When the shimmering beams of sunlight,

Traces its way down,

To the vicinity of their world,

Lightens up her face with the morning beauty,

She curls up in his arms,

To hide an unexpected disturbance.


To her wonder,

He holds her in a curious warm embrace,

Like a kid,

Holding on his favourite toy,

As if to allow no one,

To take her away even in those unconscious moments.


Giving away her chastity,

She hasn’t lost but gained a world she had never dreamed before.

A world where,

He stays, she lives.

A place where,

He says, she materializes.

A room where,

He orders, she pursues.

A time when,

He departs, she cries.

An abode where,

He loves, she worships.


The moment when she gazed at herself in the mirror,

She discovers how his touch has glistened every bit of her.

How his care has adorned her existence,

How his ethereal love has enamoured her disposition.

At this juncture,

She cannot help but smile,

And thank the lord,

To embed a gem forever in her life.



Gifts of Life


Start your day,
With a beautiful way.
Poking the worries,
Which beside you lay.

Trespassing your life,
Enough of strife,
Caused you anxiety,
Now live with some pride.

Music is here,
To inspire and exonerate.
Friendship is here,
Feel retired and orate.

Happiness from every direction is calling,
Travel the world for futile meaning,
Live your moments,
Without looking for apparent feelings.

Destiny has played its role,
To calm and console.
Pick up the beads,
Let’s go on a stroll.

*Dedicated to my Mentor ¬†ūüėČ


My Mirror


Your heart is a mirror,

Where I discover a reflection of my soul.Like a vagabond in a chimerical world,

I was fond of daydreams.

You turned those loony dreams,
To a direction where,
Those dreams became ideas.
Yes, darling you are the mirror who informed me,
‘Let your words be few, And exposures many.
When you close your eyes,
I feel my soul is sealed,
When you look away,
My actuality is squandered,
Your dismay,
Taints my reality and causes,
Disunion of the reflection.


Walking in the streets
I feel should I retreat..
The steps once taken dauntlessly,
Now feels burdened to move further.

Melancholy, Agony and Dejection
Are companions for the path to go on.
The woe is not them,
But the loneliness that follows back,
Brings back the memories turned to dust.

They say it true
Between what is said and not meant,
And what is meant and not said,
Most of love is lost.

Part of grief is
The loss of certainty
That things will be as they have been.

To Mother


Dear mother,

Have never got a chance to see you, but this one is for you.



For the months,

You tended me inside you,

Safe, unhurt and sheltered,

For the times,

I unknowingly hit your womb,

I bow in front of you to hoist a burden like me.



There is a bond between a daughter and a mother,

Which for my life, I could not bring together.

Mother, till now I have never thought of you.

It’s the first time ever,

I’m truly craving for you to be here,

To hold my hand, to kiss my forehead, to wipe my tears,

Just like they do for all others.


So many things, Mom, I miss,

Your gentle hug and the tender kiss.

I can only imagine,

It must be an absolute bliss.


Wish you a Happy Mother’s Day


Lies we told…


The lies we told
As if to behold
The moment which is spent
Not much is left
For us to repent.

Quite shiny it looks from outside
Gestures of these young lovers.
Hiding, are they?
Or just acting under cover.

Tracing the steps of love
Follows hatred to its door.
Perceived it to have died,
Causes the removal,
Of sentiments from the core.

Once together and entwined,
Heart ceases to live, to crave and to be satiated.
And that my friend,
Causes the love to be a liability.














Man asked God,

Why people embed their beliefs in something unseen,

Something which might not be true?

And can always count on you?


God answered,

A man’s instincts and convictions are stronger than the hard times he faces.

These instincts are the reason,

I get an advantage which might seem undue. 


The man then asked,

Why impulses and intuitions invade the reason?

God replied,

Rationality is man’s quality,

Yet impulses take over as man’s priority!


Man thought for a moment,

Then turns up with another query.

What happens to those who beat the odds,

And make a difference calling destiny a fraud ?


God responded,

“Every age requires heroes like that!”


The man looked up in the sky and pushed another one.

Dark and delusional is your image in my mind.

God now smiled and said,

” I would say trust your reason and do what you feel is right”.


Man then reverberated,

Why do they say you will correct all my mistakes and will never betray?

God responded,

” Yes I do! but for all your deeds you need to pay!

Sometimes sooner, sometimes later,

Things will happen to you,

Depending upon the path you defer to.”




After a while…..












After a while,

people get used to the untold ups and downs.

And learn to pick themselves up

who at the start knew only to frown.


After a while,

Life directs you 

to choose between the two.

And even if you can’t help it

you get the hang of the manner how it works.


After a while

the gaps are widened, 

the expectations left out

and the wounded heart cease to cause any pain.


After a while

people accept their fall

more with their head and not with their forlorn hearts.


After a while

we understand that it’s only us¬†

who can pave a way for our lives

and others are only to dig a grave.


After a while 

we all learn to move on

without having anyone to take your side.

After a while

we understand

someone’s not wanting us

is the beginning of we wanting ourselves.


It’s only after a while

when nothing seems to matter.

Be it an aching heart,

or a chained soul.

And with every goodbye

you learn to get the hold of your life

once and for all.

And you find out how much courage it takes

to go through that door. 






Young, naughty and a little sloppy,

 It was HER.

Informed, concerned but a little cheerless,

It was HIM.

The thing in common,

Was the dent in their hearts,

And the tragedy in their past,

For life has been a little unkind.

Yet, they both kept it moving,

And made peace without being unruly.

Both were like magnets.

Always repellent.

Opposing, fighting, and ever protesting

They continued.

What they often forgot was,

The string that combined them.

A string so strong, so taintless,

That even the hardest of times wouldn’t let it ravel.

A faith that much divine,

Which even the hardest of hours couldn’t convert.

They knew,

No matter how much they have at each other,

Something will always be there.

And that something which was unknown 

Would stick them together.



 Born with the curse of poverty,

In a pit of a Hell,

I never got the chance to dream like,

Everyone else.

Always haunted by the phantom of tomorrow,

I wasn’t allowed to dream,

But was someone who just grow up,

Chasing a gleam.

One fine day, they came to me,

Telling me, I can also live.

And have a right to dream.

Endowed me a book in my hand,

And a meal in other to keep me going unrestrained.

I learnt how to write,

Had a daily meal to eat with pride.

 I began to see,

 Even in the darkness of night.

 Finally, I started hoping a Life.

Every next day,

Was an adventure in itself.

My journey from home to school,

Was like hell to heaven.

As we say,

Good days are rare,

 And bad ones keep stare,

One common day,

They served us poison,

Carelessly or consciously,

Which I don’t know.

But they killed the spirit,

Inside a nurturing Soul.

They killed that single hope,

Which I fear,

Will hardly ever grow!