You know it's getting even harder to live here. I don't have a reason to bear this harsh reality. These days, the Sun seems to run and hide away behind the clouds in the afternoon only. No one can even lend an ear to my sorrowful, hopeless life. Why will they, anyways? They say it... Continue Reading →


Symphony Musings (Collaboration)

Softly comes the hush of wind, Binding me with the nature so kind, Like the Daisy in full bloom, I got out of my boring room. A homely zephyr kisses me off, As I lay on the mountain, Atop. Mimosa is in its full bloom Just like himalyan plume. Lightly, ever so lightly, the wind... Continue Reading →

My soul- A poetry

My soul was once a poetry, Sung as splendid as a baritone. My soul is a poetry, And sounds like a mere crass cacophony. My soul will be a poetry, And what I only wish, Is to have it between right cords, So it once again sounds pleasant. I will answer all the comment asap.... Continue Reading →

Scarlet lips

Oh she seems out of sight now. Where's she gone. The life took a turn and so she too folded in, with that turn. Am I alone now? Or perhaps I'm lonely? Learn the difference. Don't you see these red eyes which were once hazel green? Or maybe, you don't want to. Anyways I must... Continue Reading →

Undiscribed masterpiece!

My skin bleeds in metaphors. My mind wanders in the depth of your poetry. I feel myself drowned in a ocean of your words. As more often as this loquacious tongue is used, I feel myself flowing with these currents. You look like a villanelle, wanting to be sung, babe. As mysterious as an unread... Continue Reading →

A secret

The only mistake I did was to share my every secret with her. I didn't know she'll be just another stranger with all my secrets. They say when we get too close to anything, it looses it's lust. Perhaps, moon looks beautiful because it's far away. Pretty far and out of reach for you and... Continue Reading →

Last chapter of my Life.

My head is a very dark place. Every time thoughts of suicide are looming up. I fought a war. The war of my life. A war between my soul and my very skin. Physically in front of people I'm just a transparent sheet of paper. Every thing seems drenched up, dripping in grey. The lush... Continue Reading →

Living dead

Now smoking is the only thing, I can feel myself interested in. I can feel the pleasure. Pleasure of betrayal perhaps? I don't want any friend to accompany me. Now, I'm betrayed enough to get my things myself. I'm dead on my feet living this lie. My life is a lie. And my existence is... Continue Reading →


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