Tuesday, 4 September 2018


Promise...asked me one day
Why do you promise ?
When you can't
Turning me into an unholy chant
I am like the sunshine and the dust
If you utter then you must
Keep my fame
Through pride or shame
Still if you miss me sometimes
I won't complain
Knowing your intentions were right
Yes, I am filled with myriad shades
So is Life...
And I am here to stay


Blood spills
On frontiers
In corridors
Open fields
Inside chambers
Ripped apart flesh from bones
Raised hands banged heads
Scars that scream
Yet we sleep tonight
Praying for a new tommorow

Monday, 4 June 2018

Skin & Bones Or Emotions

Are you made of
Skin  &  Bones


Surrounded we are
End of the Road
We are
All alone.


Spoken unspoken
Numerous thoughts
Few got graved
Few burst
Bridges across
Spoken unspoken
Numerous thoughts.

Thursday, 17 May 2018


That day was like any other day. 
She got ready for her show. 
Closed the door and opened the umbrella to avoid a mild drizzle that had just started. 
Few steps and her path stopped abruptly . Leaving her blank. 
She saw the operation theater for the first time. Couldn’t feel her limbs beneath. 
Though tears trickled down the corners, smile stuck her lips.

Today is again like any other day. 
The stage is set. 
So is she. 
With her favourite pair of ballerinas on wheels. 

Photo :  submitted by Courtney Wright. © Photo

The Stage...

They came,
They entertained,
You laughed,
You clapped,
Raised and Praised,
The crew,
The cast,
Someone who missed your gaze,
Someone who held them all,
The Stage.

Wednesday, 9 May 2018

River And The Gravel

The river asked one day,
To gravels beneath,
How do you stay calm as I crush you everyday,
Over riding your land, making you go astray?
Gravel replied,
With the hint of a smile,
To go berserk was my wish,
Over seasons,
As you rushed,
Scared I was to bear humongous load,
When the rushing waters flowed,"
Today as you come,
Lumping down,
I know it's time,
To lower down my crown,
Troubled I am not like yesteryears,
Clouds might have burst tonight for me,
Summers too would knock for my majesty.

Saturday, 5 May 2018


Infiltration was a routine in the territory.
The alert wasn't unexpected.
They waited with bated breath.
For the right moment .
With fingers on the trigger and vision across the stream.

Movements from the other side could be felt.
In a blink of an eye bullets fired through the trees, piercing bodies testing resolve of the team.
Not enough to stop Major Verma to proceed in the dark leading the pack.
Shooting them down before getting shot.
Protecting the land he bows his head down to.

Write up and Pic :  Friday Fictioneers

Friday, 4 May 2018


The sea,
The sky,
Your eyes that stare,
Above the moon,
You and I belong .

Pic : Google Images

Tuesday, 1 May 2018

Missing Piece...

Shoulder to lean,
Ears that listen
Expressions gold
Hand to hold
Straightening that awkward crease
Are you someone's
Missing piece...


Promise...asked me one day Why do you promise ? When you can't Turning me into an unholy chant I am like the sunshine and the dust ...