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…….





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

A mother and the world

She carried us for 9 months in her tummy

protecting us from the all the badness of the world

till we could see and hear.

Then finally one day she lets us come out to the world

bearing the pain shedding blood sweat and tears

only so that we can see the world.

She is The Mother, a being who lives

strives for her kids.

Then as we grow up we drift away in the name

of growing up,

yet to that iron lady we still are kids

whom she still feels need her protection

we fight sometimes to drift away

still that heart beats for us.

She still worries if her kid ate well, slept well

She calls a thousand times to ask how

we are, we ignore in the name of being busy in meeting,

making a life, but are we truly making a life.

What is the point of life when  money cannot buy that

warmth of love of a mother.

What is the point of living thousands of miles away

if you cannot make your mother happy.

Is it worth it ! in a materialistic world

we say it is the core essence.

But where have we reached with this

we lose what is dear to us in the name of

“making a living”.

Because for a mother, her children are the world.


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




The Tantrum

Ignorance is a bliss for those;

who do not have to deal with the consequence .

For what can be the consequence for the ignorance ?

Is it downfall, is it a heartache or is it a forever etched in

the dusty chambers of the soul.

Or is it just a blissful state of mind where

the present is unaffected by the past.

Is it the confusion that circles around like

soul vultures in the darkness of the night.

can it be the conscience trying to show

a pit which is smaller yet showcasing it

as a deep hell hole.

It is different things to different people.

For some life is a camera so they keep smiling forever,

for few it is a battle field they fight with aggression.

It is all but a beautiful melodrama

consistent and evident wrapped gracefully

with one thing “perception”.








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