this one person  – is the key to our happiness. Once we get this “key”, we will finally be happy. Sure, until the next best thing comes along and then the next. The perpetual pursuit of pleasure  as I like to call it.  There will always be something better that we feel will make us happy. 

But we forget that happiness is not an object, its a state of being.



Magic? Of course it’s magic. I know some people might have a hard time to accept the whole fate, kismet, destiny, serendipity theory, which I understand. But I think I have in my opinion seen and experienced these little things that make me believe in the so called secret power/magic of the universe. Hearing stories from people about how a random thing that happened one day lead them to some pretty amazing things in life. How not getting that part in the play (it felt like the end of the world) only pushed them to become a better actor. How that one missed bus ultimately somehow made you meet your present girlfriend.

Doesn’t mean you are bound to find your soul mate on the next metro ride though. Just saying.

But still, a look at some of the stories of how small things, an accidental meeting with someone, a random act of kindness, a small unfortunate event led to something better that we could not foresee in that past moment. Similar stories in the Humans of New York page, get you thinking.

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There is a small part in the Men in Black 3 movie which talks about miracles. The scene goes like this, the alien Griffin, who has the ability  to foresee the infinite potential outcomes that are dependent on the actions taken in any given scenario is talking about a game-

Griffin’s favorite moment in time, he explains, is when an incredibly improbable string of events brings a World Series victory to the ’69 Mets: A woman in a baseball factory has an affair, which means she’s not overseeing an imperfect horsehide that is made into a ball that floats a few microns too high, causing a player to pop up a fly that is caught for the final out by a player who only became a baseball player because his father couldn’t find a football for a childhood Christmas gift, and so on and so on.


Small things that lead up to a  bigger event – I like to believe it is in fact the Universe and its magic.

Magnificence. Why, yes. There’s beauty in the chaos all around us. Like a mesmerizing rhythm. The number of things that are happening around you in this world right now, all oblivious to each other yet somehow working together. In Your mind YOU are the most important person right now, in a way, everything is about you. No I don’t mean people are overly self-centered. What I mean is, the world, its people, the millions of lives, millions of stories, all co-existing together, each engrossed in their own piece of the world, each believing it’s all about them.

In madness, I thought I was the most important person in the world.

I find it magnificent how everything balances each other out.For every hurtful words uttered, there is the healing magic of kindness. For every heart broken, there is unconditional love somewhere. For every tear drop, there is an angelic smile on someone’s lips. Life ends, people die, things get destroyed, consumed, broken, shattered – for some it feels like the world has come to an end, while at the same time someone out there is experiencing the tiny dimpled smile of their first child, the glow in their heart due to their first love, the pride they feel on receiving their first pay check.

life goes on

Regardless of what is going on in the life of the person who stays next to us, our life goes on and the world continues to exist, still the same, in all its bizarreness and beauty.

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