Poems

  Every morning I get up with one thing in my heart i.e. HOPE. Hope that I’ll survive the day without battling with my sorrows. Hope that today I can get little closer to the feeling of being loved. Hope …

    Old World Charm   Not the charging point, but a window beside my bed, Not WhatsApp birthday wishes, but cards handmade. Neither the hourly text messages, nor an evening spent on the phone. Give me letters written with …

  WHEN I WRITE Reality mingles with fantasies in my head. Truth gets along with thoughts unsaid. I sculpt imagination into words with a pen. Looking for ties between now and then. With the sun of joy, and the clouds …

Hush, let me listen To your heart moan You’re nowhere around Yet the closest you could be Don’t calm the demoness raging under my feverish skin If she claws for a way out Gnaw at her reins, set her free …

Along the roads, Beside the rubble, Amongst the crowd Beyond the horizon   Have we lost what meant the most Or have we treasured what we need Along the roads, Beside the rubble, Amongst the crowd Beyond the horizon Have …

In land that’s claimed, in air that’s inhaled, you caress him. In fire that burns, in water that calms, you feel what he does. In the forbidden lands and beyond, is where you search. And like the depths of the …

There was this girl I knew, She wanted to paint the universe blue. No matter who offended her, She answered with an ‘I love you too’. LOOK AT HER! They’d say, All she does is in her own way. LOOK …

It breaks my heart, To see children hungry; Not because of tantrums, But because of poverty. It breaks my heart, To see grandparents on the street, At the dusk of their life; Experiencing the worst time of their life. It …

I Bring you into this world; time five fifteen Sky shaded orange tangerines As blue impregnates the white Strings entangle Binding Everlasting victory is my destiny And you are the one to materialize said the prophecy. But you were another …

My mind often wonders the Taste of everything bizarre. Dear reader this might leave you partly repulsed and flabbergasted. As I pen this down, I think about The taste of misery, a half filled glass, And the other half tasting …