Silent nights…

Silence speaks a thousand words

A feeble voice inside the head always speaking

louder than the world;

yet no one else can hear it out-loud.

It speaks all the time without a stop

for the mind is always restless

no matter the calmness on the face.

Amidst all the chaos , a silent night comes once

a while where there is only silence.

The kind of silence which death is also

scared off; the kind of silence which

halts time and space.

The bliss which gives is both

scary as well as amazing,

for its in darkness in a world filled with “Light”

the craving for that lost hug, that lost kiss

also cannot match it.

For the silence awakens the sleeping soul

and shows the world as it is

The butterflies in the stomach

dies and shows their true face.

The purpose of life seems

clear, the words no longer

seem to intrigue the mind and heart

rather it craves for reality.

Anger does not burn you, rather it

fuels you to be better.

Sadness cannot hurt as it would

it only motivates to push oneself to

the limit.

You see the bright side of darkness which once

scared you.

That is the power of silent nights.

It awakens the one’s dead from the within.


Cheers to life






Daily Prompt – Torn


The sails where torn apart

by the same wind which sailed the boat

creating a wreckage beyond repair

and pushing it off to a no mans land.

Yet the sail was hopeful that the same wind

would one day take the boat ashore to

the promised land.

Ships cross the barren land seeing the wreckage

and tells the passengers story of how the wind

wrecked the sail boat,

as a story of once a sailor who trusted the wind

and set sail to conquer the sea

but just got tangled in the wind

which was to show him the sea.

Like the torn sail, so was the sailor

torn yet the wind, the wind never escapes his

mind for he still hopes for it to take him to that promised land

which the wind promised.

And without the one who promised the sailor

to be all along the journey…….





An illusion


The calm sunsets at the beach

with handover the shoulder of

the one who would walk shoulder

to shoulder in all storms and pleasant day.

The breeze makes her hair fly high and she smiles

for a moment could not understand what was

more beautiful her smile or the sunset.

Time the culprit signals that it is time to reach home.

We depart with a sadness that the moment is gone

yet happiness hides behind subtly cause tomorrow

is a new day and we meet once again.

As her home closes by, the heart beats go berserk

not wanting to letting her go.

But the darkness of the skies pushes her inside .

As the moon shines n the chilly wind blazes all out

The heart starts to sobs to hear her sweet voice.

There comes technology to rescue in form of phone.

Talks of the unseen future builds the foundation

for the discussion.

As she says shares how scared she is off

the society, family and the world.

A strange sense of fearlessness

awakens inside him saying will fight it

She gives a laughs and says

he can’t  his family cause she will hit him

if he tries to fight them.

He says he would do anything to make her happy.

She asks the perfect wish, says its way too late

go home eat n sleep.

But she does not know he is hungry for her presence.

Somehow the night ends….

they both slept off saying those three magical words.

They had this all along some good days, some bad days.

Some days they would fight the world for each other. N few days they would fight each other for the world.

Both had d best of times. Her innocence put hiM into a state of self questioning saying was it all true or a dream was he worthy of her.

She would laugh seeing his bedazzled mind.

Then when a drop of tear would roll down his cheek.

She would stop n say it’s all real n how she would leave the entire world for him…

She was like the angel in his demonic life.

She was the moonlight his darklife wanted.

She was the wizard who tamed the dragon.

She was true to him n so was he…

They had everything sorted out.

She was the dam which could hold

back all that the world would hold against him.

She was like this watchful teacher.

She knew it all, she knew how attached he was

she was all that mattered to him,  he would

Lose track of time when she was around.

If she asked he would bring anyone to their knees.

So powerful was his queen, that he would run into

any battle without a second thought…

As age passed when it was all bout have it’s happy little ending,.

There came a hunter,  called reality smashing

those little dreams crushing those promises.

And squandered barely breathing trying to see her ,there was reality laughing , laughing the laughter of death.

She had the sword that cut him…

And she was all an illusion!!!!.

His cry was unheard his anger went out of control.

He wanted to destroy everything that breathed.

Cause it was not promises that where broken along with heart.

It was trust on humanity they went off.

The hands which ones wiped the tears cause tears of pain.

The smile which once soothed his raging heart, today created waves of depression.

Her voice could he heard in his dreams.

She was there yet he could not do anything.

Falling to his knee,  begging for mercy,

Pleading not to betray all were a vain.

Cause as she said, it was all an illusion…

Love died,  heart survived an attack,

Life struggled through, all that was left

were the happy moments of the illusion

Which walks n leaps in the corners of his heart n soul, taunting how he had been fooled into believing he can he happy…

After all it was the best illusion he ever envisioned….yet it was an illusion a black day of life…

Cheers to life




When i was a mess

When I was a Mess, you were there

helping me clean up those mess.

When my demons started comin out

you were there to leash them

and keep me sane.

Dont get me wrong

i was all capable to tame those demons but

the way you did I wouldnt master.

But back then i was  a mess…..


Is it sadness…

As a human we all feel emotions , for may be that is what makes us human. Happiness , sadness, anxiety, curiosity ,love, hate,anger etc etc… all these exists in us all.

For today lets us talk of sadness, for it has intrigued me for a while seeing people be sad seeing it in myself as well. Its a emotion with hidden powers that we sometimes fail to realize. It is a catalyst to success cause you see sadness can he harnessed into dedication and commitment for sadness comes from pain from loss from betrayal from failure basically from what means a lot an individual also sometimes from surroundings happenings cause of various external factors.

But is it sadness or is it just the mind being disappointed….. ??

Question I am finding no answer to, could you help me out here… do let me know in the comments


Expectation for no expectation


What to expect when you have let go of expectations

but subtly deep down have an hope that the

unexpected to happen.

After all it were the expectations which broke

making these words ,these rantings,these abrupt

out pour of grief, anger pain.

Cause we all have an expectation to not have an expectation

but the heart, the courteous heart,

it just cant keep up.

After all not having an expectation itself is an expectation !!

Somewhere we all want to be

that lonely fearless warrior with nothing

to lose…..

We all have it , few have it loads few have it in

the tinest level…..


Cheers to life





The little dream

As the weekend inches by, sitting beside the window seat at work seeing the cars rush towards their destination to avoid the weekend rush. A sudden thought strikes like a lightening and brings back an old memory, once a dream and still remains the same.


She strikes again, her voice echoes inside the head silently like a feeble haunting voice, give a sudden jerk and a ache to the heart, as i try to snap out of it she already made contact with my heart and could feel the ache slowing raising and the eyes getting ready to get moist.

But unable to shed that tear the fist just goes to get in contact with a wall with a force, people around think that some one client or manager must have spoilt my evening.

What do they know no amount of work pressure can break me for it is the same work pressure which keeps me occupied from thinking of my lost angel.

Days, months and years have passed without her but not a day gone by without she passing my mind.

Why is it that the heart longs for the one who broke it in the first place. Why does the the heart not apply the logic which the mind is good at when it comes to all the other things and people in the world. Why  is that common sense takes a hind seat when it is about her. Is it stupidity or is it insanity or is it weakness, call what you may, but it exists just as there exists the sun the moon.

Some people over come it some people hide it. Everytime the promises i made reminds me how much i loved her and how much more i would give. But now all of it is just a dream cause all that love that affection is stacked up within rotting inside waiting for a miracle every dream which comes of her gives the chills beyond comprehension.

She is now like the dodo bird in life she existed once but now extinct or may be evolved and not in my life and in a different universe. But this heart its not ready to forget you and gives the shocker no matter awake or asleep.

She was a dream then and even now she remains but what happened inbetween the mind tries to figure out if it was a illusion or was it real, but in vain cause it usually ends with a mental breakdown and a anger towards oneself, for the reason for her departure away from me is unknown and till date the hunt is on to find one solid reason to finally let it go or may be thats also a little dream…..

Just remembered you again as always and you grow stronger  inside everyday… where ever you are with whom ever you are just know that you are still remembered by me everyday …. stupid


Cheers to life