Ghosts from past

Winter sky, naked trees and white grass,Remind you of your long forgotten scars,They meant to lift your chin up,Instead, they get into your head and try mess everything up, A barefoot walk with them on a cold ground,Lets you relive estranged memories and leads you to an introspective route,Leaves crumble under your feet,And heart trembles…

Left to bled

You struggle inside to wage a war,That never was yours to fight nor was it for anybody to get sour for. You don’t learn it though, nor do you even try,For it’s not easier to unlearn the imprint on heart even after numerous tries. Tough is the day, tougher gets the night,A face you want…

It is, and still is not!

After ages, he came back to it, To a place dear to heart, To a place never forgotten, To a place called home. It was there, standing strong and still and the same. Away from the chaos of the humans, away from the edges of the summers. “What took you so long?” It wanted to…

What is Poetry?

Originally posted on Asha Seth:
What is poetry? I know not. I’m a mere amateur trying to be someone. Mind you, not like someone. Poetry, to me is elusive. I know about poetry just as much a new-born knows about the wide vast world. It’s an ocean to me, and I try swimming across, trying…

Lost forever to disarray

Here, Hold my hand tight, And walk by my side, Away from this world, away from its sight. Turn your ears deaf, And eyes blind, For what is to be felt Needs only a heart seeking another to bind. The redness of cheeks, And the echo of my heart’s beat, Your hands would do To…

When does Poetry occur to You?

This piece, unlike most of my writings, has a title implying the direction of this journey. Mostly, I go with subtle titles that are related to my write-ups but do not give away the gist right away. So, back to the title, when does poetry occur to you? When is it that only a poem…

Away from turning Wild

She holds it in deep inside, in some place dark where not a light flickers. What it is is not to be questioned. Because it isn’t a lie, Neither a façade. Everybody has it in the depth of their eyes, in the dungeons of their heart, in the thick of their soul. Bright and clear…

Let me Mourn and Seethe

They thought they knew me, I, too, thought they knew me, Until the day when it came down to grant me a wish, A wish to fly, dive into the bottom of the sky. They are not bad, I ain’t a bad one either, Yet we are stuck here where I am crawling and they…

Some days

Some days love feels simple, simple as gazing at plain water, Other days there doesn’t come an emotion as intricate as love in sight. Some days love feels insignificant, a burden, Other days it seems indispensable, rather impossible, to live without. Some days love gives the feels of entanglement, Other days make that tangled feeling…

I was born a Human!

I was born a human, but the world degraded me to an eye-candy, turned me into an object, excluded me from being one of them, one of human baby. Even before one is born, a mother mourns. Not because she is having a girl, but because her baby girl is doomed to live in a…