Tuesday, 19 July 2016

How Amazing This Life Is,

For a moment you want something.
The other moment you want to run hard;
Discard it.
As if it never was the thing that you ever wanted.
You ever wished for?
Like really?
Is that what we look ourselves up to?
Or is it just another of our everyday illusions.
Call it just illusion or the reality you weren't aware of.
Every time,
Every moment,
It teaches something.
Something that wasn't known before,
Something which you always wanted to know about yourself.
After all,
In this life,
What we seek ain't the approval of others.
Our approval for ourselves.
The only person who happens to be accountable for you,
Your actions;
Your decisions;
Your choices;
Won't be that guy across that narrow bridge.
The one who happens to be reading this piece of writing.
At this very moment.

Just hope that we grow up to realise that this world is as amazing as this piece of writing.

Sunday, 8 May 2016

About those nights

when you are tired and awake.
To seek,
Is a sin,
We all are bound to make.
With all the thunders inside our cores.
Come out,
For once;
And strike a bolt.
It is in the moment, 
You hear something;
You somewhat fear the most.
Right in that oblivion,
It finds you a home.
A place which you once couldn't remember;
Had in its space still reserved a dome,
For you,
Asking myself after all this time,
Is it for real a sin and a crime.
Sing a song. 
Holding our fists tight for too long.
With all the sweat going down our palms.
That was the last time,
When you were right there in my arms,
Right there,
There in,
My arms.
With the blink of an eye,
All of it vanished in a dream.
It appeared no less than a sour milk with a cream.
That was the last time,
Where and when the culprits were found;
Other than that,
 They were forbidden to be around.
With all being said,
With all being done.
It was the last time when,
The mind hymned what the soul had sung.
And ever,
May it be known,
It wasn't a sin 
To walk with what's your own.
And forever,
It may never be unknown,
It is a crime,
To be lost in a place which you call your

Wednesday, 24 February 2016

To all of those who taught us well,

Stood by our sides,
and watched us learn.
I respect you all irrespective of what all you've ever taught me.
If we talk about the knowledge and awareness that 
We have had till now;
It's evident that 
the students were exposed to
 nearly nothing or anything concrete.
Responsibility of which shall lie on
our own mighty shoulders. 
Remembering all of those times whenever 
our Lighthouses,
Enlightened us with certain readings,
Be them academic or for muse.
There's this thing which was obvious that,
The Lighthouse holds plethora of 
universally conspired illumination,
which can guide all of those ships 
And even boats 
that it may come across.
Now is the time,
Let's just get this straight
We are walking down a lane.
That lane,
Where there's a well of wisdom;
Wherein you can choose 
whatever you may want to
Only one drop of it at a time.
And that's not it...
You must also know,
Well is all the time up-to the brim
Overflowing with knowledge,
And it is that over flow 
which makes the entire herd 
go berserk...
For the fear of fearing 
the loss of relevance,
Is too much for you to take.
And the value..
of course not the value;
because it's the quantity 
interests you more.
The quality which is of value recognition
lies somewhere
in the dungeons deep.
It is this peculiar fear 
which makes you end up with
Literary nothing.
Let's rejoice!
There are some 
who may till a stretch of time,
Mark those goal-spots with little 
or simply no idea of the why's and how's of that entire journey.
For them,
All the links and loops belong right there in your vicinity's circus.
As what they want to do is,
Hoard it all.
Be it anything
By that I mean everything.
That's so simple,
Such a juxtapose of smart hoarding
footprint mapping,
is very often proclaimed
 as the sole aim of the life.
Where you try to foresee the path;
You already know where you will be going.
And by my above statement,
You are simply not entitled to assume 
I'm praising that far-sightedness.
What you must know,
is not the path which might lead you
A belief that
What all you seek somewhere out there
rests right there
in your own selves.
And that is what
I assure you with,
Is enough for you to customise your own path.
You know,
It's just perfectly fine
to update to the latest format of your dictionaries.
it's just not okay
To stay blindfolded on that entire journey.
True wisdom is in knowing
Knowledge in it's free spirits
takes the shape of any container,
you may want to mould it in.
My friend,
When it's about the wisdom;
Which so many of the path-walkers want to take.
It's better,
You start digging your own WiZz well.
For true spirits of wisdom 
are in knowing the fact
it's like the wisp,
You believe it
only when you've seen it.
Until then,
It's all fiction.

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

If you would ask me

The reason for why 
I would like to kiss my beloved on New Year's Eve,

Is that I myself don't know.
May be,
It's a culture.
May be,
That's just a gesture to ensure that
 You two are you ideally in love
With each other.
Whatever the case may be,
My reasons shall never entwine with them cases.
For the love we share hasn't been moulded with inspiration.
It's profound,
One of its own kind.
It's seamless,
Boundless and wonderful.
We ourselves aren't aware with its leaps and bounds.
How is it even possible to define a gesture That
Itself is inspired from love.
A midnight kiss,
On New Year's Eve;
Would hold a significance a lot deeper than Your favourite tattoo.
It's a way my better half shall know that
 The love which seams in my veins is the same eat that thumps in her heart.
A deep midnight kiss would be assurance that we two are as special as that shooting star which illuminates the sky in that very same way
we'll be enlightening our deeper selves.
Those selves which were stranded,
Unknown and then
Found by you.
A New Year's midnight kiss,
is going to be our forever.
Our promise,
Where and when
We shall embark our new journey,
With a tint of love on our lips;
And universe in our arms.
For what you mean to me is infinite
and boundless,
There's a profound place in that infinity that we share,
Which would then be defined by our love;
Our kiss.
My beloved,
To be With you in your arms.
Is the universe,
For which I adamantly conspire.

Sunday, 20 December 2015


Have a cup of tea for two.
Don't forget to,
Shudder with words till the venue.
you may know then how important it is to welcome yourself home.
Let me say it again...
Asked to you believe it to be not true.
How much beautiful it is to spend some summers with you.
Yes you; 
my double chinned, 
dove eyed beauty.
When ever you look in that mirror, 
I always forget that it's my duty.
To believe you,
The beautiful you.
The voluptuous you.
The sulky sore,
oh so always forgotten you.
For you may only realise then,
It's never the same sunny day.
The silver lines also have their part to play.
Let's move back in time;
When your mouth was sour and
While cheeks were sublime.
The day...
you ran home and slept with a pillow dried.
I was there with you,
Standing by your side.
That was the time for you to know,
Oh dear, Pumpkin.
My dear munch-kin,
Say hello...
Hello again to the Halloween
It was your lover under the grey sky.
It never made your hollow shell dry.
It was for always, 
an unspoken promise by your bedside.
A culture that made you believe,
Nothing is beautiful but, 
My knight with a corroded armour,
Take that sword out;
And make the realms believe that too.

Tuesday, 29 September 2015

Poor Child.

Let me tell you,
The divine that you hide.
For which is not,
In those skies far above.
For it was;
Has always been;
Within the voices unheard.
Yes dear,
Those four chambers.
Those tamer of sorts.
Who always, 
While you,
Yes mister,
Never mind.
If you,
Lurk being sinister.
What that has been hidden,
Shall find its way back.
No matter,
What happens
You'll find
Your track.
Be your savvy.
You love it enough
To marry.
Don't you ever think,
It'd be a crime.
To live your dream,
While others let it sublime.
For what has always been,
With you.
Is the treasure you confide.
Open your arms,
For once.
And close your eyes, awhile.
For I may,
Take a picture.
A fool reads.
And I, 
Capture his smile.

Wednesday, 8 July 2015

And Then

When you just cannot sleep
Your strings
Hold on
Your dreams
For what all they may promise
Shall be a fa├žade
For nothing in this world 
Has a fixed date
from the cycle of birth 
beyond the wheel of death 
Let me find you a place
Where you'll find 
Heaven and hell
Fasten your strings
As much as you can
You may not
Hold on the things
As per the plan
Take a sip of that coffee
That you always lured
mind you
It's the same 
Topping that you
Wanted to hold
Hold on for the time
Serve you the platter
You ask me 
What's the matter
Never has been such day
When sky was so blue
Ever looked behind the ocean
Him tell you
Who's who?
Just don't ask me
What did you 
Just do
I've always been
Folded blind
Walk along you