"She..."

Like the wind in her eyes,
I flew into the sunrise.
The river shone from her lashes
& burnt my soul to ashes
She wanted to be freer than free,
The memory kept haunting me.
She said millions of words without speaking,
I could feel my resolve weakening.

"A Twisted Fate."

Tripping again & again on his own mistakes,
Failing to distinguish reality from the fakes,
He was trapped in his self-made cage!


A loner, if ever there was one,
His misery was disguised by his fun,
& from happiness, he was always on the run.


Seated by himself, his mood black as tar,
he found love in the empty jar.
He was the loneliest at that bar!

"The Beginning That Was The End"

The world came crashing down, looking at me with a frown.
Everything was falling into a dark, endless abyss, as I watched on, helpless.
I shivered with the burning cold of the night. Hell! I was scared, I confess.
Swirls of mist were closing in around me, obscuring, concealing what I couldn’t see.
My heart was cold, like a cube of ice. But I couldn’t calm down my emotions & they burnt like a cup of boiling tea.

"School Life"

when in school, all we did was crib and complain, you and I,
dying to start a new life, college life...wanting only to say 'bye'.
And now a year has flown by...we're in college, settling into a world unsure,
we miss school, we miss classes, we miss the time that was so pure...
soon we shall flourish, settle down and eventually perish,
but the time we spent in school, is time we shall always cherish!

"The Other Life..."

This is something I loved writing and it takes off from A tree. A rock. A cloud by Carson McCullers. I would request you to please read that in order to understand this story better...


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The cells of the zygote were fast dividing & differentiating…soon, a new living, 
breathing organism came into existence…& waited for the right moment to announce its 
arrival to the world.

"Dead Life"

Just when everything was supposed to get over, fate turned our lives upside down again
Like a fool, I was expecting an end, a sense of closure and then…
What was supposed to be a salvation, turned into loss…and pain, oh, the pain!
It was sheer torture, except it was worse than that…much worse.


I was the light that flickered before being completely consumed by the shadow
I tried to be a part of the dark, hoping to overcome them…the harbingers of my doom
But try as I might, I was unsuccessful, a misfit like dead flowers in a meadow…
But you…you who could’ve got us away, sat there like a helpless child.

"The Request..."

A spark of love pierced my heart, a clap of laughter struck me.
A blast of joy took my breath away, I jumped around like a mad tree.
I rolled around in a basket of joy, I ran round & round a sphere of life.
It seemed like I could, would never forget those words…“Will you be my wife?”


They told me that we were too different, belonged to different strata of society.
I told them, “What the hell, I could do with some variety!”
They warned me about cheating husbands & forced abortions,
But the sheer weight of my happiness crushed all caution. 

"Look, See, Hear, Say, Feel"

Look around you, look careful
Look cautiously, there’s a bull!
Look out! Its growing bigger & bigger
Oops! It’s only my car going nearer!
Look, look it’s not even real!


Don’t you see, it’s just a cutout?
I see! Of imagination I’ve got a bout!
Now you see it, now you don’t!
But I can see it always, only you won’t.
You see, you eat too much veal!

"The Last Storm..."

“See you in school tomorrow!” I said to my friend, “by the way, it was an 

awesome party, thanks for calling!”

“That’s quite okay!” said my friend, “thanks for coming…um-mm, are you sure 

you’ll manage by yourself, I mean your house isn't exactly near, and it looks like 

it’s going to rain cats & dogs!”

“Yeah, I’ll manage, don’t worry…so, see ya then, bye”

“Bye!”

And off I went.

"A Lonely Life"

A writer walks alone, on the road of life.

Without a father, without a mother; without a sibling, without a wife.

He writes to satisfy his soul, & to entertain his readers.

He tries to impress the critics, by criticizing the leaders.

His work revolves around the glories of life, 

With an occasional pinch of tragedy to add spice.

"Lets..."

Let’s not cry at coming second & not first.
Let’s not disapprove of academic failures, with our lips pursed.
Let’s not follow Boman Irani’s words in ‘3 Idiots’ that “life is a race, if you go fast, you’ll be like a broken ‘andaa’, in a cuckoo’s nest. “
For a change, let’s learn to mend the ‘andaa’ & provide it with a new nest.
Let’s stop trying to be the only best.
Let’s not fight for 0.25 marks anymore,
Let’s not forget that till infinity we can soar.
Let’s grow up!

"The Legend of No Man’s Land"

The trio had been walking on the deserted road,

For two days & three nights,

Sweating profusely under their heavy load.

For miles around, there was not a soul in sight.

All they had for company were barren hills, endless sands

And the constantly fading light.

To find the road to `No Man’s land’,

Such had been their quest,

And their goal, to find the gold hand.

But now, it all seemed like a dirty jest,

And with all their hopes shattered,

They expected only failure, at best.

"The Teacher"

“A well-read mind is like an oyster, it has the ability to produce pearls of wisdom from grains of sand.”


They listened to her, rapt with attention.
Taking in the coat of fake fur, & the face lined with tension.
She was their new teacher,
This frail, mouse-like creature.


Though her appearance was neat & tidy, her wispy brow hair & dark old clothes,
Spoke of relentless poverty, & of shabby houses along dingy roads.
Such was the appearance of their new teacher,
This poverty-ridden, tidy creature.

an introduction to the blog

Around 5 months back, I made my first blog because I wanted a platform to share my work with people and also because I wanted a space where I could ramble in general!

I had a lot of fun with that blog, but I also came to realize that the blog's audience has become such that most of my writings go unnoticed. While I may be okay with my ramblings and random thoughts not getting attention, I would hate to see my creative writing not get a suitable platform at least, if not an attentive audience.