To the Mother Earth - (A Lyrical Look)

The Mother that gives Everything we Need

The more that I see of you,

The more smitten by you I am.

The more close I feel to you,

The more enchanted by you I am.

Even as I enjoy soaking in the golden sun

And though I cast my gaze at the blue sky,

As I walk upon the carpet of fallen leaves

Words.....Simply Words

Early Prehistory Cuneiform Clay Tablet

By Chinmay Bhandari

Once upon a time, when humanity was in its early stages of evolution, primitive man use to feel awkward every time he experienced something. Whether it be a successful hunt or the  burning pain of a deep wound, something use to build up inside him and he just could never vent out.

The frustration would have been unimaginable by todays standards. After all he only knew the simplest of our rudimentary expressions which was to groan, to smile, to cry and to scream. However, something was very wrong and  terribly incomplete, to our way of thinking.

A Colourful Life

by Chinmay Bhandari

Just Imagine for a moment! What if there were no other colours and the world had only been created in black and white? The sky would have not been blue, trees would have not been green and roses would have never been red. What kind of life would it be? Interesting thought, isn’t it?

There are three things in my opinion, which have set the human heart apart from rest of the living beings; Music, words and colours - the three gifts of human life. They are the holy trinity of our expressions. Music is the pronunciation of our emotions. Word is a description and colours are visuals of the emotion. All three of these have their own flair.

One Last Hope...

She stood over the ruins of some city that must have been buzzing with life until some time ago. She picked up the dead flower that lay besides her feet. “What a destruction!” she thought, as she gazed across the horizons. The remains of a once flourishing planet were surrounding her. There was neither a movement nor any trace of life.

As she paused for a while, the events of the past played out there, in front of her eyes. It was a judgement day to say the least. Clouds rained fire, oceans heaved and the planet quaked for once and all. The most developed species were destroyed as were the most primitive forms of life.

 Those poor creatures struggled, they fought back, and they tried their best. However, they were just too small to succeed in conquering their own demise. It took sometime but eventually all of them were gone, wiped out.

Music - The Language Of Every Heart

By Chinmay Bhandari


It has been ages since humanity has evolved into what it is today. From the attraction of wheel to exploring skies above, the journey has been secular and mufti-faceted.


One thing however, remained constant along with the indigenous curiosity, which is a wish to express oneself. We, humans have searched for thousands of ways to express ourselves.


Every form of art, every type of sport has been conceived for that same reason. One form however rose above all others and remained the integral part of life, that form is Music.