Unconditional love of ours
Are so conditioned,
Inexplicable minds of our
Needs all kinds of explanations.
No boundary friendships of our
Got every kind of border. Continue reading “Incomplete”


My story

I got a story

Just like everyone else

Just like that next girl

Who pushes the door every time where she has to pull

And bumps her head

It’s just as clichéd as the guy

Who does engineering, but his heart

lies in the rhythm of words

It’s just as cute as the boy

Who ran away with a girl

At the age of five just because she told him “you are cute”


My story is just like the girl

Who wants to make her dad proud

Not by being an obedient daughter

But by being a rebellious genius

My story is just like that old man

Who washes his 800 every morning

With an affection of a father.

The man whose eyes if you see

Is filled with water

Sparkling and caged, with an invisible holder

Reflecting the image of his lost daughter

And never letting go…

My story is just as adventures as that traveler

With such a happening life

Meeting people, moving places

A life some envy, some follow, some dream of

A life where he is running away from home

Because home is a nightmare to him now

Because home is a place of violence to him now

It’s a cage he flew away from

Because home is an open sky to him now

Because home is where he doesn’t have the courage to go back to


My story is just like that crazy girl

Who tells adventurous stories

With big sparking eyes

The girl who always gets into trouble

And entertains the whole class.

The girl who goes home to a lonely house;

Where mom is out ignoring the truth,

And the cell phone shows the picture of dad…

Dad… who is always there

Dad… who she idealizes

Dad… who she miss now

Dad… who left.

My story is just like everyone else

But it’s just not mine

It’s about everyone

Who has ever touched my life.

My story is YOU


Continue reading “My story”


Its so hard
To finds the words
Words which can describe
The exact heart.

We believe what we see
But we never try to look for
What someone else see

The words are mere cover
Cover which are empty now
The reality inside is now lost
Lost in the handling of masked men.

Words are just few buckets
Of the sea…
We can’t give the sky to feel
So let a flower it be.

Icarus’s sun


I’ll fly that high
Not because I want to
But because that is the only thing I saw,
That was the only thing I felt for so long.
It called me,
And I come.

The passion drew me,
Desire flapped like wings.
I felt the warmth
And the air melted me.
The light called me,
I came,
And I fell.

Warmth turned into peace
Orange was blue then black.
And down I go
Not because I have to
But because I will.
Because I came,
I fell,
And now I’ll fly!!


Run as fast as you can…
From the people you love
Shut the door and never open it
For all it will bring is distruction.

You will love more than you want.
You will love more than you can.
You will be destroyed more than you are capable of.

The world will end around you but the one who sheds your blood and makes you smile…

So run and never look back
Run coz you know no other way.
Run as far as you can n never stop.
Because they will follow you
And if they caught you…
You will live
And you will die
Both at the same time.

The Stories Untold

There are floods of emotions
Drowning you,
There are thought
Trying to make sense,
Like souls without
There bodies
Trying to burst out
Through the mouth,
To make there existence felt.
But the tongue betrays
And the mind is in chaos.

The black ink
stains the white paper,
Like blood on
A knights armour.
The marks of the
Unknown tragedies
Hidden from the joyous kingdom,
Caged inside the bars
Between the lines.

And those, my friend, are the stories untold!!


1) The endless sky
The drowning water,
The noisy waves
Calling you,
To drown in its depth.

The unknown depth,
The wide varing depth,
Which can contain  whole of you.

Surrounding you in its peaceful soundless world
World without chaos
Chaos to find you
Coz you found yourself already

In the vast depth of
The rumbling peaceful sea
You found the depth in you.

The deep seacrets hidden from the human world; eating you inside making you fall apart,
The painful hole that was made is now filled with the colorless water.

2) You find the freedom,
the true Freedom,
Beneath the fooling surface.

The surface,
Tells you to walk freely
And we dont see the irony.

The irony is that
We talk about peace
By shouting our throats out.

The bewitching water
Pulling you inside,
It’s not for drowning you,
But to make you alive.

By freeing you from
This unworthy world.
Not by filling the depth
But by heeling the wounds.

And you’re born again!!

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