Cigarette smoke

Her words are like the cigarette smoke That slowly escapes her mouth, Losing shape and form, On a quest to seek something heavenly, But melting away into something so worldly. She never cares enough for them. She never cares enough for others. Just letting them out like cigarette smoke, Because she has to, What else…

Bursting to life

I realized that I was dead inside When I didn’t feel happy for, Achieving the “best happiness of my life” No sense of accomplishment, no sense of joy. Endless anhedonia in an infinite void. I was assured of never feeling anything again. Well, I was wrong, I could still feel the pain. The pain of…

Curio…..About ME

Hi ! this is Curio, I belong to the land of colors and diversity…India. A med student. My blog is all about feeding the curiosity with creative solutions. My dream is to create an idea business incubator…….. In search of more creative, more root oriented solutions to every problem, every issue. I love to know…

Silly me! – curio

The silent bright student At the corner Beside the window Or right under their nose The one that is so damn attentive Yeah the ever ready one The one that never missed a lesson Oh the teacher’s pet I’ll make sure I won’t make a mistake Impress, don’t show Don’t let the fear overthrow The…

The Bloody Talk – Curio

I came across this video How Women Have Lived With Their Periods Since 1900 a few days back and I realized that India is still in the 18th century. Sorry to disappoint the tech savvy crowd of this nation but. How the hell did we manage to be CEOs at international companies when we are…

I won the toss !

When I was young I was told to plant a tree on every birthday so when I die, I’ll die in a garden. I have decided to plant an idea, so when I die, I’ll die in a different world.

Yoga revisited

योगेन चित्तस्य पदेन वाचां । मलं शरीरस्य च वैद्यकेन ॥ योऽपाकरोत्तमं प्रवरं मुनीनां । पतञ्जलिं प्राञ्जलिरानतोऽस्मि ॥ Yogena Cittasya Padena Vaacaam | Malam Shariirasya Ca Vaidyakena || Yo[a-A]paakaro[a-U]ttamam Pravaram Muniinaam | Patan.jalim Praan.jalir-Aanato[a-A]smi || Meaning: 1: (I bow down to him who purifies the impurities) of the Mind (by removing the Chitta Vrittis) by Yoga,…

Midnight Memories

Every night when reality hits me hard in chest And I wake up all sweaty and breathless. My mind warns me that you are about to go And then realizes you are already gone.   My fight begins with my brain, As I try to sleep again, To be in a world, where you still…