Sunday, May 19, 2019


I long for my slate to be clean
once again
so that I can write what I may,
wish and desire,
grown wiser with time, hurt and toil.

I wish I could push my thoughts behind
and start afresh
a new story, a new journey
taking the path
that would lead me to salvation.

I want to pack up
my lifetime of reflections, prejudices and desires
in a castaway box
and dump it in the sea of obscurity
so that I dissolve myself of I, me, myself.

I just want to let go,
paint the town red,
pause to wonder,
stop to ponder
and then melt into nothingness….

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

NaPoWriMo Day 9 : Time leaning

All that I see
is a room abandoned
with memories
that hurt and heal.
His old over-used cellphone cover
like a snake having shed its skin
behind, to mingle with dust.
His slim toothbrush still leaning
towards mine as I reach out
for a toothpaste bent, shared
with energy, need and desire
a shooting pain of a reminiscence
of good times,
of happy moments,
of love
once bending together
in unison
like that toothbrush
now lonely,
but still there
as if to remind me
of a presence I needed once.

Monday, April 8, 2019

NaPoWriMo Day 8: Longing

lost memorabilia,
to heal
bruised thoughts,
a sore throat
tearing into my soul
taking your name
making my life and voice
hoarse with pain.

Friday, April 3, 2015


Day 3 of NaPoWriMo : April 3rd, 2015

Bonding with a soul
you knew not before.
Connecting with a thought
you had not shared earlier.
Believing in an opinion
you never knew existed
within you, your very soul.
I feel blessed
to dive into the rich aroma
of hitherto unknown friendships
born out of nowhere,
growing in the knots of virtual living.
Bless you friends.
May your well deserving dreams
be fulfilled.
May your good intentions bloom.
May we stay connected till eternity!

Thursday, April 2, 2015


Day2 of NaPoWriMo: April 2nd 2015

Days, minutes, moments
eat away my matured insides,
mind, body and soul
and yet, I wonder
what is it that sustains me
despite the torment of daily living,
despite the decaying of daily dying.

I look around.
I am frantically forced into the mire of drudgery
in the name of living life to the fullest.
I look above.
And there, amidst the dark blue skies
I find what seduces me into oblivion.
Stars, beautiful beyond compare!

So, is it mysterious darkness
that appeals to my innate self?
Why did that little child
staring peacefully at the brightened skies
get lost amidst the heavy lights
of a morrow that did not come?
my buried soul raises it's head and asks me.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015


NaPoWriMo Month is beginning today. That means writing one poem every day for the entire month of April. Are you game for it?

Here is my poem for April 1, 2015

Poem No. 1

Fooling my senses
Into believing
All is well.

Prodding my worn out heart
Into wishing the hurting past
Was an April Fool’s joke!

Wishing for a dream
To come out true
Being steeped in ambiguous reality.

Living my life
Like there was no tomorrow.
Loving you like eternity.

I am a fool,
A dream unrealized.
A joke unveiled.

Pray tell me. What are you?

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Hey Bird - It is an Ace!

Hey Bird!
It's not just you
who can scale higher horizons.
I too, a woman
can reach those heights of happiness
just like you so elegantly do.

Hey Bird!
It's not just you
who can build a nest high in yonder skies.
I too, can make a home,
a dream home at that
high up with the love of my imagination.

Hey Bird!
Pride not
For being able to fly high
I too can fly with the wings of my thoughts
Feeling the breeze brush against my face.
It is definitely an Ace!

Vulnerability: FB Musings

Did not know

my toe was strong

Enough to give me the fall my ego needed.

A unwarranted trip on the floor.

A fall on the ground.

A bang on my head

Makes me wonder, "Was a knock on my head and a nagging body pain thereafter the only 

way to realise my vulnerability......

New Day: FB Musings

Starting out once again

to make the best

of a day begun.

What eventually happens

I shall know

by the end of the day

whether it was monotony or fun.

The Saviour is Here : FB Musings

Word is out

the Saviour is here.

But what about the Messiah

who is searching

for you

within You?