​”The Vision Of Change” đźŚ»

I had a vision today

I saw a world full of people smiling like its their last day

I had a dream today

I saw people despite the struggles,seeing the good anyway

I heard a song today

It hummed about harmony and friendships so many

I felt a hand today

Rising to me, to heal me

I swam today

In a sea full of emotions which people hid away; now just lay bare on the bay

I walked today

On the path glowing with light that travels all the way from heaven’s gateway

I had a thought today

To focus on the rights  and not the wrongs, why let the heart decay 

I had a bright today

A new world was born today

I had a vision today… 

~Niharika Suri 


Reality or Illusion 

She was on her way to a new start
But exhausted was her heart
It was filled with all the apprehension,

Will others accept her- the only tension

Amidst the crowd will she stand out

Or will no one even hear her shout

Meeting the strangers with whom she had to bond

Will she be considered just like moss in a pond

It was then that she saw outside the window

Rejuvenating rain replaced the hot sun’s glow

Tiny sparkling raindrops found their abode on the glass

They had put the turmoil inside her at peace, at last

The calming effect was tremendous

She forgot all those thoughts which were senseless

Now disappeared all the inhibition

A fresh start was now the only mission

Like the raindrops, in all shapes and sizes,

Distort the reality outside to 

make it beautiful; So musical

We humans in the same way differ to create a colourful mosaic, each showcasing its own art

So why do we need others to accept

When in different things we are adept

She pondered if “living” in an illusion is sometimes better than “existing” in the reality

                                             –Niharika Suri

Hymn To The Flowers Part 3

Mahi, she is happy now

For the first time she has her own little flower to whom she sings her hymns

Though they say love is complex

She knows that simplicity never really leaves her perplexed

It is the struggle which in the end is beautiful

Ups and down are an integral part of the roller coaster ride called life

But atleast she has a hand to hold when she feels like screaming

Either elated or scared

And in the near future

She’s going to have a family, to nurture

Love and take care of

People whom she will live for

A purpose, that’s all it takes to make this journey seem bright

To achieve that with all our might

Should be our dream


And her little bouquet of light

Near the heart, hold it tight

All you need to do is fight

The demons and the evil residing inside you

Should be a cue

For you to stand up and go to war with them

Cause after all You Only Live Once

Live every moment, everyone ounce

Everyone deserves the happiness

They just forget to remember this

Mahi will remind you.

                                       –Niharika Suri

Hymn To The Flowers (Part 2)


          Mahi, how can we forget her               She had put the whole village together       Her smiled radiated such brightness             It eradicated her only weakness

 However she yearned for someone to hear her inner voice if not anything;

The songs which only she could hear herself singing

And God did grant her that wish

When by the well, she sees a boy with blue eyes staring at her ardently

She finds herself blushing red and runs away suddenly

The boy thinks of her all day and night

And Mahi? She dreams of speaking to him but is restrained by her plight

Days go by but both seem to be shy

And then comes the time when walking in the corn fields, lost in thought

She looks up and saw that the boy sought

All the deep stories and hymns within her

His eyes gazing into hers

They communicated through the purest way

Which was through the heart and not words… this stays

Time did freeze away

Two hearts were linked this way..

Two flowers danced in harmony under the sunlight

Only talking through the soul’s sight


                                            –Niharika Suri 

Hymn To the Flowers (Part1)

She was like the sepal

From start to end protecting her people

Protecting each “flower”

On her their blessings did shower

But a word she could not murmur

With a lot of effort only her lips could shiver  

God did not give her a voice

Nevertheless it was her choice

To make her life or break it

She did her bit

The village was a cheerful place with her,

Here and there walking with a jump in her steps

She believed she was no less

Because she had a heart so pure

All the miseries in her hometown she did cure

This is the story of Mahi who had shown

that her disability did not strip her of the ability of being human

                                         –Niharika Suri

The Versatile Blogger Award 

I had started this blog around 5 months ago because it provides a platform for me to express what I think about my surroundings and my own thoughts. I was pleasantly surprised to know that i had been nominated for The Versatile Blogger Award by Nick’sNotions

His blog is truly inspiring as in his opinion, blogging is not always about popularity and fame.It’s about us. Its not about people reading your material or not. Its about learning,reading,writing,reframing,improving. 

I thank him for this nomination as this motivates me to go ahead in this journey of self reflection and expression.


-You have to thank the person who nominated you and provide a link to their blog! (Being kind)

-Link the nominees and inform them about their nomination (passing the love, that was given)

-Nominate at least 15 bloggers of your choice (At least)

-Share 7 facts about yourself (being truthful)

7 Facts About Me:

  1. I am a person who aspires to become a psychologist one day.
  2. I have developed an interest  in photography and would like to pursue it with greater depth. 
  3. I LOVE FOOD. It gives me instant happiness.
  4. I am a good listener and a confidante.My friends tend to take advice from me on various situations.
  5. My favourite colour is sea green
  6. I love summers because i get to eat mangoes and dont have to wear too many layers of clothes.
  7. Lastly i love reading and writing. It’s like a stressbuster for me; a way to express my feelings and thoughts.

I Nominate:

  1. Athousandbitsofpaper
  2. Venandi Vita:chase life
  3. TheHonestFabler 
  4. AmongstAllElse
  5. GizmoShoot
  6. twinklingwords
  7. Roderick Will’s Refreshing writings
  8. The6millionpman
  9. Joseyphina’s 
  10. Random rants ruminations ramblings
  11. Beach Books Blog
  12. arguments with my selves
  13. Listen with your soul
  14. Susan Rushton
  15. Wings of poetry



As a child, he used to look up at those majestic big cotton clouds
The only dilemma then was how to get to them

Days went by
In learning how to fly
Books were by his side
Day and night
Slowly time was passing
And he was growing

One day he mustered courage and his feet left the ground
Elevated was his plane and also his feelings
He felt like he had wings
Exhilarated, he looked down
He thought, “What if I fell so many metres?
What if my plane starts to quiver
If the engine had to fail
How in the skies will I sail?
If the fuel finishes
Ending is…
But what about the dream
Why now should I focus on the turbulence of the clouds and not the magnificence?
Why is when we grow up
All the worries do hold up
As children, the aim is clear and visible
It’s achievable
Why not now when it’s just in front of us
I have to seize my confidence, it’s a must”

That’s when he realised how much he worries about what might happen next
Instead of enjoying the peaceful effects
Of the beautiful mechanical bird he could now control
Left, Right, up and roll
His worries were over
His goal was closer
He cut the string which attached him to the ground
And flew away like a child with his favourite balloon.
             –Niharika Suri

Picture drawn by me with the help of PicsArt