I sit down every day To write a few lines About the weather and the sky, About the strangers driving on the road, About the stone cold tea, About you. I sit down and I open my blank journal Whose stark pages hold more stories than my mind could ever store, Of the morning mist that… Continue reading The Blank Journal
The kingdom of hopes Was unlike any of the places Where you or I have ever been. It was where dreams were sold In exchange of hopes. The seller was the king of the land And the buyer was a little girl. Alas, the king soon ran out of dreams to sell. The pristine clouds… Continue reading The Kingdom of Hopes
You are the other woman In my man's life. And yet, I don't find it strange To love you. Nor does my heart burn With agony To accept you As my man’s new muse. It is strange That we are pretty amicable And aren't ruffled by each other’s presence In the same room, Sometimes, on… Continue reading The Other Woman
Entry for Reflections-Dhruva Y.E.S. Poetry Writing Competition, 2012. The theme was 'Good and Bad Habits: How do they affect a student?' Won a consolation prize for the same. You stand aloof At the juncture of adolescence And stare ahead, At the two little shops a few meters away. One selling pudding and honey dipped toffee;… Continue reading A Little More of Sugar, A Little Less of Salt
The wooden door swings open To a sight of two neatly kept empty beds While the third one is subjected To an unkind treatment As you unceremoniously dump your things on it. Headphones set, You put on your favorite song On a repeat And croon in soft whispers, Remebering those times When you and your… Continue reading Miss Lonely’s Lonesome Scribbles
It takes just a smile And two kind words For two strangers To become friends. For us, a borrowed pen And a couple of jokes Was more than enough. As the sands of time slipped by, Gags were shared And secrets spilled over the brim. But one fine day, everything went wrong. Who was the… Continue reading Why Aren’t We Strangers?
I scribbled the following lines which were supposed to describe 'Sohini Sarkar' during the Induction Program of my internship at Samsung India Software Operations Pvt. Ltd. Did I do justice to myself? My name spells music And my fingers carve for a wooden reek. Blessed with two 'vampire' teeth, A happy life is all that… Continue reading The Internship Poem
A dash of zeal, a bucket full of mischief. A splash of liveliness, a burst of ecstasy. A handful of colours, oodles of happiness. A bunch of unrecognizable faces. A show of special hair streaks. As soon as you step out Neat and fresh, The world around you moves In a frenzied blur And before… Continue reading Bura Na Mano Aaj Holi Hai!
Once upon a time When the sky look a perfect blue And the trees swayed rhythmically, playfully flirting with the soulful breeze, Life was indeed very beautiful. Quite a few witty gossips And a lot of ridiculous pranks; With you, time flew away in a whisper. Without you, every moment seemed like an eternity. All… Continue reading Once Upon A Time
It's been just a few hours Since you left. As my feet drag me through the door, The smell of unfinished noodles Waft out of the dining room And hit me like a jolt. I can see the shining handle of the fork, Peeping out of the barrage of dried-up spaghetti. You ate so little,… Continue reading Since You Left…