Sunday, December 16, 2018


She entered the world
With wide open arms

Friday, December 14, 2018


He felt chained by his circumstances. There were continuous bickering and exchanges between his parents. 

Sunday, December 9, 2018


I live in busy area of the city! Everything is a stone throw's away, be it a street vendor with his cart,  mom and pop store, supermarket, retail shops for

Thursday, December 6, 2018


In the land far away 
Tucked in the corners of my dream
I wonder if there is peace
That will dawn upon me

Tuesday, December 4, 2018


Sunday, December 2, 2018


The Cursor was blinking and he was staring blankly at his computer screen. He was tired after a long day at work but couldn’t sleep. He received a call late in the evening requesting that he come home at the earliest. It had been 3 years since he visited home. In his new job he kept himself immersed in work.


Last time he saw her
He lost track of time

Thursday, March 13, 2014


Women a word, a term, a symbol, a living being
Evokes a concoction of emotions, subtle rumblings, eroticism and yet inspires divinity 
Human civilization for long has been in awe of this mystic being
Intricate, delicate yet strong!

Thursday, June 13, 2013


Grab the 7th book from your bookshelf.
Open it up to page 7.
Pinpoint the 7th sentence on the page.
Begin a poem/a piece of prose that begins with that sentence
Limit it in length to 7 lines/7 sentences.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Future Beckons

The magic of the past 
Is technology of the present 

Saturday, June 8, 2013


old grandparents 
Fragile and broken

Friday, June 7, 2013

Oh Dear, My Love, My Life!

On 31st of may there was a doodle by Jack on Break up

After having a look at his doodle, I was reminded of the poem I wrote sometime back which was Repulsive love

Sunday, June 2, 2013

What are you according to your blog?

I came across a site and it analyzes what type of individual you are according to the blog you have. Out of curiosity I typed my blog url and the result of analysis is as follows:-

Wednesday, May 29, 2013


I was drowning 
In the darkness

Wednesday, May 22, 2013


Tread you may
With caution

Tuesday, May 21, 2013


In the shimmering 

Sunday, May 19, 2013


In todays fast pace world, politics is a word seen with contempt. But it was not long ago that it was a profession of the pure hearted. In India we had politicians who were freedom fighters.

The degradation of politics is the worst thing that has afflicted the society. The growing criminalization of politics and nexus between politicians and bureaucrats is resulting in more downfalls and worsening of the economical, political and social scene of a country.

If my Dad was a politician, I would have supported him whole-heartedly in his good work.  He is a person who believes in simple living and high thinking. So he would have made sure that the work place is corrupt free and transparency is a rule and that ethics in governance is a virtue. Being a hard Task master he would have ensured efficient working of the bureaucrats under him. He likes files and other paraphernalia to be arranged, so the office filing system would be spick and span ensuring better service to the people. He is techsavvy so would have ensured better implementation of IT in day to day governance. He is a patient listener and a good advisor, with leadership qualities. Thus, he would have ensured grievance redressing mechanism of the people on the lines of ‘Janta Durbar’ (people’s court).

Politics in real sense gives power to the people. A good politician is a mere facilitator, while people work for their own betterment once the environment, which is conducive, is provided. Democracy is all about giving choice to people and my father as a politician would have ensured that people have various opportunities to choose from. I can say this because he has given these choices to family members.

We as a nation are made of people who are the greatest resource of the country. The politics of the day should strive for betterment of the human resource along with better infrastructure, growth and corruption free governance.

Change even if small is worth it, because individual efforts add up to great efforts. A good person and an honest work can inspire others to join politics, creating a ripple effect of positive change. My Dad would have been that inspiration!

This post is written for the Weekend Contest in association with Shoes of The Dead at

Tuesday, May 14, 2013


Nanu was breathing steadily on the hospital bed. Oxygen mask was intact and the dialysis machine did its work at intervals! The monitors were constantly beeping giving an eerie feel to the whole ambience. What else could someone feel, besides?


Life and death

Saturday, May 11, 2013


History treads
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