The Sunset

An evening, mid monsoon, mid July, when the shadow overcast had taken a break, they spent the evening, under the setting sun.

The scorching heat burnt their skins while the cold breeze calmed those burns.


They waited for two hours, two long hours, to watch the sky glow.

Behind the grey clouds, the sun remained shy, it rays touching the water, like sparkling diamonds over the horizon.

Golden to yellow, yellow to red, the colors kept changing, painting the sky in colorful abundance.

The dark blue sky, the burning white clouds, the sound of the ways. Mesmerizing. Tender.

They lived the moment, in divine silence.




A Gift, Unexpected.

Satisfied, she wakes,

Corporeal, her happiness,

Memories, of the previous night,

Wonderful, marvellous,

Bare intentions, serpentine,

Thirst quenching,

In a draft of emotions,

She lays, observing,

A heart, hitting the ribs,

Heaving, rhythmically, a chest,

Naked, unguarded,

A shoulder, contoured,

Perfect, responsible,

A recurring thump, carotids,

A face, so calm, dreaming,

Harmless, Innocent,

An unintentional desire, raw,

A forever, in a moment,

She smiled, content,

Unaware, poor girl,

A purpose, mischievous,

A future, disastrous.





Mind Games

Reality isn’t what we see, but what we understand.

In the past few years, I have had the opportunity to observe a lot of people, people belonging to various strata of the society. However, the one thing that has deeply embedded my mind is the fact that everybody is different and yet, everybody is the same.

I was sitting peacefully, in a corner, observing the lot before me.

A mixed crowd, it was.

Some sad, burdened with the burden of life; some happy, cherishing the fruits of life; some focussed, some disturbed. However, if observed carefully, they were all one, brought together with the same desire, the desire to have more, to have something different, to grow, to prosper. A cohort of the thoughtfully abled but wilfully disabled individuals, kneeling in front of Thee, asking for more, lot more than what they had.

Greed has been an emotion known to the mankind since when it came into existence. We all want more of this and more of that. Greed is that one feeling which binds us all. Divided by these worldly boundaries, religion and faiths, we are all the same, hungry and greedy.

 You may think that you are not greedy, but every time you look up to Him and ask for something, you are being greedy.

A thought keeps visiting me every now and then,

Why the Greed to Get, why not the Greed to Give? Why are we so bound to our materialistic lives? Why not share what we have? Why are we so selfish?

Why are we what we are?


Today, when I look back at the situation I was in a year ago, I smile to myself because I survived. Life has changed amazingly in the past calendar year.

The journey has been overwhelming, a metamorphosis, from a girl into a woman. 

Challenged with difficulties at every step, from a tiny hurdle to a immovable mountain, I have grown.

Nothing much has changed, I am still me but at the same time nothing resembles the way life was a year ago. Everything I that I believed would last long, has perished.

The recklessness in me has gone, far away. I don’t take hasty decisions anymore. Irrational reasoning has turned into rational thoughts.

The priorities have changed. Family first. Always.

I have become a little more focussed towards myself, unlike what I was before. My ambitions have soared, my dreams have flourished.

My view of situations has changed. I feel a little mature, though the child in me still lives, I have learned to understand things in a different manner.

My outlook towards life has changed. My wants and desires are less selfish. I feel free of materials, my needs are more emotional.

Everything has changed and yet, I am still the same.

Are they real?

Have you ever wondered why do you dream?

IMG_20130723_211828What are these dreams?

Story from a different lifetime? Future events? Or a mind game?

A conscious effort? Or a subconscious picture?

It is said that you dream what you think, but many a times we don’t dream what we think. In fact, we dreams of things we have never thought about.

But is that true? Are we sure that we have never thought about that particular event?

Our subconscious is a tenacious bundle of chords. Its stores a lot, a lot of things, things that we have no clue about.

Heard about the term Deja vu?

Where does that feeling come from? The Subconscious.

The harsh reality of the past that lives deep within beyond the reach of you and me.




Pensive of Karma

Bit by bit, it fills,
Deed by deed it fills,
Your pensive,
Your pensive of Karma.
A little tilt here,
A little tilt there,
It floats,
Balancing itself.
Weighing positive at times,
Weighing negative, mostly,
It sways,
Your pensive of Karma.
You will have to answer,
Oh yes you will,
If you can’t keep it still,
Your pensive of Karma.


Don’t give up, yet…

I picture myself sitting on my couch with a cup of steaming coffee in my hand.
The cup is so hot against my hands but everything else is so cold, so numb.
I am looking out of the window, its hazy.
All I see a these tiny little drops racing their way down the glass.
And there’s a lot of lightening and thunder, likes the Gods are debating.
I am thoughtless.
I don’t feel anything.
My hands are burning, my ears are blue.
My insides are hollow, my eyes are full.
A voice in my head jeeps crying.
Another voice is my head tell me I am a fool.
But there two eyes starting at me, through the window.
They speak to me…

You are not done yet, not so soon…