Young Love

I suffer when I return to young love. It doesn’t know how to let go, it doesn’t know any difference of codependency and conscious self. It just knows its wants, needs, hopes and expectations. I embrace that young one in its bubble of young love and fill her with fluid mirrors that reveal its inside. To show her what she want to feel forever is really constant presence of self as gifted love Rupika Moitra

Treehouse of Self

Psychology makes it sound too hard - Self actualisation. I have a simple plan for me: one action you gravitate towards that will make future happy. No strive One action that will be cashed in future. If you treat the future self as a loved one, it will be easier to give. Give it muscle strength, richness of literature, mental awareness, gift of flow through writing, nurturing in nature. All actions to feel satisfied that you added enough in your strength jar

Extraordinarily You

If you detach and allow the world to see you, really see you - not the collected intellectual assumptions of self picked from your surroundings, your culture, the world at present, not your gathered sensory hints of self, not your perceptions formed on recycled philosophies that are redundant with change, not even your memories of... Continue Reading →


Love never gets ticked off from our ‘TO GET’ list. We have strong memory of receiving it. Lack is only felt because you know what abundance felt like. Missing is only known to you, if presence was experienced first. We have received before, we can summon it again... Rupika Moitra

Seeking The Subtle

Seeked the Ether before? Or stumbled on the juice accidentally. Let’s make a promise to the new moon to be present and ready. It will pass us this cycle, let’s wait in stillness

Plain old artistic doodle

Someone tied the artist’s mind And trapped it inside egoic marketplace The ego’s orb allowed circling only around worldly shifting goalpost. The artist hid and doodled dreams of fantastical accomplishments OF finishing the story that continues to grow Still fantasising of those swirly ‘times of flow’ This artist that had touched the ether Lingering remembrance... Continue Reading →


Mind: Listen closely to what it says, slow the pace and pay attention. Then you can have a say Rupika Moitra

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