Gravity and other things.

Lost Love,

Love Gone Wrong













(I am not your baby any more…

because like every good thing,

it has to end, Leave me alone

as the Dawn has gone.) 



Devouring into dark. Gravity pushing me down,

Dying like a creature, Crawling in town

Dirty street fights, Shady lonely nights


Tired of the expectation, Puzzled- lost in migration

You gifted me, With maze of thoughts

Intimidating each other, like the vipers hiss

Hungry for blood


I played with your fingers,

Disappearing into other,

Like we were one, bond

Now its screwed ,Like a game of maze

Shady grey nights, And hazy warm days


Oh come on, take this load off me

I hated gravity, And now i hate you

Coz i wanna be free,

of this-  Sticky – toxic glue.


(I am not your baby any more…

because like every good thing,

it has to end, Leave me alone

as the Dawn has gone.) 

Destined to light

Sun light on forests affected by rain

Light and Life

Clouds sometime cover the sun,

but they cannot block its rays

Because it is destined to light.

Sun has a purpose to serve,

Gifting us a day next to dawn

Burning itself for the nature

Crushed by stones,

Misery and pain

Clinging to its root,

Unearthed by Rain

Clouds are but a small obstacle

There is light and there is dark,

and there is this fight

Getting life, to show some despite.

Rejuvenated with light,

Clouds sometime cover the sun,

but they cannot block its rays

Because it is destined to light.

Please Rain

Rainbow parked,
So beautifully arched.
Painted with peace,
Rhymed with ease.
What’s beneath that arc,
the end of dark.
I want this rain,
once again.
To shower the dust,
remove the rust
because I want to feel free
Because I want to live again
Please rain….


Yes, he walks

like he rule the streets,

the young with a torn jacket.

leather boots covered with mud,

Shoe laces entangled vividly

Orange cap , Christ locket.

he flaunt stardom

in so many ways,

” Jesus Loves you,

But i am his favourite”

His T shirt says,

He carry an offending smile

Dirty face, chewing gum

He is someone, but not a beggar,




Like that little chime of the coin

Falling off the pocket

Opportunities roam around,

In white and bright,

Always there to be picked,

Rolling down the floor,

The chime is a sign,

That little clue offered to you,

Take it or it will be gone,

Rolling on, in some corner

Of the sofa or the bed,

You’re COIN.


Ravaana Among Us

Ravaana Among Us

Not all bad men have dirty smell,

Suspicious looks, Rowdy beard.

Some are as innocent as it could be

Quite, not loud, Simple and Normal

You can not differentiate them

from the common,

Because, they are, but a part of us.

Filled with volcano of anger,

like that hulk, tearing clothes,

Starving to come out,

 Impatient , Breathing vicariously

Almost everyone of us carry one among

From the routine we live into,

making adjustments, and keeping smile

Just the anger, who can not sustain.

Yes, society is filled with so many Ravaanas


” Past has mostly being undermined saying that whats gone is gone”

Cycle of  time keeps on revolving as we move forward from the past to now the present and into the future. What now is present will tomorrow be the new past, and future will be the new present. In this rush of running  we often undermine the past, not taking a breath and recalling what life ought to teach us.

Today i took some out and read my own blog post entries. It is amazing how i myself wonder as to the state of mind in which i wrote those posts. Some of them were really deep, some were funny and some were very loosely structured. Love, Poverty, Drugs, Hope and Life. Emotions kept on flowing in one form or another. But in all the posts i can feel myself being there so close to my write ups. Perhaps that’s what they say writing from the heart.

This blog gives me a window, to the world outside. Outside my house, my city and even my country. So many friends, people coming here, giving their valuable feedback. All that has made me bus a better blogger and a better person. I may not have given the best blog for the Word Press Website, but i believe i have done justice to the writer inside me.

As an ending note i would advise everyone reading this: Pause, think, look into the past and rejuvenate. Because no matter how miserable or ordinary your past was, but all that you did was worth it, for you are here, where you are, where you wanted to be.

Happy Blogging.


On my way back, I would laugh

Now stone, will later be my milestone

Now stone, will later be my milestone

On my way back home,

I would laugh hard at these stones

Right now, they may seem tough,

Another day,

They will be my mile stone.

One who fail has not fail

But the one who failed to fail

Has definitely lost the game.

No king won all the battle

To win, is to loose but not settle.

Light has a glory, no escape

Darkest dark is, a second fame

Than overtakes the bright

All you need, it to Fight

Where i belong (Still Searching)

Some times i read my own posts and laugh,

Sometimes i don’t understand what i wrote,

Spell checks and grammar, it all went wrong,

This is what i rhyme, that’s where i belong.


It is tough to speak your mind, each time.

Not all sketches go up to the mark.

Sometimes best singers sung that wrong,

So even if the posts were vague, wayward,

This is what i rhyme, that’s where i belong.


Some nights, it didn’t let me sleep,

Some mornings i wake up, pleased.

Sometime i force myself to write,

Sometimes the ideas come on their own,

No matter how i write, what i write,

This is what i rhyme, that’s where i belong.

Clarity of Thoughts – Part 1

This post has taken me so long  and the word count is actually much more if you consider how many time i have wrote and than erased the words.

It is funny how the topics which used to interest me earlier, now feel so teenage to concentrate at this age. The more serious topics like politics, economics country are not my zonal. I am not a fitness freak not a movie buff.

So what exactly is my zonal?

What is this, that would interest me and i will be able to reciprocate into my posts with equal clarity and conviction?

Keep it simple, i read somewhere. Be like a child, some other webpage suggested.

So it is actually about clarity of thoughts which if attained, we will have absolute no doubt into our course of action. The question now is How to achieve this clarity of thought.

In coming posts i would try to work this out more.. but for that i would need your opinion..

Please feed in comment box, what in your opinion will help my conquest for clarity……