Lost.

I have lost myself. Like a little kid in a crowd of strange souls, I cry out for familiarity. Night fell, and my hopeful, untiring wings couldn’t flap faster to get home. In a new city, I traced paths and never saw the signs, instinct no more a map. Lost between the aisles of a…

Mirror To My Soul

You can see me for who I am How I look, Where I go What I choose to do But little will you know ‘why’ And that’s who I really am. Like the many others trying to make sense of the world, I observe. I feel. I speak. I’d lend you an ear, I could…

Irony of Liars

I fear the lies I might hear. The broken truth that could make me feel lost in a world I, otherwise , know like the back of my hand. So like my mother tried to drive away my childhood fear of ghosts by making me believe their non-existence, I try that trick with lies.  But…

Silence

You can’t hear me Neither can I It’s the hum of my conscience That’s keeping us alive I heave a sigh Of relief and pain While the noise of my thoughts Is making me insane A newfound instinct To tread life’s path Where I follow the thuds Of a deafened heart We are no strangers…

When Fifty.

One day I'll be fifty Greying hair and crow feet The first few things That you might notice Never knowing the Sights I have seen , With the wind in my hair ; Unable to understand The memoirs I collected from the Life I explored For fifty long years. One day I'll be fifty Teenage…

Names

He strung a few alphabets together That't who my daughter will be To this world, those who will Behold her for her courage and her mind Her tears and her anger Her words, her laughter , her choices He gave her an identity He named her. She called out to her by what she Stands…

Open To Failure

Failure. Its a pretty big situation. And what is even worse is the depression and all the mixed feelings that come along with it. Not that I haven’t heard of this particular word and its many phases before, I certainly have. Only, I have never felt it – never in recurring or heavy doses atleast.…

Can I Tell You A Secret?

Do I get a share, in the minutes of your time? Would you sit up straight and look me in the eye? Can I get you , absolutely, for a little while? Could we take a break from this life that is a lie? I might need a shoulder, some tissues, maybe a joke Hey…

This Is My Muse.

There's seawater and blood in my veins. I think I'd like that very much even if it were true and for the most part, I'd like to believe it is. Born and brought up near the eastern and western coasts of India, the sea has been more than just a salty water body with immense…

The Bigger Picture

I looked up and I saw Pitch black Not a point of reference That glowed in the dark Not the cousins of the sun Blazing out each other Not a join-the-dots game I still played at fifteen. I looked up and I saw Whatever I dream of I painted it in the dark No witnesses…