I wonder what makes pets so special…

Is it the love or some other essence?

Is it their honest love?

Or just their sincere presence?



Why is it that when your furry kid

Ruins your fav. Shoes once in a while..

No matter how mad you wanna get..

You just cant help but look and smile…



When things go all wrong and ugly

When youre stuck home on a stormy day..

You look at your pet again and again…

Smile & Cuddle your loneliness away…



And that beautiful moment wen u get tempted..

To plant a kiss on your sleeping pet

You wanna give em all the love..

All the love in the world you can get..



And that day….when they are out love..

They thank you to say a last goodbye…

I bet that’s the only moment…

When your pet will make you cry…

What do I want?
Good question..
Well,
I thought I knew what I want
I WISH I knew what I want
Actually,
I really want to know what I want.
****** words
****** memories
Dancing in my head
Won't allow me to think.

You know,
I have never thought about anything
In my life.
I just went with
This instinct..
This strange emotion
Some people call it "HEART" or "GUT"
But it's just another ***** in the body..
Ok Look..
I didnt even bother
To think about the rhyme scheme.

And when you asked me
"What do you want?"
I didn't know what to say
I WISH I knew..
And the knowing is just for you
So that you get your answer
I don't need it
Because I found my answers in you..
Because till now,my love,
I only taught myself
How to feel.
Don't defy me.
You won't get a response
You may only get a reaction
For I'm just a thoughtless person
Writing a thoughtless poem
Don't think what this means
It's a blank verse
Oozing out of a blank mind
Going nowhere
But going somewhere
Just to find you.

"It's time."
You say to yourself.
A hundred times a day.
To let go of something.
To begin something.
Isn't this the gist of life?
Isn't this all that that matters?
All it takes is one step.
One big courageous step.
Just one big courageous step at a time.

A quaint little bazaar
In the heart of the town
Tells a story
Of a thousand moments
Dal Bazaar as they call it
Or "Curry Market" for others who don't know.
I have fragments of memorable memories
Deep within my mind
The smell
The intoxicating smell of spices
Blended with the quiescent yet cacophonous lives
Of Merchants and Beggars
Of Buyers and Sellers
Of Bullions and a single calloused rupia
In the hands of the old *****.
The sunlight baking
Bags of turmeric.
Suspending the scent
In the minds of men.

Capering clouds of black and grey
And the sudden squall
Stirring the monotony
Of the customary.
The pirouette of rain
The one that excites the plainest of the plain
Painting the whitewash with shades of grey
The chalky walls
Dust
Moist corriander
And the relief of earth
Conciliating
So rewarding
For the ruins of the bare sun.

This flashback into my soul
Where all my senses seem to be so awake.
The feel of the wooden veranda
Scent so inexpressible
My eyes devouring the sunset
Tasting the heavens
Hearing it all.
Feeling it all.
Oh the plight of poets
The ritual to end a poem.
Painful.

You know that feeling?
It's raining outside
Well, monsoon just started
That kind of rain, you know?
When you're not sick of it already.

You just had a warm bath after making sure you've locked the main door because you live alone.
You come out, your hair all up in the towel turban.
Not dripping because he's not around and he likes it that way
Honestly, this is more comfortable
Its not soaking your bra all wet.

You smell of your new body wash. You decided to change the brand because the previous one reminded you of him. You did the same thing with your shampoo.
You hopeless romantic.
Who stops eating garlic bread because it reminds them of their 'ex' .
And you go around telling people that you did it for 'Health reasons'.
You fool.

But one thing you'll never give up.
Your fairy lights.
Because they make you realize how beautiful everything can look. Despite the peeling walls.

So you bask in yellow lights
Write poems that scare him away.
He probably does love them, you know?  

Come home already. Will you?

"You are a bird,You know no bounds

you know yourself..your boundless self"

Fly high..fly far



"For you know your life is short..its now,right now..

that you live in..

you know no past to hold you back"

Fly now,Fly far....



"Go...as far as you can..

where no moment repeats itself

where adventure infects your soul

Fills you heart with living dreams"

Fly far...fly strong



"Know your strength..your limitless strength

And nourish the weak feathers back to health....

For your destiny awaits you...."

So fly now..fly high.... fly far

When the universe conspires against you and your will
When every bit of logic seems to be non-existent
And when you're tired. So tired that you can barely breathe without thinking about it.
There's still hope.
For it is the last thing you'll ever lose.

Streets wake up
With a lone milkvan flickering
With a flickering lamp
And a dog stretching out of sleep
Yawning and hoping
Into another day of a full belly.
Half asleep children
Climb into a roaring school bus
While a little boy
Sorts this day's wage
Into stacks of newspaper.

My little starling
Will you sing to me?
Im blue,so blue right now
Will you set me free?

My little starling
I'll offer you some seed
Pick all your favourite ones
And do your small deed.

My little starling
I'll plant trees for you
I'll make them grow as fast as i can!
And make a bird house too!

My little starling
You're the one i seek
All i ask is one happy song
But you are too meek.

My little starling
I've finally given up on you
I looked all over the forest
I found no sign nor clue

And then one fine morning
I heard someone sing
It was none other than
my little starling.

Congested and dark clouds
Fogging up the window
Is the rain
Stealing the heat from my coffee
All its vapour
Adding to the humidity
A lullaby to my insomniac brain
Falling on my calloused soul
Healing
Healing..
Raindrops
Seeping through my hair
Diluting all my tears
As the wind fiddles about..
Mother nature bringing me joy..
Effortlessly..
Unconditionally..
How i want to kiss her..
How i want to breathe
The scent of her body..
And hold it within me..

Once broken with innocence,
Built again with care.
If shattered on purpose,
Pieces wouldn't be found.
As for the ship in the bottle,
She'll find another sea
And another sky
Or a maelstrom of deceit
Or maybe create maelstroms of her own.
For she knows no bottles anymore.
Why the false sense of security?
When she can have a crew of her own!
Without worrying about the shattered glass
And it's piercing dust
That cuts through her.
That's been cutting through her.
All this while.

They may be sad
But
It's not necessary that you should be the same.

She walked into the rain
as her silhouette disappeared into the narrowing alley
while some were fast asleep
while others dreamt about dreams
the ones yet to come
and the ones that never occured.

She walked
she simply walked
thinking nothing.

She heard
an old restaurant closing
pots and pans noisily complaining
about the cranky chef
and greedy customers.
Dreaming of being in the Queen's kitchen
But oh well,
They'd be the same every night.

She saw
A homeless guy
and his dog
sleeping cozily amongst the trash cans
Perhaps he dreamt of a college degree,
a roof and assured morsels
The dog,
about being with his master.

She smiled
At the little girl
Looking at her mother's flowers
For they have bloomed
Just for a day
To know what it feels like
To be alive.

Once upon a time
There stood a frigid little snowman
With finger holes for eyes
Which spoke no truth nor lies

Two twigs made his disfigured arms
And a stoll for keeping him "warm"
There he stood with all his smiley charm
From the dusk until the dawn!

His head covered with dad's old beret
And a stalky little carrot nose
Oh yes,He was our brave little snowman
Who grew as he further froze.

Then came the mighty spring
Putting our little snowman at risk!
And then came the sunshine
Leaving only the beret,stoll and the twigs.

Months passed by
Winter came again
And Childern came along
With the Brave little snowman!

A street
Illuminated
With the futile efforts
Of the weary yellow light
Looked up at the sky
As water crawled down the window
Casting feeble shadows
Upon a newborn child
Pink as a rosebud
Hair so sparse
Almost golden with a tinge of crimson
Who wasn't aware
And didnt care
Of the worldly pleasures
And the hidden treasures.
The childless nurse
Smiled upon each one
As her own
Her warmth
Her motherly warmth
Only melted cold the tragedies
That came with each orphan

Drenched in her viscous soul
Within her earthen body
Bathing the darkness,with her light
Losing life..
Slowly... steadily..
As the smoke vortex escapes into the atmosphere
Becoming invisible..
Leaving no trace of her existence..
While the writer basks in her glow.
In her selflessness..
In her love for him..
Little did he know..
How could he know?
She simply stood there..
Pouring light...with all her strength
But spoke nothing..
How could she?
Scared as she was..of the consequesnces
Staring at him..
Devouring all of him
Burning..
For him.
Hoping hopelessly..
if only..he noticed..
But she gave up..
Leaving him..
In the embrace of darkness..
In the emptiness..

An old florist, dressed in black
Hands a white rose to a guy.
While the beggar pets a stray..
A bicycle falls by.

It’s the westerly winds again...
Rain peeking through the sunless sky…
Though everything is getting moist around..
It’s my heart that’s running dry..

There’ goes the artist’s beret
And the lil girl’s pink umbrella..
A child pays a sixpence..
To the friendly pretzel fella..

The street lamp winks
While it listens to the accordion..
Lovers falling in love again…
While I wait for my old companion

The sea isn’t getting any wetter with the rain…
Though my hands are  getting wrinkled and white…
Then the same old man in his mackintosh..
Comes into my old ,weary sight..

We just saw, gave a reserved smile..
Then I cursed the different ways I chose…
Yet he melted all my regrets…
And held out that white rose…

As i lay down
In my own embrace
In warmth of the felt blanket
I allow my mind to wander
Amongst the shadows cast by my soul.

Where dogs bark in their own echo.
Shapes of the aged banyan
And those of the weeping willow..
Dancing in the moonlight
Upon the musty earth
Her softened yet cold heart
Still anchors their lives

I think of him
Still lying
In my own embrace
Wishing it was his
And that the warmth
Came from him
I listen to the rustling leaves
Noisy wind..
The noisy wind..
Silenced my winter heart to sleep.