My words were scissors..

I know you’ve let out a hiss..

My actions were knives..

I know tears rolled down in streams..

My memories are terrible..

I know they haunt your dreams..

My presence is an ill news..

I know I’m not heaven’s kiss..

You stabbed my heart; once

I shattered yours; forever

You gave me reasons to cry

I gave you reasons to die

But in the rear of my cimmerian soul..

Seated are the muted words of a fool..

When lips will find gallantry one day..

Hope not too late, I pray..

You’d believe me when I’ll say..

I loved you, in my own twisted way..!!



Yesterday, I shook hands with a little lass..

Who had a floodlit smile to pass..

Her eyes had a flickering gleam..

She said, she had a ‘dream’.

I settled around the dusty park bench..

For curiosity to prominently quench..

I gave my name under the growling sky..

“I’m just a daughter” came her reply.

Indeed she was intrusive, interesting..

She seemed to be always monitoring..

It was dark and soon clouds brought rain..

Surprisingly, no petrichor filled the lane.

With no more score to set..

I felt at ease getting wet..

Her lips moved but weren’t audible..

Suddenly, the rain grew terrible.

I finally asked about her ‘aspiration’..

But she rectified it as ‘admiration”..

Her dream was to meet her mother..

She got sad and to me, it did bother.

I asked whether she passed from the human lot..

Her answer- “no, I did, she did not”..

Giving in and not acting clueless..

So that’s why the bench seemed weightless.


It’s your first anniversary, you buy her danglers and give a sad smile at the book store. She drapes in red, without your insisting and you take her to your favourite hotel. You order Falafel and she simply smiles in contentment. The waiter is surprised as never had he taken such a quick order from your table before. You find she has glossier tanned skin and her hairs are twice a shade darker but she never pesters you to compliment.

It starts to rain and this time you’re not dragged out to feel the first spell of monsoon. You drive her back and she is okay with your playing ‘Whitney Huston’ in the car. You unknowingly stop right before an ice cream parlour, but when she makes a confused face, you remember that she would never prefer them at night.

You both reach your place and she is not carrying her heels in her hands. She still has them on. It’s past midnight and you’re in deep thoughts about how she perfectly glided all through. She did not argue with the waiter, neither did she bug for balloons on the way back home. She even gracefully avoided the man in rags.

It was all absolutely hustle-free. You feel that she actually lets you have things your way and that’s when you realise what you lost, fourteen months ago.

Indeed I was a mess, but it had a gravitating charisma.

Debrief me of my Existence

I hope a shadow falls when, I walk in broad daylight..I hope my belly works in sync, with my breaths.. I hope my heels, clatters along the pavement..I hope my vocal cords functions, when needed..I hope a sweaty patch is left on the railing, I lay my palms on..I hope my frame occupies, some space in the queue..

I hope I’m alive..right??

All the lovelies who are still not ready to stop tossing their hearts like a flip coin ..there’ll be people along the way..who are all out to burn, betray, stab and plunder your serene smile…!! The reality might feel claustrophobic..the people you once felt home with are in the rush to draw separate ways..but then the only aid is..

Just- LET IT GO..!!

To the meagerest of contacts, a bruised hand which will freeze…my heart has earmarks of an autumn leaf which flows through the breeze. Yes, meddlesome at times..but still sweet than the slurry of limes..!!

Yes, let it go..holding back is eroding your insides..let it go, it wasnt ever yours. You don’t need to slump and slouch over and strangulate your heart to ribbons just to be acknowledged..!!

It’s hard, I’s not impossible, I assure..Life’s beautiful.. Try living it beautifully šŸ™‚

Dear SoulSisterĀ 

Once upon a time in a land far far away

Existed two kingdoms, divided by a bay ..

Though they were different, they both had something precious..

Commonly known as their secret treasures..

One being the crown, the mighty and the beautiful..

Other being a sword, the stunning and herculean..

The Royals were very protective..

Knowing the outside world to be infective..

But still the crown and the sword, longed to glance the world..

Quite understanding, it was ‘actually’ furled..

They got several warnings full of care and concern..

But they had passion in mind’s cistern..

Stepping out, feeling the wind and seeing the sun..

They breathed emotions, ignoring fate’s bun..

Full of life, the crown and sword..

Befriended everyone who came toward..

Alas! The fate played its nasty parts

Stabbing the tender and the innocent hearts..

The people they called friends, had now turned their backs..

Knowing that crown and sword had learned their heinous acts..

Crown and sword, heartbroken and hue ..

Found themselves crying and everything got blue..

The trust was broken and faith turned to ashes..

As the friends got lost and friendship turned into clashes..

Though their hearts were badly bruised..

They accepted they were only terribly used..

Era passes  and cons departs..

But the crown and sword were still shaken in their hearts..

Stabbed and burnt, they swore never to trust…

As their faith was turned completely to dust.. 

They continued living the melancholic life..

Until one day, as the fate mellowed its pipe..

Cautious, as they were, rememberimg the grevious past..

But still their acts of hatings couldn’t last ..

The crown being the first to break out the facts..

Poured sunshine in the sword, through the cracks..

Although the sword quite slow, got the fact..

Turned the crown positive, thus deciding to ignore the past…

Both of them, though weak at pace..

Finally found each other in the race..

Albeit, they greive and long for the memories..

They learned to be each other’s remedies..

That is how the crown found sword..

The the pledge of alliegence was born..!!

This is not the story of betrayal or friendship. But a tale of seeking someone who could tell and remind you of yourself..They still aren’t aware enough to brand their relation..but they call themselves friends and that’s all what matters..!!! 

From someone as alembicated as ‘soul


As hallowed as ‘sister‘…

  • “Subconsciously she poured her heart out to her..neither of them cognized the flying start of a sublime relation”
  • Some relations are inexplicable all you know is they are beautiful


I think its time to say.
As greenery is always admired by the lay
I thought, I could go silent..
But now I’ve finally arranged
Words and emotions on the heart’s tray..

The way you rock me in the dead of the night..
Its the only way I forget my plight
The way you glance on my dripping hair..
Its soothing but I avoid the stare..
The way you pick my each rush
And stiffen it in just one hush..

I fall sick and you care
Don’t blame for at times even you’re the same..
The happiness I feel is amazingly new..
Its even more chaste than the morning dew..
I’ll watch your back forever
Just to ignite the fervour of ‘together’

You think you’re alone in the world’s line..
That your tears don’t count as mine..
Your sadness is my blood deduction
Your pain is my defoliation
Your numbness is my joy resistance
Your tears question my existence

What else could I ask
You’ve loved me without a mask
In my arid heart, you are the rain..
My sadness, only you can drain..
But still I say in a blow
Keep me safe honey, don’t ever let me go..

Wait, are you still waiting to listen the words..
Those three little, understandable even to the nerds..
You’re smile is my favourite treat
I feel I’m on my destination street
With the bliss of heaven and aroma of Jasmine..
I LOVE YOU.. much more than you can imagine

For me, love is friendship..this one’s for all those friends who care to drop a message in this jam packed life.. For all those friends who bother to notice the frown and initiate to bring a smile..For all those friends who are magic in the most natural way.


The pillow has endless tears..
Muffled cries is what the quilt hears..
Blank stare is what the mirror bears..
Tear stains is something, shower clears..

Life has stopped
Breaths are hitched
My presence is a question..
Death maybe is a correct assumption…

You left thinking the memories will fade
The innumerable ones, which together we made..
You thought,your warmth would no longer be my crave
No sorry, I’m yet not that brave..

Why din’t you take me along
Isn’t your life where I belong..
If now also you’ll come..
I’ll feel my breaths are still some..!!