A circle

Itch itch scratch scratch
Legs burning, ants scrambling
A swat with the hand,
A couple catched.
Friends lying beside, talking about fatal attractions.
I look up and see trees,
A canopy.
The incessant talk and fleeting glances I don’t miss,
A piece of a toy dangling to the keys,
A cycle.
Placing it between the people I see the wheels move,
The constant and ever moving wheels.
A circle.
Unable to comprehend the need of yearning,
Wheels touch the ground,
The cycle with no handlebars riding itself to oblivion,
A fallen prey.



A flicker


I flicker and smile;

Eyeing the fickleness of human temperament,

Way it constantly changes sides according to its desires.

People are beautiful: I learn from movies and advertisements,

But the only things that humanity right now is: ugly and attired.


I flicker and smile;

Capricious nature of it I learn,

A desperation to charge after money.

Changing shades when stygian,

At chance providing light, still going penny after penny.


I flicker and smile;

Creating a quagmire, truculent to spare.

Smiling I accept the only way to survive in this cruel world,

By gaining the knowledge of being rapacious.


I flicker and smile.

Poem For The Fragile Souls

The poem for fragile souls I write,

With broken sunlight filtering in;

Of hopeful and fleeting romance bright.

Near tearful eyes I gaze into,

Of beautiful women paralysed;

By lost love or unhappy lives: ingenue.

Lips awaiting the kisses, that they somehow missed.

I want to be by their sides, breathe in their rooms,

Unlock their dreams shelved by careless men.

And teach all the gentlemen to be with their turbulent moods;

Open the emotional vaults every now and then.

And the feminine mystery of eternal goddess,

Possesses me relentlessly and mystically;

Durga guides me into pleasant contemplation.

A Reminiscence

I have often wondered why do memories hold so much strength? Be it happy or sad, they always tend to move you. Even if there is something sad happening before your eyes, the effect of the memory will always be more than what has happened. We, as humans, always tend to remember the deceased with a sense of kindness and optimism. The degradation of a human being before the time of his death is not seen after he dies. It is forgotten, only the deeds of his are remembered.

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The Great Indian Social Stigmas – II

Driving through the roads of India can make one feel a little claustrophobic. The roads small and the great populace that inhabits it. One day, I was driving through and see that the sides of the road are occupied in great numbers. It was a day before EID so I guessed that it will be a group of Muslims doing something in accordance to their festival. Continue reading

Welcome to the Himalayas- Pangarchulla, manifestation of beauty

We all sat huddled together in the cold in a large enough tent to accommodate 20 of us. The wind howled outside as we played a game, everyone rejoicing and in a hearty mood. I stood up and went outside. The rain drops fell on me as I looked upon the mountains from 11,000 feet and felt a contentment and bliss never felt before. The beauty of the place wrenched my heart. For a moment I stood transfixed, looking into the mountains’ snow. I felt warm droplets roll on my cheek. I came to know that these were not rain droplets racing down my cheeks. But they were something that leapt out of my heart as true as a song does when I am happy. The trek leader, who had come out to see to something, saw me, stood by my side and his voice resounded, “Welcome to the Himalayas.”

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Cratered With Imperfections

Broken,distant and alone, she craves for attention from every human below,

Waxing and waning, just to have someone look at her, all for a show.

Having a pull over the ocean, using the nature’s reality to hold,

Teasing and tantalising the ocean in the dream that only she could mould.

Wanting the attraction so desperately, the one we call love,

Beautiful she tries to be, riddled with scars is she, filling the void above.

So aesthetic that humans couldn’t take eyes off her; behoving,

Comparing their beloved with her, for she was unattainable; so very daunting.

Men tried hard to attain her, but only were able to touch her,

‘Cause her heart wants only the better half of it, not some commoner.

In her quest to find the love she wants, she rejects; creates a sheath,

She fails to see the fool who dies every night, just so she could breathe.


The Silence

Something in the wild telling me to keep quiet,

The world engulfed in silent white.

Outrageous threats that are thrown around the world,

A Dictator and another Orange show the problem with exchange of words.

How everything seems to conspire for utter dominance,

But ultimately falls under the greed of utter prominence.

People and children, innocent and raged,

Fight they will when thoroughly surfeited.

Reprehending everyone voicing opinions, showing free will,

War conforming over countries, religious and impetuous overkill.

Free will is necessary, abolition leads to death of humanity,

But the leaders and people lead the world to where, possible is this insanity.


An Admonition

The trees move backwards as I stand watching,

Marveling at the things that are beyond conceiving.

People are so satisfied with their petty little instruments,

They fail to give any appreciation to these natural monuments.

Bustling with life and moving with certainty,

But forgetting the purpose that has given life clarity.

The birds chirping and people chattering,

Giving the world a soulful music worth listening.

A well conceived idea of a beautiful world – a perfect seed,

Destroyed very simply by the rapacious human deeds.


The Fantasy Parade Called Love

People have a pretty well conceived idea about the word that means so much to every human being, Love. They all have deliberated about what they want and how their love should be. Everybody dreams about the perfect love they will have and how they are going to live it. The dream that the movies and books have etched in our minds. Yes, having such a conception is good and this varies from person to person. Some people don’t want much while some think of enveloping their whole life in this love. Continue reading

Lead The Change

One day, as I was sitting with my relatives, one of them told us about how they particularly took pride in their son settling and getting work in U.K. This made me think of the mind-set of the Indian society where being in their own society is considered decadent, while you can go and work under the ones whom India was in a colonial rule. To work with the “Goras” is still considered to be an achievement among the people of a society which had fought so hard to attain freedom. Continue reading

Comprehending Depression – I

Ever get that feeling where you feel all lonely and hollow? When you can’t make sense of what is going on and everything seems monotonous, bleak and morose. Even when you are surrounded by your best friends and loved ones you just feel detached from them as if they can’t make sense of what’s going through your mind. When you tell them about it they will tell you that it’s all in the state of mind, if you think happy, you are happy. But it’s not that easy, is it? You constantly think of everything wrong with you, this life and this world and constantly avert activities that affect your thoughts behaviour, feelings and sense of well-being. Continue reading

The Great Indian Social Stigmas – I

I was traveling by the train today and I happened to observe something that makes us, humans, be far from humanity. This has nothing to do with benevolence or rapaciousness or poverty but with simply the set of rules mankind has created for itself and how if anyone tries to push past those rules they are ostracised from the society. A group of transgenders had walked into the coach of my train where I was sitting. They Continue reading