Poetry


Mr. I know it all

You choose to be selfish you see. You govern us every time but you never get satisfied with it. You care about your own damn life for you never considered us a family. “We have always been a headache of yours” this is what you like to put everytime when you say you care about… More


Insecurities

I am on the outside always looking in Will I ever be more than I’ve always been. I find myself repeating this phrase time and again Because I don’t have faith in me to let go of few old things that are dread. I keep on pondering whether the worldly pleasures are even meant to… More


A letter to the moon

I gaze at you in amazement when you are surrounded by shiny stars at night and wonder if you look at me with the same glitter in your eyes in midst of all the city lights.Do the old towns sparkle with enough intensity to make you smile and hope about beautiful beginnings like I do… More


Woman or no-one

I am on the outside always looking in. Will I ever be more than I’ve always been?  Will I ever fly in the sky where I had always dreamed to go or will I always have my feet tied to stone? Will I be able to go back to where it all started and mend that… More


Flawed Epiphany

You wake up just to realise your feet don’t stand firm on the ground You check on your family just to find them crying their heart out over your body Realisation hits you like lightning hits the trees Turning it into ashes and no sight to enjoy indeed. You were busy planning other things when… More





Writer or not?

Can one incident of life seize the one and only gift of a writer? Can the flame of past activity put out the flame of writing? It has been long since I really sorted out what my subconscious mind has been dealing with. I can’t lie that I messed up or my life has become… More

Working Things Out

When you’re in a relationship with a person as a friend, as a partner or as a sibling, you build it on mutual understanding keeping all their flaws and insecurities in mind. Your every step with them must be monitored whether or not it will backfire against them. It’s not a move that you calculate… More

Goosebumps in the rain

The pitter patter of the rain sparkling in the gloomy sun with a splashing rainbow above me, we were trotting together in the alley. He asked me if I would dance with him and I gladly accepted his hand. Just like summer romance, our love was as radiant as the rainbow. I could barely look… More