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






It shall all pass…

Sometimes I wish could freeze
time, so I could relive

the moment you lied to me

that you love me.

for the moment is still etched

in my heart and mind

replaying at the depths of my soul in the dark nights

and the brightest day, in the busiest instant of time

to the time I am free as a hawk in the sky.

Wishing and trying to figure out

what made you go rogue on our love

and kill it in the most gruesomest

way possible, damaging me to an extent

that even my best friend could repair,

nor could the hundreds of God could

give redemption from.

In the corners of the road, amongst the thousands

my eyes still searches for you in the real

world as well as the virtual world.

Hoping and dreaming just for a glance

of your beautiful smile

which once brought me to my knees.

Every day I decide to let go, but letting go itself lets go

of my decision.

You were always the damsel who made

me put on my best battle suit to fight on.

And till today I do fight, before it was to win you

now to let you go.

Your love was all that kept me humble and kind

and till date it sure does.

For whenever there is a happy moment it makes

Me doubt the instance .

You were the flower that bloomed

In my desert heart.

Unknowingly things went haywire

Paradise was just burnt to the ground

And u danced amidst the ashes.

The artistic approach to literature

Turned into a monologue of trying

To forget and forgive you.

For you see; words merely try to speak

Out my heart n soul.

You were the chaos I was once

Happy to be with now

All am left with is just the chaos

Which you left me with.

How do I tell that

You still cross my mind

That i still to long to hold your

Hands n walk through rest of

Our life.

You are there yet not there

So is the void that runs in my life

Without you.

May be one day you will come back

Or may be i shall forget you forever.

Either of which am unsure.

But maybe one day……..

It shall all pass.
Cheers to life



the state of uncertainity

How it feels to be broken

is a question not

even the broken cant  explain

it is a state of uncertainty

where the perfect flowers

also seems mocking

It is a phase where even a

bright daylight seems to be

burning you

to ashes.

It is where even happiness

seems some sarcastic joke

by life

It is a phase where the

mind goes for a stroll

imagining the unimaginable.

It is a stage in life

where pain is just a word

cause the emotion is


but then it is just a phase

few pass it few hide it

few just stop it

by giving into it.

All in all

it is a lesson in life which everyone

learns in their life at a certain



Cheers to life



Short Post 14

In the sea of what if’s and it could have been

A wave washed ashore

Thinking what if

the vampire is not scared of the sun

what if they hide away from the sun

not cause of death is scary

What if the sunlight would only judge them

for staying alive.



The untold stories created a melodrama

in the pages of the book which was written inside the head.




The struggle was not to die

but to die living.

The struggle was not to stop failing

but to build success upon those failures.

Struggle was not for peace

but to find chaos, peaceful.







and thats it…

It was meant to be

or was it intended to be

both lead to the same outcome

on a smaller scale.

memories were created

knowing that the

future was unknown.

It didnt hurt a bit

when reality bit in installments

But it hurt when the installments

added up to the larger picture

and created you and I

from us.

What once united us

made you and me today.

There is no tears in

the depth of regret.

There is no pain in

the well of depression.

There is just

a small


hope not for the new

beginning, but a hope

for a dark subtle

life away from all

and the world.

But everytime

I try to reach that paradise

which I call as such,

Is withheld by the thought of

the massacre it would

leave behind if i reach my destination.

there is no medicine to cure these

sleepless nights

There is no music to sooth

there is just

the thoughts, thoughts

which not all understand.

An all time working brain

to mum the heart.

Words metaphorically

trying to express the depth of thoughts

same time not to be understand by all

for that is meant to be; for that is truly intended to be…..

and that’s it.


Cheers to life






Short Post # 13

As the rain outside stops and the storm inside just starts;


Happy with the illusion of happiness said the realist.

Happy with the illusion said the illusionist.

Happy with the idea of happiness, laughed happiness.


Anger wanted to burn everything down;

heart just added fuel to it

mind just kept quite

Conscience just lite it

for sometimes demons are created not born.



As I see the wolf dance to the tune of its solitude

the beats inside my heart plays a music

irresistible to dance in accord to it.



There are isno forgiveness there is no vengence

there’s just moving on leaving aside all that hurts.



cheers to life







Ye olde Heart…

As the moon rises in the dark sky

so does the tide of emotions which starts

hitting the shores of the heart

corroding the stones that guard

the brain from these emotional


The strong cringe to the pain

of sorrow begins.

The smiling face suddenly puts on a battle gear

for a battle worst than ever.

Morning light seems forever to come,

as the battle rages into the late night.

tears couldn’t bandage the damage

regret could not ease the pain

anger couldn’t bring back the happiness

prayers couldn’t change the reality.

Gallons of spirit,wouldn’t lift

his spirit.

Density of smoke couldn’t warm

the coldness that had frozen the heart

no amount of running could help

reach the destiny that the heart desired.

Then arose the monster, for

the battle continues for ye olde heart to really

become ye olde heart….

cheers to life