Can we talk? Because I want to. Staying alive has become difficult In the last few months. At last, I am at your refuge. Can we have a conversation? Because I want to Confide in you, The nightmare I have been through. There is no one whom I trust Except you. There was a time… Continue reading Can We Talk?
The navy blue sock hung lifelessly Upon my parched palm And soaked in the copious tears, Silently running down my eyes. Poor little sock, it’s not his fault. Indeed, what a fool I was. Santa Claus doesn’t exist. Not that I ever believed in it, And I laughed at those who ardently Made their Christmas… Continue reading The Empty Sock
Lying flat upon the dew filled grass In a moonless night, I gaze at the innumerable silent stars overhead And wonder At our complicated connection. Why me? The world is more than enough. Pretty faces and charming smiles, Fluttering like lovely fairies everywhere; Outshining in every facet that God has bequest Upon his beautiful creation… Continue reading Why Me?
There are certain people in our life Whom we call friends. Funny little family they form Which keeps on growing Right from the day when you snatched their crayons Till there is nothing left to fill in the colours. Some entertain you. For others, you are the entertainment. Some can't live through their day without… Continue reading Simply Friends
The car sped Through the concrete by-lanes. My head hung low upon the side window Soaking in the familiar breeze Which gushed like spirited stream Across the city. Yes, I was back. To my haven. Not even once did I dare To take my eyes off the view. At the back of my mind The… Continue reading The Comeback
Some secrets Are meant to be kept secrets. While others Are meant to be discovered. For they define you. Your existence. I have a box. A black box. Filled with human essentials. Inner desires. Nameless fears. Teenage crushes. Rigorous conventions. Queer habits. Of others, not mine. They are safe in it, I know. For the… Continue reading The Secret Keeper
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick. Never am I tired, never I fall sick. Some have two, others have three. My hands go merry-go-round but not in a hurry. Second is first, followed by minute and hour. Time is precious; to show it is an honour. Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick. Never… Continue reading The Clock
I stare hard At those angry smudges on whiteness. My eyes spot a two and a seven. Defending heartbeats threaten to betray me. I look across, beyond seven. Is it five? It looks funny. Or? No, it isn't. And I could no longer hear the heartbeats. I step on the purple cap as I enter… Continue reading The Letter
It is not easy to become a poet; To express your thoughts on a piece of paper. To grope for words well crafted. To live and breathe your passion every single moment. I would spend hours and hours. Erratic deliberations kept hovering in my mind. Inscribing your tangled psyche in a few lines Was as… Continue reading Being A Poet
Long long ago deep into a forest Once lived a spotted animal Whose tiny neck and shapeless jaw Made his life miserable. Teased by all, pitied by some, The poor beast had no escape. ‘Even a tortoise neck is longer than mine!’ He lamented upon his unfortunate fate. Fed up with the inattention, the forlorn… Continue reading The Tug of War