Toxic Love

When it was all dark and muddyRains felt dry and bloodyWhen love was to be, felt,It felt like, some plan, shady. Hands felt tied up,Voice all chokedWhat was seen, felt fakeLove was merely at stake. Toxic were the thoughts,Toxic was the emotions displayed,What left was, a bodyWithout heart and soul.

Drown or survive?

Do you know yourself? Really, know the parts of you that remain covered either in dust or behind a curtain, which time to time show up when you are sitting alone in your bedroom in the dark and your anxiety starts kicking in. You don’t know why, but you start feeling a shiver all over...

September Song

As the crowd in the streets fade away, The trees refuse to sway, The child in the park runs his way, Singing the September song in the day. . I watched for long how life turned, Locked in my home with all my wounds burned, Taping and gluing what is left unlearned, Singing the September...

Happy World Book Day

“I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.” ― Groucho Marx Hello readers, Hope you doing well in these days of lock down. One way to beat this lock down, I think is to read a lot. I myself am surely opting...

Happiness on my toes

As the water touched my feet, it took away abit of me. I stood there, in that moment feeling time could be haltedJust me, with me. There were no right or wrong thoughts in my head. No good experiences or bad outcomes weighing my shoulder. No smile or tear tripping off my face.Just me and the sea, talking to each other in silence about...

यादें

ना यादें पुरानी होती है,  ना उनमे बसे मुस्कुराहटें या ज़ख्म, अर्सो बाद भी उन्हें टटोल के देखो तो खुशी भी उतनी ही महसूस होगी, और दर्द भी उतना ही होगा, ना कम ना ज्यादा। क्या कहे अब, यादें है ही ऐसी जगह  जब भी लौटो, वो वैसी की वैसी उन्ही रंगों में लिपटी मिलती है जिनमे...

Poetry is Mesmerizing

Poetry is a magical realm in being.Why am I so mesmerized with it?It sparkles and glows like a night skyAs the sky holds many stories in its awake, so does poetryAnd these stories are the onesof which, some are fictional, imagined to be alive butmany are those, once lived, in bliss,in fear, in hurt, in constant changeThese stories...

Broken

Bruised I was when I found him hovering around the wall, trying to find a way in. The vision was so blur, that I couldn't see for what he was like, as tears clouded my eyes.He knocked, asking if there was a door or at least a window. Screamed for all the necessarymedications he had. Also said he had some cupcakes and icecreams.I could hear all...

Deafening

This time SILENCE had sound a sound that was felt and it didn’t match frequencies with any other sound in the world. So high pitched, piercing, but subtle that, when I sat alone in this SILENCE I appeared to be in peace, to others whereas, I was standing in a room full of alarming noises,...