Sunday, March 13, 2011


Defeats aren't always visible
They travel through blood and heart...
A wish of indifference
The need of light and calm...
The chained wings of possibilities
holding back from the start...

How do we let go of things
that aren't ours?
Held onto them for so long
leaving would leave a scar...
The burden that heart bears
unshared, rising above par...

Broken window isn't a way out
when doors can be found...
It's a thirst for ambition
amidst fears and scowls...
These fingers will turn iron into gold
the winners needn't be loud!

Thursday, January 27, 2011


Standing in the dark
Calling your number
Waiting to see you
Amidst all the thunder
But there is no lightning
If you stole it, I wonder
You said I’ll be safe
Till the time we are together

These memories
I didn’t ask them to crash on me
Those wonderful hours
I never thought would come to haunt me
And now I am going back
To the time you saved me from

Behind each tear
Lives a sad story
I can’t hear your voice
When it gets so scary
You broke all your promises
And I’m living barely
Trying to leave you behind
I’ll forget you, yes maybe

these memories
I didn’t ask them to crash on me
Those wonderful hours
I never thought would cum to haunt me
And now I am going back
To the time you saved me from

Since you are gone forever
I’m leaving home
And I’m going back
To the time you saved me from.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011


Lines are breached…Apathy is the new religion…Death of hope…
It’s our own doing! Yet, after learning millions of lessons, we don’t back out. Perhaps, we are too complacent. Giving up a life of tyranny on our inner voice just doesn’t seem as the right thing to be done. We are so in-sync with the self-demolition brigade because we think that our achievements are really flattering even though they spell doom! Innovation, development, a raised standard of life. At what cost are we availing these? Have you ever pondered, how ironical it seems that somewhere some people talk about restoring harmony in the world and at that very instant, plots of killings are being hatched?

Where did we, the supreme beings of this planet, go wrong? Was it too much exploitation of our sanity or frequent attacks on humanity? Well, these questions holds no importance now. All that matters is the fact that our world is crumbling. Going to pieces with every passing moment. So what do we do about that? How do we achieve atonement? How do we bring back into the picture- the unwavering faith, the holy love?
Our best shot is to change. To paint ourselves with colours of trust, love and peace. With realization comes a serenity which drives the will to corner our shortcomings and sabotage our misgivings! We have to shed the devilry. We have to use our best resources for sustaining the future. It’s time.
Note: Ecdysis means shedding of old skin. This piece of writing was inspired by the recent suicide blast in Moscow and various terrorist activities in the past. It represents the anguish of an ordinary person, who is affected by terrorism, corruption, poverty and helplessness burning the people of our world!

Monday, January 17, 2011

The end of this road

How does it feel, when you are just a 3 year old kid and your mother tells you that you are going to a school today? I have no recollection of that feeling. But it must have been one shaky experience! Leaving the comfort of the familiar smells and sounds of your home and getting used to the sound of scribblings on paper. Those wooden desks must have felt so untrustworthy compared to even the floor of your house. As we grow, adapt, these things stop bothering us. The happenings of the world outside your home seem so flashy in contrast to the usual peaceful slumber of home!
And now, after almost 2 decades of my life. After 20 years of new worlds being formed each day, I realize that a different world is opening up. It feels like I'm on a run trying to establish an identity. Why is it so difficult to find what you love? Why can't someone figure out what they can do for the rest of their lives without any regret?

Sometimes it feels as if I'm standing in front of a maze and the future lies far ahead lost among the towering walls. This feeling is not really acceptable. Feels chilly. Colder than the Delhi winter! I'm usually carefree about these things. I don't let them nag me. But...some feelings just crash upon you and there's nothing you can do about it. A huge change is coming. A new beginning. I feel a bit skeptic. I think this is what I must have felt going to the school for the first time. My mother represented certainty  and I had to leave her to be engulfed by another world. This time it's the same. I am at the end of this road. The next one is not yet paved so I'm searching for some raw material of the best quality; I have to make sure it's strong!


Note:  I'm on the verge of becoming a graduate. This post signifies my feelings about the time which is yet to come!