Wednesday, 30 December 2015


Sun and light
Sky and infinite
Birds and flight
Are relations
Which ensure
I'm in a
State of delight.

They aren't same
On the contrary
They're different
Very different
They complement
Each other
It's almost
Like a bond
Two inseparable souls.

Its a union of
souls who
Are different
They smile
And cry
For different reasons
But they
Shine and glow

It's this
Which sparkles
And glitters.

A canvas
Is incomplete
Without color
And vice versa
But together
They make a million
Da Vincis and Hussains.

It's this
which creates
Magic and shine.

Tuesday, 29 December 2015


Eyes blink
Heart beats
The soul
Howls and screams.

The blue sky
Turns grey
To express
It's solidarity
During this
Nasty phase

It seems
The sun
Has forgotten
How to smile
Moon's eyes
Have lost its
Because they aren't
Friends any more
They are mere
And satellite

It's all
Black and white
Right and wrong
Yin and yang
Mechanical and technical
No place for dreams
No space for sparkle
It is
All suffocated
And captivated
This is what a 
True disaster
Would look
And feel

Out of love - 36!

Dreamer of sorts 
Wanderer of types 
Sinner of various genres 
Where is that 
Magic and spark 
Which it had 
The spark which 
Is found nowhere now.
the only thing that prevents you from an ending is a mere hope that pretends to re assure you that somethings might end themselves
If I could count my blessings, I wouldn't count you twice or thrice. I'd just replace the term blessing with  you, for you are exactly what the term blessing means to me.
Patterns and confusions 
colours and light 
Trying to bless 
The black and white
World with some 
Happiness and delight.
Instead of making decisions on the basis of what makes us happy and sad we usually choose to opt for what usually would sound right to the world. 
There really is no way in which you can understand the way of this world
Neither did I lose a battle
Nor a business deal 
All I lost were the 
Emotions I used to feel 
It's solely because of science that logic keeps winning over fantasy and imagination.
The glitter in it's eyes was gone as it picked up its 5 digit salary cheque.
It pinched me
Then it scratched
And finally ate 
My soul like 
A wicked parasite 

Sunday, 27 December 2015

The subsiding wind!

 A bit of me died
A bit of me cried
As I saw
The wind of
My dreams

Little by little
A part of me
Became a  part
Of the ashes
That surrounded
Neither was I found
Nor was the soul.

They saw me
And assumed
I was alive
Didn't they know
My soul was
Deprived of light?

My dreams
My imagination
My aggression
My passion
They belong to me
The way the stars
Belong to the night sky

I'm not incomplete
Without them
I'm inexistent
Without my dreams
For they are
As essential as
My breath.

Sunday, 20 December 2015

Faith: A sinner!

I don't fear
The one's who
Lose faith
I fear the
One's who
Love to have
Faith and trust .

The ones who
Their trust
Is smashed
Again and again
The one's who
They're the one's
Who have given up
On faith and trust
On love and passion
They're the ones
Who are beyond
Probably somewhere
Near numbness.

I fear that
Their faith on faith
May get shattered
It is bound to
The world doesn't
Value it
I have almost
Lost the ability
To have faith
In faith.

I hate this
I can't help it either
I'm too numb
To feel what
It is like
To feel scars
On your soul
Wounds in your

Faith has ditched me
And hence
I've ditched it too

Saturday, 19 December 2015

Out of love - 35!

Everything that I do, has a tinch 
The best part about failure is that it never fails to fail the spirit of failure.
From being none to one
To learning the
Difference between
Running away and run
Life had taught its
Lessons which
She had finally learnt
Humans and humanity, a rare combination. Indeed.
There is a certain level of peace and ease that you can only feel when you are with people who are your pillars of existence.
Real family is a bunch of those people with whom you don't have a single picture because you are too busy making memories.
Some battles are fought solely to lose so that you can realise the beauty of not winning.
I have either been black
Or completely white
I haven't really experienced
What grey is like.
All that the people in power fear is the power of love.
I'm neither you
Nor me
I don't know
What exactly
I want to

Friday, 18 December 2015

To be OR to be!

They say don't do what you don't love to. But to what extent is this feasible? I'm doing something which I HATE whole heartedly. I don't know why am I doing it, I don't know my motive behind doing it, all I know is that I don't have to face certain set of remarks from certain people if I do what I'm doing despite the fact that I hate what I do.

Yes! Peoples opinion about me matters to me because I live in a society and I've to live according to its terms before it decides to throw me out of the same. Some people may love me, many might hate me too. But the fact of the matter is world doesn't work on bonds and love. It works on money, power and reputation of course. And for that I've to work whether I like it or not.

I've been working for quite sometime now, been sleep deprived for almost 9 days, my headache seems to be in love with me, it feels as if someone has put my heart into a shredder and of course my soul feels chained and trapped. But the point is who cares? Forget the whos, do I care for the same? NO!

It's not because I don't want to its just that I can't afford to. I as of now fear to be abandoned from the society. I am scared to lose people and hence in order to keep them happy I do a lot of things which I hate to. Yes! I feel the pressure to make people around me proud of me. I to some extent want people to love me, It doesn't matter if they love me for having a fancy CV or for having certain amount of certificates. Though in this quest I've almost lost myself but nonetheless I'll be glad if by doing this I can make some people around me happy and proud.

Much love, always :)

Thursday, 17 December 2015


Times change
But, habits don't
They stay with you
Now and forever
Same is the case
With love and passion
They initially become
Your habit
And then
You become habitual
Of it.

Some habits you
Other habits choose
But in the end
Your habit is
What forms
Your habitat
Whether, it be
Comfortable or not
Beautiful or not
But, what remains
Constant is that
It's yours
Yours very truly

You may hate it
At times
Maybe love it
But your habits
Make you
What you are
The way you
They are a part
Of you
The way you
Are a part of
The world.

They may play
An unacknowledged
But they still
Hold some significance
And hence
You got to
Respect your
For they have
Made and bulit
Yes! You
The one who's
Loved by many.

Monday, 14 December 2015

Faiths and paths!

There is something
Really strange
Yet calm
And peaceful
About walking
On the paths

Neither is the
Destination known
Nor is the path
It's a state
Where you
Walk with
A blank mind
Un-captivated heart
Like a free soul
You flow.

It's like
Floating in water
Going wherever
The water takes

Trusting the
Having faith
On your intuition
You just walk
Freely effortlessly
On a path
Which feels like
A companion
Who's willing
Your share
Of loneliness
And madness.

Sunday, 13 December 2015

Light will end fright!

Nights are sleepless
Days have become dreamless
Each passing moment
Makes me a little more restless.

Is it the art
In me
Or the
Spark in me
Which makes me
Feel uneasy?

Am I responsible
For who
What I am?

It's me

I think
With every blink
I relish what I've
But all I fear is
What I posses
Will perish

That's my pain
And my fright
But, I know
The light in me
Will fight
All my frights.

Saturday, 12 December 2015

Out of love - 34!

2 people met to have a conversation in a peaceful place with lips sealed, silences exchanged and frequent eye contacts made.
Never has a conversation felt so fulfilling and enriching!
Scars: An evidence of idiocracy and bravery.
From here to there
was a journey unfair
yet it travelled to unveil 
its lesser known 
Art is an empathiser, not a healer.
That level of freedom when you are bound to feel free.
Do you not fear, the fear of acknowledging my fear? 
Anything whether it be work or academics is a mere source of escapism from the much feared dreamland.
It had to be the STUPIDEST species (homo sapien sapiens or human beings) who would invest their money in something known as mirror only to capture the image of their body in their head and see themselves as others believed they were. Never had individuality or uniqueness felt so ashamed before.
They thought black and white never made love, hadn't they seen the mighty moon propose the night sky while the stars applauded? 
Species apart from us need help to be caged, but we are a self sufficient species we do the needful ourselves.

Sunday, 6 December 2015


Neither can I stop
Nor can I blend
These wars
Never seem to

I pitty them
I empathize with
While trying to
Mend the
Damage done
By them.

Screaming children
Screeching women
Blood stained men
Watch the
Ailing humanity
Come to an end.

Wednesday, 2 December 2015

Out of love - 33!

I wanted to believe I was a creature less ignored but then the blue ticks blessed and the blur assumption became a harsh reality.
The problem with having an affair with art is that it will only happen when you're broken.
"Are you happy?"
"Ummmm........I'm an artist"
Enough was said, felt and understood.

No, the system is not totally flawed our mentalities and thought processes are.
A force for and by the universe. is how i would define love
Wars are expensive. But, surprisingly enough the world always has sufficient funds to fight a war but is always short of funds when it comes to providing free schooling!
There shall be wars till the time justice is delayed and ignored. In case you wish for peace ensure that there is justice available for each and every single person. Or else the concept of peace shall remain utopian as is.
Addiction and obsession are to be lived first and treated next.
Colors are phase in and of life, unlike the constant black and white.
The way this mirror questions me every single time I stand infront of it is no less than a nightmare.

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Happy 17th, sister!

Smile that we cherish
Food you make we relish
Joy in our life
You are a
True delight.

Shine bright
Without Fright
Fly beyond
The imaginable

You're our little
Now, not-so-little
Who spreads an aura
So divine

Glow and glitter
My dearest little

Happy birthday panks! :D

Dated: 01-12-15