It’s time again that the fingers dance
as something from within emerges out
It’s time that these little babies
known as words
have finally come out
How much did they get on my nerves
like a kid, oh, so adamant
How much did I feel a void
with a dull blank page
staring at me
yearning for some company
and its imprisonment!

It’s not words maybe that I crave
but this feeling of release that they bring
It’s not the ink to which I cling
but the stream that words flow in.
It’s the rapture,
the intense emotions that they capture.
It’s when mind feels rested while doing its work
It’s when a nudge is all I need and have
It’s when all I remember is a gush.
When similes and metaphors flash in mind
and the movie of life is set to rewind
it is then when I welcome my friends back
and keep them forever on this page,
knowing how they love being in this cage!
Free, and alive like fresh love in air.
Filled with pure bliss and nothing else to spare!



Bidding adieu to the nights of sorrow,
she walks ahead embracing tomorrow
A small spark of courage it was
that made her into fire.
Burning away barriers,
She walks free.
Unveiling all myths
from her eyes,
now filled with rage,
dancing in flames,
out of the cage,
She walks free.

Those wings are meant to fly!

When you fall from a great height,
it brings you a storm of fear.
But, how sad would it be,
to not fly
when you have wings
and the sky’s clear?

Your falls weren’t to hurt you
or to break you from within,
but, they happened instead,
to impart strength and protect,
they were to help you win!

So when you see your lesions,
don’t be sad, don’t you drop a tear.
For they have brought the valuable lessons,
that have made your journey
so bright, sweet and clear.

Butterflies emerged from chrysalis,
and pearls first lived in shells.
It’s in times of struggles, that
real learning dwells.

So when in life,
fear blocks your path,
just remember how you’ve made through,
trust yourself, and remember
It’s ok to stagger a bit,
what matters is that you didn’t stop!
It’s ok to have some scars
as an honour of the challenges you got through
before you reached the top!

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Is This About You?

Here’s to the people
who are transparent like glass
the chatterboxes, the candid ones
who everyone knows and everyone has.
They are the ones,
who laugh, until their bellies hurt.
All the stories in their hearts,
they can simply blurt.
When sad, they’ll cry in open
When angry, they’ll ruin or run
They will write you simple lines,
and won’t meddle with any pun.
Here’s to the people,
whose tender hearts melt like snow
Here’s to the people,
whose faults always show.
They’ll fill your space
with energy,
but when you feel low,
they’ll listen and talk slow.
They get on your nerves,
and make you mad,
but they hold your hand,
when you are sad.
They perplex you
with how much they care,
and yet, sometimes annoy
and make you glare.
Well, you love and hate them too.
But, no matter what,
they’ll be there for you.
Here’s to these lovely people,
who dare to show themselves,
and not hide beneath the veils.
In their innocence and vulnerability,
their truth reveals.
Keep these people close,
do not let go
They’ll color your life,
for they aren’t black or white,
they are rather a full rainbow!

Stranded “ships”

Aren’t good times a myth,
for they end?
Are the passers by in ones life
entitled to be called a friend?

Don’t all secrets turn
to useless facts,
making those in past,
mere artifacts?

Which bond comes
with a life-time validity?
Does “being in touch”
ensure real proximity?

How does one measure
how close are the hearts
when they could be like neighbours
living so close, and yet so apart?

What measures the reason
for damp eyes
How to tell if it’s joy
or the silent cries?

What tells that the smiles are real?
If everything’s about just the times
Don’t we all die a million times
before we say goodbye for real?

We’re all flying..
like kites in the sky
Forgetting what for..?

We laugh within limits
and cry when we must
We shake hands as a norm
And interact
like its a ritual to perform.

In all this
where are we gone?

How do we trust
when its ourselves
that we deceive..?
How do we just be..
with nothing else to sieve..?

Slow down a bit!

Don’t you be be so swift
that you forget this life is a gift!

Be full of love for each and every moment
or at the end, you will only lament.

Be apathetic to the periods of strife
It will groom you to be a kinder soul
which is one part of your role.

Look back when happiness sways you ahead,
so that sweet blessings you don’t forget

Have the imprints of beauty on your mind
when rough waves wash away good times like sand.

Trust and smile, today and every day.
Try living your life, like you only had today.


Rains are just the same,
But their sounds
Don’t refresh me anymore.
Moon is still there waiting
But I don’t even remember
seeing it anymore.
Those songs that I sang
when I used to be carefree
Only remind me of a time
that has now passed.
I have all what used to make me happy
but the happiness is missing.
It seems there are no fads left to consume.
Nothing excites me anymore.
Present is just a variable
To hold values of future.
I even forgot what it used to be like
when I used to be me.
I fear what if someday
I don’t even feel nostalgic anymore?