Moving places

November 20, 2014 § 2 Comments

Left a thousand unsaid

Because a million emotions were felt

On the threshold of leaving them to rest,

The horizon got painted in hues of dreams blessed.

Transcending through time zones. View from the plane.

Transcending through time zones.
View from the plane.



February 20, 2013 § Leave a comment


I watched

Every minor detail of the face of things

How it breathe,

How it saw what it saw

I observed

Every word my problem spoke

Sweet misery

Existing in sweet nothing.


That face meant the world to me

But it changed expressions so quickly.

I ran as fast as I could

But didn’t seem to catch up in time

It blurred in the distance

Disappearing in the fog


I found myself standing on a new island

Amist masked faces

Because that face had meant the world to me

The only face which I had studied so closely

Now the face of all things seemed very strange to me



Just like the face, which I lost in plea.

Infnite Starts

October 1, 2012 § Leave a comment

Infinite starts

Infinite dreams

Our story

On a trodden street.

Forbidden walks

Longing retreats

We carry on

Street by street.

Explore each other

Deep and dark

A kiss here and a silent laugh.

Mocking at myself

A sweet belief

Lost and found

On vast stretches of the beach.

Open thoughts

Drown in awe

Captivating eyes

My muse relief.

Must I dare

Disclose the unspoken

Lost hopes

Lost intentions.

Infinite starts

Infinite dreams

We speak through minds

And the assumptions increase.

Your eyes

September 29, 2012 § 1 Comment

Under the rays of your stare I burn red.

Wonder what goes in your mind midst this unrest.


This daze, lost expression which I could never tell

Like a blank movie, a dead well.


This questioning look, the quizzical end

Its you who is trying to figure me out instead


This reassuring gesture your eyes send

Like its only me and you and our private set exists


These dancing dots, your wavering eyes

Tiny lids hiding the jovial sights


Knowledgable assets, oceanic vibes

Captivating darts, scanning my insides


So expressive and such a delight

That deep, intellectual, intense maze

It haunt my thoughts, even when you are not beside.


June 15, 2012 § Leave a comment

Are your thoughts and views the foremost to you? Can you stop the environment you live in to stop affecting your choices? May be not, may be, yes. If you are one of those people who know exactly what you what out of life, then congrats! Nothing can you stop you from having a safe landing to where you belong!

But what if you are so utterly puzzled with your purpose and feel like a tiny grass in the whole of grassland where everyone is at your head, ready to cut you out at the first sign of your growth!? Your decisions are influenced by the your surroundings. Where you have to take each step, with the permissions of other. Your every action is governed by the authorities in your life. Your life becomes a game, where you are left alone in the city but are constantly controlled by the administrators.

Mumbai. This city is either about Bollywood or Money making. The middle class is happily satisfied by travelling in cramped trains and buses, if by the end of the month they have collected a reasonable amount in their respective bank accounts. As for the ones, a little above on the ladder, a little bit of Glamour is all they seek in their lives. Living here, it feels that there is actually no more to life, than fame and money, and practically to think so, yes, it feels true too.

But am sure it’s not the end all and be all of our existence. This city inspires me to crack my brains to stand out in this race. This never-ending struggle, where you need a lot of persistence. It reminds that I have a lot to learn yet. Lots to experience, before I finally achieve something concrete. Something that can help me enter others thought processes, even if for a day. And if on my way, I accidentally achieve money and fame, so be it . But till then, am here to learn, to experience all ups and downs. Lets the journey resume!!

The book of memory

December 12, 2011 § Leave a comment

I open the book of memory that we wrote those days.
I see the pictures unfold.
A tear unrolls down my cheek as I walk the same roads alone.
I don’t know what good will I get, I don’t know what shore. But I gotta tell you this today, that each day I love you more.

And yet I know how hard it is, for the meeting to be. For, far you have gone away that you don’t even want to see me. There is so much glitter in your eyes, that you miss my misery. You fail to notice my forgiveness, as you figure out what your future prospects will be.

I am left here facing the same traffic that we once crossed together. Your memory creeping to torture my soul, whispering your absence now and hereafter.
I cry alone, to set your thoughts free.

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