Thursday, 10 May 2018

Another Poem

I had written another poem
Nothing short of an outburst
Emotions pouring from within
Filling up my retribution thirst

Strong opinion and intention
Clouded all creative thought
The poem became a narrative
But truth was completely lost

When I read it now I just laugh
At views once turned me aghast
But it serves as a fading memory
Of the inner turmoil now passed

So I realized an ounce of fact
That sentiments are often blind
To find reality we need a distance
And let go of narrowness of mind

Wednesday, 17 January 2018

High time

The game is up and it's time
To remove all the makeup
Discard the shallow mask
After acting so well so long

We have forgotten what's life 
It's at death's beckoning when
We all suddenly get to realize
The game's up, its high time

Friday, 29 December 2017

One last goodbye

Our bags were packed and ready
Movers van loaded the furniture
The rented house we are leaving
Is now so empty except with dust

One last check, the empty cupboard
Only some old bills and tags remain
And the leaking tap weeps the same
Last time I lock door and return keys

The last goodbye to the neighborhood 
Never to return, but maybe pass it by
Just like meeting a loved one long lost
Indifference masking befuddled heart

Exactly how I feel now at the year-end
Another year coming to timely farewell
Not knowing what time will bring forth
And we trudge along with fervent hope

Monday, 18 December 2017


Looking back the rear view mirror
Road left behind is desolate dispair

But we still survived all this way
The vehicle is still running well

So it's high time to rejoice and
Embrace the challenges ahead

Friday, 8 December 2017

Receding memory

Vanished, now no more
The night passes silently
Shadows have receded

No more faint whispers
Thoughts submerged to
Depths of subconscious

Lost in a wild dream
I can sense presence
Diffusing to the air

Vanished, yes no more
Somethings survives
In the negative space

Monday, 16 October 2017


Birthdays are the time
To celebrate for most
But it always makes me
Question about myself

Where has my journey
Taken me so far as now
Is there really any gain
Other than my weight

I nevertheless consumed
Copius bit of resources
How much have I so far
Contributed back around

Such thoughts make me
Feel awry and so haywire
Was there a point for me
To ever to be even born

There's not a relationship
That I have fully fulfilled
Be it my parents, friends
Teachers, boss or spouse

In spite the poor record
I have built bit stability
Where I can sit ponder
Not bothered with needs

That is what is positive
Gives hope to overcome
Ruthless grip of my ego
Once rediscover my soul


As our lives pass through
The fabric of space-time
Many a time we intersect
To meet and disperse soon

On such an intersection
It led me to just ponder
What became different
And what was same still

From a distance as I looked
It felt like another person
Is standing in front of me
It's rude to be trespassing

But it's more a sacrilege
To pass by without a 'hi'
Thus I gathered courage
As if to meet a new being

After few fumbled words
And a nervous half-smile
Our intersection got over
We partake a long adieu

But beyond intersections
Momentary passing by
Remains the impressions
Nurturing deep our souls