vedaksh
@thevedaksh.bsky.social
Philosophy | Poetry | Humour ✍️
exploring big ideas, crafting lyrical verse, and trying to make sense of the chaos (with a few good jokes).
exploring big ideas, crafting lyrical verse, and trying to make sense of the chaos (with a few good jokes).
Story Untold
I love to write, stories untold,
They start with questions,
then gradually unfold.
I tried publishing;
they remain unsold,
And that’s why
I call it Story Untold.
I love to write, stories untold,
They start with questions,
then gradually unfold.
I tried publishing;
they remain unsold,
And that’s why
I call it Story Untold.
January 14, 2026 at 3:43 AM
Story Untold
I love to write, stories untold,
They start with questions,
then gradually unfold.
I tried publishing;
they remain unsold,
And that’s why
I call it Story Untold.
I love to write, stories untold,
They start with questions,
then gradually unfold.
I tried publishing;
they remain unsold,
And that’s why
I call it Story Untold.
where are they now
the crowns we swore we'd wear?
were they ever real
or just stories we told
while standing still?
where we are
and where we were
separated only by the lie
that we were moving
#Philosophy #Lost
the crowns we swore we'd wear?
were they ever real
or just stories we told
while standing still?
where we are
and where we were
separated only by the lie
that we were moving
#Philosophy #Lost
January 8, 2026 at 11:29 AM
where are they now
the crowns we swore we'd wear?
were they ever real
or just stories we told
while standing still?
where we are
and where we were
separated only by the lie
that we were moving
#Philosophy #Lost
the crowns we swore we'd wear?
were they ever real
or just stories we told
while standing still?
where we are
and where we were
separated only by the lie
that we were moving
#Philosophy #Lost
a ticket costs hundreds
a book costs ten
yet somehow the pages
carry you to places
planes can't reach
into minds, into centuries
into versions of yourself
you didn't know existed
#Books #Philosophy
a book costs ten
yet somehow the pages
carry you to places
planes can't reach
into minds, into centuries
into versions of yourself
you didn't know existed
#Books #Philosophy
January 8, 2026 at 5:06 AM
a ticket costs hundreds
a book costs ten
yet somehow the pages
carry you to places
planes can't reach
into minds, into centuries
into versions of yourself
you didn't know existed
#Books #Philosophy
a book costs ten
yet somehow the pages
carry you to places
planes can't reach
into minds, into centuries
into versions of yourself
you didn't know existed
#Books #Philosophy
unread shelves
the spines we skip say more
than highlighted pages ever could
we're all running from mirrors
disguised as paperbacks
#Philosophy #Books
the spines we skip say more
than highlighted pages ever could
we're all running from mirrors
disguised as paperbacks
#Philosophy #Books
January 3, 2026 at 7:34 AM
unread shelves
the spines we skip say more
than highlighted pages ever could
we're all running from mirrors
disguised as paperbacks
#Philosophy #Books
the spines we skip say more
than highlighted pages ever could
we're all running from mirrors
disguised as paperbacks
#Philosophy #Books
new year's loop
we start with hope, bright and clean
then disappointment creeps between
self-pity whispers "you're the same"
forgiveness says "let's try again"
#NewYear #Philosophy
we start with hope, bright and clean
then disappointment creeps between
self-pity whispers "you're the same"
forgiveness says "let's try again"
#NewYear #Philosophy
January 1, 2026 at 6:18 PM
new year's loop
we start with hope, bright and clean
then disappointment creeps between
self-pity whispers "you're the same"
forgiveness says "let's try again"
#NewYear #Philosophy
we start with hope, bright and clean
then disappointment creeps between
self-pity whispers "you're the same"
forgiveness says "let's try again"
#NewYear #Philosophy
moving slow still counts as moving
better to crawl forward
than sprint in circles
progress isn't pretty
it's just showing up
one stubborn step at a time
#BuildInPublic #Progress
better to crawl forward
than sprint in circles
progress isn't pretty
it's just showing up
one stubborn step at a time
#BuildInPublic #Progress
December 28, 2025 at 12:40 PM
moving slow still counts as moving
better to crawl forward
than sprint in circles
progress isn't pretty
it's just showing up
one stubborn step at a time
#BuildInPublic #Progress
better to crawl forward
than sprint in circles
progress isn't pretty
it's just showing up
one stubborn step at a time
#BuildInPublic #Progress
We walk old scripts.
Even rebellion
follows a pattern.
But these worn paths
show us what matters
we find ourselves
not by escaping,
but by noticing
which lines feel real.
Even rebellion
follows a pattern.
But these worn paths
show us what matters
we find ourselves
not by escaping,
but by noticing
which lines feel real.
December 27, 2025 at 7:16 PM
We walk old scripts.
Even rebellion
follows a pattern.
But these worn paths
show us what matters
we find ourselves
not by escaping,
but by noticing
which lines feel real.
Even rebellion
follows a pattern.
But these worn paths
show us what matters
we find ourselves
not by escaping,
but by noticing
which lines feel real.
december 26th
the tree's still lit
but nobody's looking anymore
we spent weeks building toward yesterday
and woke up today with nothing left to want
the wrapping paper in the bin
knows more about endings than we do
#Christmas
the tree's still lit
but nobody's looking anymore
we spent weeks building toward yesterday
and woke up today with nothing left to want
the wrapping paper in the bin
knows more about endings than we do
#Christmas
December 26, 2025 at 12:13 PM
december 26th
the tree's still lit
but nobody's looking anymore
we spent weeks building toward yesterday
and woke up today with nothing left to want
the wrapping paper in the bin
knows more about endings than we do
#Christmas
the tree's still lit
but nobody's looking anymore
we spent weeks building toward yesterday
and woke up today with nothing left to want
the wrapping paper in the bin
knows more about endings than we do
#Christmas
the confetti settled into silence
and we're all pretending
the calendar turning means something
but hope's a stubborn thing
shows up anyway
even when we know better
#Philosophy #HNY
and we're all pretending
the calendar turning means something
but hope's a stubborn thing
shows up anyway
even when we know better
#Philosophy #HNY
December 26, 2025 at 6:20 AM
the confetti settled into silence
and we're all pretending
the calendar turning means something
but hope's a stubborn thing
shows up anyway
even when we know better
#Philosophy #HNY
and we're all pretending
the calendar turning means something
but hope's a stubborn thing
shows up anyway
even when we know better
#Philosophy #HNY
eighteen strangers carry my words now
in pockets full of forgotten tabs
we're all just looking for proof
we're not shouting into nothing
come be the nineteenth echo
in this beautiful, lonely experiment
#BuildInPublic #WritingCommunity
in pockets full of forgotten tabs
we're all just looking for proof
we're not shouting into nothing
come be the nineteenth echo
in this beautiful, lonely experiment
#BuildInPublic #WritingCommunity
December 23, 2025 at 7:16 PM
eighteen strangers carry my words now
in pockets full of forgotten tabs
we're all just looking for proof
we're not shouting into nothing
come be the nineteenth echo
in this beautiful, lonely experiment
#BuildInPublic #WritingCommunity
in pockets full of forgotten tabs
we're all just looking for proof
we're not shouting into nothing
come be the nineteenth echo
in this beautiful, lonely experiment
#BuildInPublic #WritingCommunity
I crossed paths with the person I used to be.
He moved like he was apologizing to the air.
His hopes stayed small enough to hide in his hands.
He mistook stillness for safety.
I didn’t turn back when he watched me leave.
Some versions of us are meant to be survived.
He moved like he was apologizing to the air.
His hopes stayed small enough to hide in his hands.
He mistook stillness for safety.
I didn’t turn back when he watched me leave.
Some versions of us are meant to be survived.
December 23, 2025 at 6:59 AM
I crossed paths with the person I used to be.
He moved like he was apologizing to the air.
His hopes stayed small enough to hide in his hands.
He mistook stillness for safety.
I didn’t turn back when he watched me leave.
Some versions of us are meant to be survived.
He moved like he was apologizing to the air.
His hopes stayed small enough to hide in his hands.
He mistook stillness for safety.
I didn’t turn back when he watched me leave.
Some versions of us are meant to be survived.
everyone's chasing extraordinary
while i'm here making peace
with being forgettable
turns out it takes guts
to stop performing greatness
to let yourself be ordinary
and still believe you matter
maybe average is just honest
and honest is the rarest thing we've got
#BuildInPublic #RealTalk
while i'm here making peace
with being forgettable
turns out it takes guts
to stop performing greatness
to let yourself be ordinary
and still believe you matter
maybe average is just honest
and honest is the rarest thing we've got
#BuildInPublic #RealTalk
December 21, 2025 at 6:24 PM
everyone's chasing extraordinary
while i'm here making peace
with being forgettable
turns out it takes guts
to stop performing greatness
to let yourself be ordinary
and still believe you matter
maybe average is just honest
and honest is the rarest thing we've got
#BuildInPublic #RealTalk
while i'm here making peace
with being forgettable
turns out it takes guts
to stop performing greatness
to let yourself be ordinary
and still believe you matter
maybe average is just honest
and honest is the rarest thing we've got
#BuildInPublic #RealTalk
discipline isn't motivation's louder cousin
it's the quiet betrayal of how you feel
moving when the body votes no
showing up when the mind's already left
it's choosing the hard thing
before your thoughts negotiate you out of it
action first, excuses never
#Discipline #BuildInPublic
it's the quiet betrayal of how you feel
moving when the body votes no
showing up when the mind's already left
it's choosing the hard thing
before your thoughts negotiate you out of it
action first, excuses never
#Discipline #BuildInPublic
December 19, 2025 at 3:28 PM
discipline isn't motivation's louder cousin
it's the quiet betrayal of how you feel
moving when the body votes no
showing up when the mind's already left
it's choosing the hard thing
before your thoughts negotiate you out of it
action first, excuses never
#Discipline #BuildInPublic
it's the quiet betrayal of how you feel
moving when the body votes no
showing up when the mind's already left
it's choosing the hard thing
before your thoughts negotiate you out of it
action first, excuses never
#Discipline #BuildInPublic
death's patient, it'll wait
no need to rehearse the end
so why are we practicing stillness
when we could be failing loudly?
the grave's permanent enough
let's be reckless while we breathe
#Philosophy #LiveNow
no need to rehearse the end
so why are we practicing stillness
when we could be failing loudly?
the grave's permanent enough
let's be reckless while we breathe
#Philosophy #LiveNow
December 18, 2025 at 6:55 PM
death's patient, it'll wait
no need to rehearse the end
so why are we practicing stillness
when we could be failing loudly?
the grave's permanent enough
let's be reckless while we breathe
#Philosophy #LiveNow
no need to rehearse the end
so why are we practicing stillness
when we could be failing loudly?
the grave's permanent enough
let's be reckless while we breathe
#Philosophy #LiveNow
Why can't we grant a suffering child the mercy of silence?
Because we are human.
Why can't we share our wealth, live without war?
Because we are human.
The same answer that stops our cruelest mercy
permits our cruelest indifference.
Because we are human.
Why can't we share our wealth, live without war?
Because we are human.
The same answer that stops our cruelest mercy
permits our cruelest indifference.
December 16, 2025 at 7:35 PM
Why can't we grant a suffering child the mercy of silence?
Because we are human.
Why can't we share our wealth, live without war?
Because we are human.
The same answer that stops our cruelest mercy
permits our cruelest indifference.
Because we are human.
Why can't we share our wealth, live without war?
Because we are human.
The same answer that stops our cruelest mercy
permits our cruelest indifference.
another week survived
another chance to pretend
i'll do it differently this time
the coffee tastes the same
the doubts taste familiar too
but here we are – breathing, building, trying
maybe that's enough for now
another chance to pretend
i'll do it differently this time
the coffee tastes the same
the doubts taste familiar too
but here we are – breathing, building, trying
maybe that's enough for now
December 14, 2025 at 4:06 PM
another week survived
another chance to pretend
i'll do it differently this time
the coffee tastes the same
the doubts taste familiar too
but here we are – breathing, building, trying
maybe that's enough for now
another chance to pretend
i'll do it differently this time
the coffee tastes the same
the doubts taste familiar too
but here we are – breathing, building, trying
maybe that's enough for now
last night i flew through code
that wrote itself in colors
my dead grandpa said "git push"
and it made perfect sense
woke up and it all dissolved
like sugar in rain
we spend a third of life
in worlds that vanish
the moment we remember them
#Dreams #Philosophy
that wrote itself in colors
my dead grandpa said "git push"
and it made perfect sense
woke up and it all dissolved
like sugar in rain
we spend a third of life
in worlds that vanish
the moment we remember them
#Dreams #Philosophy
December 14, 2025 at 3:57 AM
last night i flew through code
that wrote itself in colors
my dead grandpa said "git push"
and it made perfect sense
woke up and it all dissolved
like sugar in rain
we spend a third of life
in worlds that vanish
the moment we remember them
#Dreams #Philosophy
that wrote itself in colors
my dead grandpa said "git push"
and it made perfect sense
woke up and it all dissolved
like sugar in rain
we spend a third of life
in worlds that vanish
the moment we remember them
#Dreams #Philosophy
tell them i said no
tell them i'm staying right here
in this familiar cage i built
change is just fear
wearing a different face
and at least i know this pain
easier to drown in shallow water
than swim toward something unknown
tell them i'm staying right here
in this familiar cage i built
change is just fear
wearing a different face
and at least i know this pain
easier to drown in shallow water
than swim toward something unknown
December 12, 2025 at 7:38 AM
tell them i said no
tell them i'm staying right here
in this familiar cage i built
change is just fear
wearing a different face
and at least i know this pain
easier to drown in shallow water
than swim toward something unknown
tell them i'm staying right here
in this familiar cage i built
change is just fear
wearing a different face
and at least i know this pain
easier to drown in shallow water
than swim toward something unknown
notebooks full of first chapters
projects named "final_final_v3"
dreams i swore i'd chase tomorrow
we're all graveyards of almost
carrying ghosts of who we meant to become
but maybe starting is enough
even if finishing never comes
#UnfinishedBusiness
projects named "final_final_v3"
dreams i swore i'd chase tomorrow
we're all graveyards of almost
carrying ghosts of who we meant to become
but maybe starting is enough
even if finishing never comes
#UnfinishedBusiness
December 12, 2025 at 3:58 AM
notebooks full of first chapters
projects named "final_final_v3"
dreams i swore i'd chase tomorrow
we're all graveyards of almost
carrying ghosts of who we meant to become
but maybe starting is enough
even if finishing never comes
#UnfinishedBusiness
projects named "final_final_v3"
dreams i swore i'd chase tomorrow
we're all graveyards of almost
carrying ghosts of who we meant to become
but maybe starting is enough
even if finishing never comes
#UnfinishedBusiness
i kept asking if i was good enough
kept waiting for someone to say "now"
the silence wasn't rejection
it was the answer
nobody's coming to save you
from your own hesitation
kept waiting for someone to say "now"
the silence wasn't rejection
it was the answer
nobody's coming to save you
from your own hesitation
December 11, 2025 at 5:23 PM
i kept asking if i was good enough
kept waiting for someone to say "now"
the silence wasn't rejection
it was the answer
nobody's coming to save you
from your own hesitation
kept waiting for someone to say "now"
the silence wasn't rejection
it was the answer
nobody's coming to save you
from your own hesitation
the last time you created something for no reason
everything needs a purpose now
a metric, a goal, an audience
i miss making things badly
just to see what happens
no portfolio, no post
just the quiet joy of mess
when did we forget
that play is how we learn to breathe?
#BuildInPublic #Create
everything needs a purpose now
a metric, a goal, an audience
i miss making things badly
just to see what happens
no portfolio, no post
just the quiet joy of mess
when did we forget
that play is how we learn to breathe?
#BuildInPublic #Create
December 11, 2025 at 6:56 AM
the last time you created something for no reason
everything needs a purpose now
a metric, a goal, an audience
i miss making things badly
just to see what happens
no portfolio, no post
just the quiet joy of mess
when did we forget
that play is how we learn to breathe?
#BuildInPublic #Create
everything needs a purpose now
a metric, a goal, an audience
i miss making things badly
just to see what happens
no portfolio, no post
just the quiet joy of mess
when did we forget
that play is how we learn to breathe?
#BuildInPublic #Create
i remember boredom
the kind that made you think
not scroll
who was i when silence
wasn't something to fix?
guess i'll never know
that kid's buried under notifications
and i don't remember where
#Philosophy #BuildInPublic
the kind that made you think
not scroll
who was i when silence
wasn't something to fix?
guess i'll never know
that kid's buried under notifications
and i don't remember where
#Philosophy #BuildInPublic
December 10, 2025 at 2:33 AM
i remember boredom
the kind that made you think
not scroll
who was i when silence
wasn't something to fix?
guess i'll never know
that kid's buried under notifications
and i don't remember where
#Philosophy #BuildInPublic
the kind that made you think
not scroll
who was i when silence
wasn't something to fix?
guess i'll never know
that kid's buried under notifications
and i don't remember where
#Philosophy #BuildInPublic
On Conviction
I called them fools once,
those who thought that way.
Now they've turned their coats,
rewritten their own stories,
and wear the word "smart" like a badge.
Should we follow suit?
Should we dance to their tune?
I called them fools once,
those who thought that way.
Now they've turned their coats,
rewritten their own stories,
and wear the word "smart" like a badge.
Should we follow suit?
Should we dance to their tune?
December 9, 2025 at 3:36 PM
On Conviction
I called them fools once,
those who thought that way.
Now they've turned their coats,
rewritten their own stories,
and wear the word "smart" like a badge.
Should we follow suit?
Should we dance to their tune?
I called them fools once,
those who thought that way.
Now they've turned their coats,
rewritten their own stories,
and wear the word "smart" like a badge.
Should we follow suit?
Should we dance to their tune?
the weight of unread messages
every notification a world i owe attention to
every silence a relationship slowly dying in my pocket
we drown not in water but in unopened care
#Philosophy #BuildInPublic
every notification a world i owe attention to
every silence a relationship slowly dying in my pocket
we drown not in water but in unopened care
#Philosophy #BuildInPublic
December 9, 2025 at 3:58 AM
the weight of unread messages
every notification a world i owe attention to
every silence a relationship slowly dying in my pocket
we drown not in water but in unopened care
#Philosophy #BuildInPublic
every notification a world i owe attention to
every silence a relationship slowly dying in my pocket
we drown not in water but in unopened care
#Philosophy #BuildInPublic