Tuesday, August 23, 2016


What better companions than
The walls that back your spine,
The books that hold your heart,
The music that fills your senses,


The thoughts that create your mind!

...Aug 06, running thoughts...

Monday, August 15, 2016


Rain, my dearest!

I forgive you.

Yours ever,

P.S.: Apparently, my 200th post!

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

What do i do...

What do I do with all the 

songs of my soul 
that do not see the vocal passage,

love in my heart
that do not penetrate the indurate,

tunes in my head
that do not become scales and notes,

thoughts in my head
that do not meet the monochromes of a paper,

light in my eyes
that do not see the words of a book,

fire in my spirit
that go unkindled.

Tuesday, August 02, 2016


i am not running fast,
but i am gasping for breath.
i am not working hard,
but i am longing for a break.
i am not thinking through,
but i am feeling spent.
i am not shackled,
but i am aching for freedom.

Monday, July 11, 2016


After I was charred
And just when I began to sob,
I hear a child cry...

It was neither an obstinate
nor an unreasonable cry.

It resonated inside my entire self,
And felt like our cries were in unison.

My heart shattered...

Like the shattering
of the bridge that shared
the same vibrating frequency
as the march of the soldiers on it.

Tuesday, June 07, 2016


Of late,
Things are being spewed at me.
The hurling objects look to me
like glowing snow-like pebbles
smothered with ash.

It is not until late that I realize
they are the radiantly glowing,
hot and fuming pieces of coal.

I chide myself
for being incognizant
of the mistaken identity--
of the words.


I am all charred by then.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016


Heartaches are messy.
Especially the ones involving misunderstandings.