Friday, 15 April 2016

Leaving behind

I guess it was meant to be
I had much to leave behind
Haunting all my memories
And my dreams to ever find

The school classroom where
I flipped pages in dull noons
My first watch gifted by dad
Whose strap broke too soon

The winding train journeys
From home to design school
Carrying homemade sweets
For my classmates to drool

Getting my first earning
Although worth peanuts
Holding loved one's hand
Losing trust with bit fuss

First apartment I'd rented
Decorating it with posters
Then one fine day packing 
Leaving behind no marks

Wednesday, 13 April 2016

Monday, 4 April 2016


I'd written my best poetry
When I was madly in love

Doors of my heart opened
Awaiting someone to enter

Words flowed like a breeze
Shaking myself from within

Door has now been closed
I sit beside closed windows

Gasping for a stray words
To fill an empty notebook

Friday, 1 April 2016


Life is meaningless
How could it ever be
Anything otherwise

Meaning is too big
A word to rest upon
Consequences heavy

Delicate as a feather
Life drifts by across
From shore to shore


My work is done
Now I can pause
To retire in peace

Let echoes carry
Out my messages
My voice is feeble

Exhausted I rest
My work is done
Let it endure on