The gods had turned down his request,
You shall not be allowed a death so chaste,
I was unaware, stupid and had a mast so high,
He begged with bleeding toes, cried with a sigh,
You shall walk the earth,
Until the day becomes dark,
The night red with your burning sins,
Rivers will stop to flow,
Civilisations turned to dust,
The crime you had committed on this soil so pure,
You shall repent for your days and beyond,
He listened, his mind had numbed that very moment,
For I shall reap what I had sowed,
Death, destruction and havoc I had created,
For fun I would kill a million sensations,
And on bodies of green my palaces would stand,
For I was a mind full of self pride,
As air has thinned,
Food has vanished from my plate,
I can understand what I have created,
A Devil that cannot be stopped,
Slowly rusting through the machinery of our clogs,
We say home can always be found,
But what’s a home without my friends so long,
So I shall exist until my days,
Exist with the guilt of a genocide that maimed the earth’s progressions,
For I am the curse that walks this soil,
For I will be the change this soil needs it all,
I’ll be worthy of heavens one day,
You’ll see O Gods,
For I’ll be the change this soil needs it all…..


He had made islands,
On the turf of his thoughts,
Some islands had lavish orchards and farms,
Others were dilapidated,
Dying, slowly sinking,
Stretched infinitely,
He would let many see his islands prosperous,
That had civilisations so great,
Thoughts beyond their time,
But never the ones,
That had cemeteries,
Dead roamed even in the light of the day,
Ghosts of past feasted on the fresh grass,
He was wary, sceptical, didn’t trust no one,
For many had seen those ruins,
And created their own monuments,
Maybe with time they will sink,
He would tell himself,
But centuries had passed,
Or maybe a thousand years,
He had forgotten when they even had sprouted,
When nights would be long,
His ship would slowly crawl back to those islands,
He would scream but none came for help,
No one knew the way,
The light would bring him peace,
Or the guitar hanging on his wall,
Days passed by and his sails were about to fall,
A sailor lost in her own thoughts,
One day stumbled upon him,
While he had let his guard down,
And took him to the islands,
She had created,
The ones they had nurtured,
Centuries had passed,
Or maybe a thousand years,
He had forgotten how he ended up there,
When he saw his ship,
Tethered to the land,
The sailor, she said,
Let’s take this for a spin,
He anchored the ship towards the islands,
That had cemeteries,
Dead roamed even in the light of the day,
Ghosts of past feasted on the fresh grass,
And as the ship slowly kissed the shore,
He saw nothing there,
Cemeteries were buried beneath the grass,
That grew hundreds of feets high,
Little butterflies roamed around,
The sweet sound of birds singing had filled the ground,
The monuments had turned to dust,
The islands had healed,
He cried as she held his hands,
I never thought this would ever happen,
She cried too,
As she had forgotten her own islands,
What is today may not be tomorrow,
She said in his ears,
Dead eventually take their rest,
The ghosts vanish into thin air,
Lets go,
We’ll come back someday later,
Or maybe never ever,
She had said,
Let these islands finally rest……


Leaves by leaves fall from the trees,
The trunk gets older with the each passing day,
Wrinkles appear on oh so beautiful branches,
And a day comes when everything just stops,
Life tired of living,
Give up its breath,
The Earth eats it up,
Assimilated in its soil,
It just disappears,
Only to be remembered for a wholesome growth,
It sometimes is very difficult to forget a tree that’s so old,
Bore so many fruits,
Housed so many birds and squirrels,
In time in the nutritious ground the tree had left,
Some seeds turn into plants,
And carry on its legacy,
Nothing really dies,
Nothing has really ever lived,
Memories are transferred from generations to generations,
Energy changes form,
A birth here,
Someone closes their eyes somewhere,
It all happens at once,
And stops the same,
The smiles, the promises, the laughs and cheers,
They stay no matter what,
The plants that turn into trees soon after,
Will carry on the name,
The trees that lived a wholesome life,
And even those who left early,
In memories they stay,
In our actions they reflect……

Hopeless Romantics

The night was young,
So were they,
Out of the few mundane, lonely nights,
They decided to venture out,
In the wild,
Where they had heard that,
The predators roam in hides of beauty,
Hush Now, Watch your steps,
They had told themselves,
Every time someone tried to come closer,
What may become of me,
They would say to themselves,
What if a monster lurks in the dark of the night,
They crawled into the blaring lights,
Only to shy away from all the glory,
A quick glance across the gala,
They saw each other,
A coincidence in million years,
Some would say,
A war was waged between the heart and the mind,
Something had changed,
They began to close the distance between them,
A quick handshake at first,
Glasses clinged the next,
Escape into the wild seemed a better choice,
And they took off to the places,
Where silence met the sound,
The stars danced in passion,
The Moon smiled at the Earth,
They talked and listened,
And laughed and cried,
A soul recognises another by the sensation,
Celestial and Ethereal,
The stars sometimes nod in approval,
The Moon hears their laughs and cries,
And a love story is born,
It isn’t that complex,
Not even complicated as such,
What is meant to be will find a way,
We hopeless romantics tell to ourselves…….

A Queen demands a King…

A King devoid of a Queen may last upto so long,
The Queen builds the foundation of their empire,
Together they forge their Castle in colors of the sky,
The King needs a Queen for days uncanny,
The Queen when she has to be bathed in glory,
Only a King can steer a Queen,
Or sometimes not,
Only a Queen can deliver,
The promises made under the moonlit sky,
But they complete each other,
With nutrition and little rays of hope,
They build each other,
The empire is nothing,
Without a King or a Queen…..

The Man…..

The winds were calm that day,
The sun still in its cradle,
Jogging along the usual path,
Music blasting in his ears,
He stopped for tea,
Who are you running from,
A voice had asked from behind him,
Someone too wise for his years,
Smiled at him,
The freckles on his face had their own stories,
A cigarette in one hand,
A cup of tea in other,
Sorry, I didn’t get you,
He answered,
The man smiled again,
Finished his tea,
Rubbed the cigarette on the floor,
One day you’ll have to stop running,
Run away,
Run to it,
Or let it stay,
The man got up,
Winked at him,
And jogged away……

The Party….

The stars were there,
The moon too took a glass of wine,
They danced in ecstasy,
Swaying by the sounds,
The galaxies held to themselves for so long,
The planets witnessed their aura,
The stature of the Gods,
And took the front seats,
The stage of vacuum,
And as light passed through them,
The infinities and beyond,
The Sun joined them too,
Bashful at first,
But it held a power so great,
So magnanimous,
The celestials couldn’t tolerate,
See the yellow,
The mustard on his face,
They laughed and scorned,
Till the dawn of the Sun,
The Sun had realised its own power,
The planets rose in applause,
Hear! Hear!
They clinged their glasses,
I live by the glory,
My hands built from scratch,
The color of my skin,
The sweat of my blood,
Are a shade in the boundless palette,
I dance to my tunes,
The ones I wrote in the dark,
And shine bright,
Oh so bright,
The galaxies know,
The planets too,
And the minuscule atoms of us all,
You reflect my own light,
I made in the foundry,
Of dreams and reality……

Do you have a minute?

I have eyes to see,

Feet to run,

Hands to carve my own sun,

And I see not the seen,

The do, not done,

Life isn’t fair to us all,

The Sun is harsh on some of our own,

What will happen if you a spare minute,

Stop, look around and be empathetic,

An act of kindness is a ripple they say,

Dominos fall and create a chain,

And traverses space, time and of all known gears,

Maybe your hand was their last despair,

A day known,

A memory sown,

And hope begins to grow,

A failed marriage, a jobless spirit,

Or maybe the one who had lost all his tidings,

Stretch a hand or that gorgeous smile,

Lend an ear or send a word,

Sometimes thats what all it takes,

Life isn’t easy for us all,

Hope we all could make it someday,

But Whatever happens always remember,

One for all,

All for one…..


इंसान नही वो कायर है,

अहंकार से भरा हुआ,

बेइमानी में धसा हुआ,

झूठ की बुनियाद पे जिसका,

हो साम्राज्य टिका हुआ,

जात, बिरादरी या भगवान हूँ अल्लाह,

हो कारोबार जिसका सधा,

इंसान नही वो कायर है,

शर्मसार जिससे ये आयत है,

छीन कर गुड्डे गुड्डियाँ जिसने थमाईं,

असला, बारूद, भीख का कटोरा,

बंद दरवाज़ों में दफ़्न किए,

कई सपने बेपनाह,

इंसान नही वो कायर है,

देवी कह कर पूजता वोहि है,

लक्ष्मी भी तो वोहि है,

फिर क्यूँ नही सोचता है,

अबला भी तो एक प्राणी है,

जन्म भी जिसका नग्वारा है,

पल्लू ही जिसका आँगन है,

तेज़ाब ने भी उसका ना जाने क्या क्या बिगाड़ा है,

इंसान नही वो कायर है,

हवाओं का भी आज चिरहरण हुआ है,

भुखमरी, अकाल, विनाश का धुआँ है,

इंसान ही इंसान का दुश्मन बना है,

सीमाओं पे ही हर वक्त पहरा है,

हूँ मैं भी, शायद हो तुम भी,

हो ख़ौफ़ जहां, वहाँ होगा और क्या भी,

कोशिश आज चलो मिलके करें सभी,

बूँद बूँद कर सागर भरे ही तो भी,

ऊँच नीच, क्या तेरा मेरा,

हो सारा संसार अपना रैन बसेरा,

होगी शायद आज भी कहीं इंसानियत छुपी हुई,

होगी शायद आज भी कहीं करुणा छुपी हुई,

ख़ौफ़ को आज जीतने नही देंगे,

तुम भी हो, मैं भी हूँ, हम सब भी हैं,

आज बहादुर सभी,

इंसान का इंसान से प्यार,

हो मंत्र सबका यही….

Why make it so complex?

Why make it so complex,

The winds from the east,

The water from the north,

The migrant birds,

The distant clouds,

Rule of life it always has been,

Diversity is the only beauty evergreen,

No one choses the way they are,

No one selects the place to be born,

Fate they say decide your place,

Your Karma they say decides your place,

Isn’t life beautiful in all its ways,

Why make it so complex,

Caste, religion, creed or sex,

Black or white or coloured or trans,

Slow, fast, exceptional or sans,

Will it matter when you are underground,

I pray to the lord, my work, the seen,

Do I become strong or weak,

My hands give me the food to eat,

The house to build, the clothes to wear,

The mind clears the way,

The heart opens my door,

Isn’t life beautiful in all its ways,

I respect the face of kindness,

Of compassion and empathy,

I respect the differences,

They all make us unique,

My lord can be whoever I wish to be,

The mind, the holy or the unseen,

For I respect life,

This life and all the lives,

The purpose of a life would be achieved,

For the day would be the greatest,

Lives would be treated as living,

No semblance of caste, race, sex or religion,

The strong carry the weak,

The major guard the numbered,

No closet, No need to hide,

The lungs breathe the freshest of airs,

Concrete jungles painted green,

Winds flow over continents,

The rivers caress the golden plains,

The clouds mist over the living,

And we become what has always been,

Beings that nurture, protect and help to grow,

Why make it so complex,

Isn’t life beautiful in all its ways …..


As the time slowly crept,

Days, nights, years,

Sometimes too fast,

And too mellow,

I ran from the things along,

Sometimes a herd of unknown,

Sometimes those known unknown,

Desires sometimes pulled me down,

Just normal human desires,

A craving for human touch,

An ear to listen,

A mouth to kiss,

I ran from places of joy,

Of merry and ploy,

And into abyss,

Or sometimes decay,

Of the body,

The soul,

When clouds would thunder,

Over my horizons,

I would sometimes wonder,

Maybe this is the apocalypse,

The night for the new beginning,

And pull over my blanket,

For I was scared,

Maybe I am scared,

And as I run,

To a place even I don’t see clear,

The storm brewing inside my chest,

The numb of my senses,

The ghosts of my past,

The devils of my present,

The Noah of my future,

Maybe this is the way it is supposed to be,

Face it,

Sprint away,

Maybe the confusion shall always remain,

Or maybe I’ll run again……

I am Afraid…..

What is fear?

Is it the sensation that always keeps you on your toes?

Or is it the shivers that runs down your spine every-time you experience the unexpected?

People say that fear has many effects on them. For some it acts as a catalyst, pushing them to their limits. For others it maybe be an inhibitor that chokes down their throats, making it hard to breathe.

I had once believed fear of the unknown is thrilling. The adrenaline rush, the rushlanes. Everything seemed so mystic, so divine that it felt as if its all part of a bigger plan. But things started to fall apart. My plan of becoming big at a younger age seemed a lost cause. And why did this happen? For starters it seemed easy. Accepting defeat at the hands of my greatest fear. It made me feel a little more relaxed than the days before. A little complacent, a little more aware of my surroundings. It felt as giving up on overcoming my fears is the practical choice as life is about moving on.

My fear was the fear of a failure because for the first time in my life, I got a real sense of what failure was like. Its like falling deep down an endless hole in the ground, like a piece of paper that drifts hopelessly in the wind without any purpose or worth. It started getting to my veins. Everything around me turned into a concoction of some serious malaise, something looking me every-time I ventured outside my zone of comfort or my room which had become my only partner in this journey. Its the time like these you realise that loneliness can both be a boon and a bane and that there would be times when you’ll want to be alone with just a few very important people, few very close, intimate people that may share the vision same as yours. Those people came to my life in the form of my loving family, my parents, brother, my two adorable pets and two of the most amazing people life gave me a gift of. This family, this little globe of mine soon turned into my cocoon which I could always be comfortable in because they had the audacity to care of anyone more than just themselves. They would listen to me break down everytime I would hit rock bottom, gave me the strength to stand again and face my fears. I had at one point of my life started to think that maybe this is my fate, that this is what I am supposed to do. But they made me believe otherwise. A bird has faith in its wings, they would say and make me take a leap of faith once again, everytime failure dragged me down and pinned me under.

This process, fighting your fear might look too complicated. It surely is difficult but maybe it isn’t such a conundrum as we might think it is. It isn’t about a timeframe or a test of anything thats physical. The body can do things only the mind can wonder. It isn’t a race either wherein you’ll be a winner only if you came at first. The world is replete with examples of people who dared to fail, who dared to think that maybe someday it would all be worth it, that maybe life is all about trying it until it gets done.

I have believed in the sanctity of dreams, the power of imagination and the will of the mind because these things are ingrained in a being right from the day one gets a heartbeat in a womb. Dreams are what makes us humans and trying to achieve them is the most humane thing to do until and unless it involves crushing down dreams or lives of others which in no religion or language or culture of the world is acceptable.

Fear is a part of the human psychosis and would be there for eternity. For fear is what makes a man do things that once he wouldn’t have ever imagined. Fear is necessary as the sudden rush of adrenaline gives you the horsepower to steam full ahead and barge on the doors of success until it finally breaks and lets you in.

So as I part with a little something that’s been going on with me for sometime now, I just want to tell you it’s okay to be feared. I am too.

You are stronger than what you think you are.



As the night slowly descends,

The ghosts of the past,

The mistakes, the lost and the smothered,

The boy scared to his deepest bones,

Prepares himself for them,

Those that have chased him for eternity,

Hopelessness, despair and plight,

Everynight they come,

Sometimes shrivels him in his sleep,

Sometimes drop him to the trenches deep,

The boy scared and lonely,

Closes his eyes and tell himself each day,

This all would be worth someday,

For the night is not eternal,

For the plight is not eternal…..

The Steps…

What’s the biggest sin?
She had asked him one day when he cleaned the steps to the Sanctuary.
To see the sun and not see its shine.
To see the flower and not see its roots.
To see the skin and not see its heart.
Am I a sinner. She had asked.
“We all are My Child.” He had said.
But I don’t want to be a sinner. She had remorsed.
“Don’t you worry My Child.” The Preacher smiled.
We have many more steps to go….

बारिश की बूँदें गिरती हैं ऐसे,
कुछ बोझ सा हल्का कर दिया हो बादलों ने जैसे,
सच्ची मोहब्बत का इकरार,
हो या फिर एक दबी हुई आस,
कुछ ऐसे ही बरसते हैं गरजते हुए बादल,
धरती तो फिर महान है,
जो बर्दाश्त कर जाती है,
पर सेह नहीं पाते वो पुराने दरख्त,
अकस्मात सी बारिश या गड़गड़ाहट,
गिरा जाती है उन्हें,
टूट जाते हैं वो कच्चे धागे,
वो कसमें, वो वादे, वो इज़्ज़त, वो प्यार,
वापिस कहाँ आते हैं वो……

You Fall…..

I moved slowly ahead,
The pulsating heart,
Now enjoying the sudden commotion,
I am still behind he shouted,
As I forced my legs to move,
I came a distance,
Only to look behind,
He had gotten rid of the hold,
I fell down,
But that day I had learnt,
Something that would last forever,
Simple it was and sound it is today,
You pedal to move,
And stop to fall,
But then,
You only fall down to pick yourselves up….