I barely got to know you
Just brushed against something true
Like love—raw, was it real?
I just want to know
Before you go

What would our mornings be like?
Kisses, coffee and sleepy smiles alike.
Would I have fit into that frame?
I wish you'd reach for my hand.
Before the day began

The bits of you that I stole
What wouldnt I give to have you whole.
Not just whispers and glimpses.
Do you relive that night we met?
Before you forget

Tell me how must it feel?
With you to share every meal?
To feed my stomach but fill my soul.
Just one more night can you stay?
Before you walk away

Your eyes held the dawn and dusk,
Your words ever sharp and brusque.
That crooked smile—half a dare.
Will I ever forget your face?
Before it’s lost to space

The taste of your lips
The ***** of your hips
A secret I never learned
A chance for the love that was never made?
Before we fade

Maybe it was all in my head?
Something unborn can still be dead.
But even dreams deserve a funeral.
Just please, please let me grieve
Before you leave

Close the door
slip the latch and let it fall
I am sad to say farewell
but I must leave you all,
imagine me at peace
freed from earthly things,
I am the autumn breeze
a winter wind that sings,
I am rain, I am sky,
a part of everything,
we did not say goodbye,
I am summer, I am spring
blossom, light as air,
don't think of me as gone
look around and I’ll be there

Lighthouse on a Mountain

There’s a lighthouse on a mountain,
far from any shore
It shines its light, for those who need it more
Blinking and shining, showing them the way
Lighting up their path, to find another day

The mountain is tall, it can be seen for miles
Standing strong and silent, after so many trials
Holding past the test of time, a rock among the years
Showing the way for the weak to face all their fears

The lighthouse stands for all to see
It will guide you to all you dream to be
Follow its light, it shows what’s true
See it shine, it shines for you

Look at you now.
You are a big man.

Throw your sorrows—
watch them drown in Mumbai’s rains.

You are enough for me.
I need you to know.

Yes, it will be a small house,
but it will be ours.

Choose me.
For once in your life,
realize the depth of my commitment—
it’s as deep as the ocean we sat by.

I don’t want you to close your eyes.
There is a lot to see:
the clouds,
the sun,
the moon,
and the stars that hold my every thought.

It’s clear now.
I did my best,
wrote a letter,
and watched it burn.

You are thirty-three now.
You’ve got this.

I am not the owner of my words—
not the master of my quotes,
nor the crafter of my stanza,
nor the painter of my verses.

I am simply the extension of the pen—
a vessel of expression, granted the freedom
to speak what aches beneath the skin.

But take away the artist who holds the pen,
or take away the pen itself—and the voice
of the artist, soon becomes the pen instead.
Words find a way to bleed through silence.

No matter how noble your intent,
to silence one’s voice is to sever the
soul’s right to breathe.

And still— they will return,
stronger than before; they will fight
for their word— words that once gave
them armour, and the pen, a weapon.

Not to draw blood—
but to cut through blindness.
A violent expression, yes—
but born of peace, wild but tamed,
structured but never caged.
Because there is freedom in every
word, written or said.

Childhood
The first breath of life.
A memory stitched into every soul.

For some, it is filled with laughter and dreams,
For others, a daily search for food.
Some chase education with shining eyes,
While others fight silent battles just to stay alive.

One day, I looked up at the sky and asked,
"If the beginning itself is so heavy,
how are we supposed to survive the rest?"

Life smiled gently and whispered:
"The beginning is always hard.
But remember, we are all blessed with two childhoods—
One at the start of life,
And one near its end.

The first is not ours to choose,
But the second... the second is a gift we shape ourselves.


The more weight you carry now,
The lighter your soul will be later.
The more you burn in struggles today,
The brighter you will shine tomorrow.
The more you break early on,
The stronger and sharper you will stand in the end.

Pain is not the end of your story;
It is the beginning of your masterpiece."

Hearing this,
I wiped my silent tears.
I no longer asked why.
I began to work quietly,
Planting seeds of hope,
Watering them with patience.

I chose to shape my second childhood
Not with fear, not with regret,
But with dreams larger than my fears,
And with a heart ready to bloom.


Because in the end,
It is not how life begins that defines us,
But how we choose to finish
With peace, pride, and a story worth remembering

Lying down under this beautiful starry night
Fills me with a quiet kind of happiness.
Alone on this silent hilltop,
A glowing lantern beside me,
My favorite book in hand —
It’s the scene I always dreamt of.
For once,
I’ve stepped away —
From responsibilities,
From the noisy world,
From people and their expectations.
Here I am,
Feeling the warmth of the lantern’s light,
Letting it remind me
That a simple, peaceful life is still possible.
This silence.
This natural breeze.
This soft glow.
This time with myself —
It’s all I need right now,
To hope again.

I want my hope to go away forever
To silence its tiny voice in my heart
Get away from me
Shut up and leave
Don't ever come back to me
Yet that tiny flame burns brightly
What do you want
Just stop it already
I want the hope to finally die
Die like the way I died that day
Time has passed
So give up already
This hope of mine torments me
It gently brushes its hands on me
Reminding me
Whispering to me
I want this hope to finally let me go
So that I can finally let you go