As I stand, gazing at the rain,The droplets trickling down the window pane,My eyes mist over brief recollections,Of stolen moments under the grey heavens,Where, unbridled, I courted freedomEnjoying every import of humdrumThe mind once smogged with lackadaisical dreams,And in the heart where only serenity screamedI ask myself now, 'What's bereft'?For hardly anything of the old… Continue reading Rhythm
Miserably writhing in pain, In the black ophidian’s grips, A shrill piercing howl, Our fiery Apollo emits Swallowed whole by the dragon? Or chased by the vicious wolves? Slipped through the orb of the demon? Or god’s anger on humans? Sable screening the blue, The universe shudders and sighs The globe views, wonderstruck, The stygian… Continue reading Cosmic Phenomenons
I rush for my daily night walk, however late might it be, with no fear of unknown, realms those exist beyond me With a lovely, young companion, sharing my love for the stars I pick her up outside her home, fearless, we both jog across Fearful stories of monsters, she’d narrate to my lackadaisical laugh,… Continue reading A Rendezvous
(The poem is a depiction of people going through death-like physical pain especially when they are unwell) Put me in the cold Beneath there, will I retreat, Storms don’t seem to Assuage this scorching heat Wearied, my journey, Overtired are my feet, I now need the chill, Cist me into the freeze Forlorn smile, my… Continue reading Put Me In The Cold
(This is a work of pure fiction and meant as a light read without intending to cause any offence to anyone in particular) Me: “Maaaa, I’ve got the job I interviewed for in the MNC, last week. I'll be joining as an Assistant Project Manager.” (I squeal excitedly.) Ma: It is a wonderful news child.… Continue reading Don’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover
Twinkle Khanna, widely known for her blunt, satirical articulation and sassy punchlines, often never desists from calling a spade a spade. This article is with reference to a recent video posted out by her on Mother’s Day where she captioned the video as: “What mother’s really want for Mother’s Day but can’t tell their kids.… Continue reading My Take on Twinkle Khanna’s Mother’s Day Video
Traverse through the journey called life with: Spikes on your wheels, Courage on your sleeves, A halo on your crown, And a gratuitous heart Photo by Євгеній Симоненко on Pexels.com
Our breath dies several deaths when we hold pain whereas life enhances manifold as we decide to let go and move on.
Nurturing a blind wish for love is akin to living in a self-made trap. Awake!!! Revamp your individuality into a sturdy one.
Don’t WAIT to end abuse and toxicity. Close doors to it right away and walk out, even if that’s the only option left, for holding on is like a frog sitting in cold water placed over fire, oblivious to its own peril.