Scorching silent darkness

nothing to be heard


Not even a wandering dream

or a flirting emotional maze

My thoughts are quiet

thudding sound of heartbeats

noise of respiration

Is all that I can hear

in shades of recluse

A shallow dive in the past

An appalled distress

Blocking a poetic phase

reconciling all the burnt anecdotes

melting my extant desires

there’s a smoke in me

Oh I touched myself in a long time

   life can’t be any more crystal

in shades of recluse!




I looked through the pores of city lights

Found none but mystery

Some voices said, some eyes unheard

and faces gloom to treachery

I vexed few lines of charcoal

Pushed them harsh

achieve no grace

Few travel bugs and enthusiasts

Came with songs of reckless praise

to oblique me and bring me sultry

Some voices said, some eyes unheard

and faces gloom to treachery

Clout of light is concubine of dark

Where dark is a patient riddle

riddles are born on gutters of street

beneath stripped flesh of reality

I longed for a friend in empty crowds

Truthful and viscous essentially

Could only find frames without a shadow

Endangered heart with mucous of banality

Some voices said some eyes unheard

And ‘their’ faces gloom to treachery







That silence in her

Pushed a clot of blood in me

Knocking the inner voices

Palpable only to the contrite self.

Rubbing the dryness in her eyes

A solemn me argued

I shall be the shore to your flow

Damp and precise

Till the limit of being timeless

And beyond

….. A Famous Fantasy



When wicked emotions

brushes the pulp of my heart

Taking the taste of

that sickening saline flavour


and the name chants despondency

Fickling the vicious saint in me

sodomizing the end, to be anxious of

the momentarily struggle, that seems


Licking the thickened walls of my eardrums

Sweltering the sheet of my nerves

Beholding to heel myself penultimate

perhaps on a famous fantasy called


Young And Beautiful


I’ve seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant
And Bel Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you’d play with me like a child

Will you still love me
When I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

P.S.  Excerpts from a Lana Del Rey’s song


With time I have realized that war heroes matter to people only till the time of war. Goodness in men is left under the bridge till we encounter an evil. A villain will fascinate us till he hasn’t turned his face upon & preyed us. We are poisoning goodness, the more we get accustomed of being normal to hate.




What the Joker has to say :

“As you know, madness is like gravity…all it takes is a little push.”

“Nobody panics when things go “according to plan”. Even if the plan is horrifying!”

“If you’re good at something, never do it for free.”

“Smile, because it confuses people. Smile, because it’s easier than explaining what is killing you inside.”

“Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it! You know, I just… *do* things.”

Sunshine Blogger Award


Firstly apologies for being so late on this one too 😛 was a bit occupied.

This came from a very charming friend of mine, Aditi of (‘KALKAARI’ ).I have no qualms to say that she is one of the most creative person I know, very diligent and focused. Do check her place and U won’t be disappointed.



  1. Answer the 11 questions from the blogger who nominated you.
  2. Nominate some wonderful bloggers and write 11 questions for them to answer.


My answers to the questions:


  1. Explain an innovative way of pronouncing your name.

Well, I pass this on to Aditi, I have this firm belief she will definitely put her creative driven self to pronounce my name majestically.

For my sake,

‘What’s in the name?’ …any pronunciation will only lead to me.


  1. What are you most passionate about and why?

Intrinsically m passionate about things that don’t matter to people around me or even if they do, it would be meekly.                                                                                                                  Things like spending days with a blunt pencil to bring out an ocular sketch or writing devoutly in a deep night and sleeping the next morning or the peculiar ways I strum my guitar. From being an observant movie watcher to a poetry fanatic or lurking on my dreams.


  1. How did the idea of ‘blogging ‘come to you?

I heard that people blogs their hearts out by many, but I wasn’t sure or rather apprehensive about blogging initially. Then on one given day something and someone triggered me and it happened, and I liked it, it gave me peace.


  1. What inspires you every day?

My inspirations are not very particular, they depends on my mood swings.


  1. What is the meaning of life to you?

I consider myself to be too incognizant to answer that, perhaps the quest to find this answer is the meaning of life.

But certainly if I can make people happy, be good, can make them feel good is worth living…..because- ‘Either you do things worth writing or write things worth reading’ is the only way you’ll be remembered after.


  1. Would you race with me?

Where are you, still tying up shoe laces? I am at the race track….hurry up now.


  1. A date at a fine dining restaurant or a date beneath the stars?

Beneath the stars for sure, beside a calm, soothing lake which can reflect the shine of the moon & stars and illuminate our faces and bless our feelings, and a cool mild breeze to flirt with us assiduously.


  1. What makes you happy?

A great poem or book, laughing kids, seductive art piece, strong breeze, a dreaming woman, a thoughtful man, chirping birds, a ground with a game, progressive solitude and coffee.  Making people laugh or listening to the dreams of the old.


  1. What is the meaning of sunshine to you?

Sunshine means ‘belief’ to me. Belief in the existence of good and optimism. Belief that the tiredness of the world could be hung up some day. Belief that we all are fortunate enough to be blessed in our unique ways. Belief that we can get our soul freed by the touch of love.


  1. What do you think about writing?

Writing is harmony to me. Very sacred and turbulent at the same time. It’s like a postern to peace. Where I can be complete me, unaffected by hue n cry, futility and tempestuous of the people around, its my touch of honesty I reckon.


  1. What is it that you love to write about the most?

I haven’t thought about it much, but I don’t consider myself as an inspirational writer, I am more of the murkier kind. My mesh of words comes from triviality of life, ambiguous destiny or so called destiny, politeness of love, and my observant blemishes etc.




I would rather like to repeat the same questions, as they are thoughtful enough.


1.Explain an innovative way of pronouncing your name.

2.What are you most passionate about and why?

3.How did the idea of ‘blogging ‘come to you?

4.What inspires you everyday?

5.What is the meaning of life to you?

6.Would you race with me?😀

7.A date at a fine dining restaurant or a date beneath the stars?

8.What makes you happy?

9.What is the meaning of sunshine to you?

10.What do you think about writing?

11.What is it that you love to write about the most?



This category is open to all the readers who would like to make a pick on these. It would be fun to know 🙂

Smiley Thumb Award


Well, this came from a very adorable and patient friend of mine Jyotee, who showed great support even to a procrastinator like me….Thank U friend  🙂

Apart from being such a good friend, she is a commendable poetess and even better person, that could be made out of her writing. Check out her work and be sure about it (  )


The Rules:

  1. Show your cool new award
  2. Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link to their blog
  3. Tell us what makes you smile
  4. Select other blogs you would like to give the award to. How many is up to you
  5. Copy and paste the rules


What makes me Smile?

I intend on no particular things or adventure to make me smile. I reckon its quite natural to me, from a kid’s exuberation  to old people adoration ….be it fluttering breeze or girls eyes anything will do to make me smile……perhaps m so weak on it 😛

Perhaps we often underestimate the power of a smile, we should all have it because smile, it’s a free therapy.

Stay happy.


My nominees:

I would like to take this liberty and make it open to all my fellow readers who believe in smiling 😀






Why is she so good?

Why can’t she be rude, manipulative, and hunter as the world has been to me? Why she carries my burden as her own? Why her eyes express love to me till the death of the moon? Why she pauses for my insanity? Why her eyes role back on my imprudent jokes and yet she laughs on them to make me smile. Why does her face swell up in gratitude whenever I present her even a petite rose? Why does she hold my hand all the time as if preserving me from wandering? Her actions exclaim a kind hold for all of my inhibitions, my failures, my reveries, and my futile wisdom. Why she still has that ring made of a candy wrapper, which ingenuously I did years ago. Why she caresses my hair whenever I lay my head on her lap talking naively about my endless desires.

Is she an angel everyone desire meekly or a saint or a blessing, I don’t deserve? That touch of her fingertips, her soothing skin, and her brown celestial eyes, her benevolent vocabulary, her magical odor all mazes me to this sulky world. The way she hugs my fallacies with her gracious emotions, leaves me with a tear in my right eye.

Oh the mighty God, give me strength, such that I can scuffle my vacillation, bring out the potent me and can give her what she deserves. The honor, the pride, the imminence of a BEING…