Tuesday, July 21, 2015

The Object and the Article

She, lay like an object,
Used and discarded,
Till someone else fancied her,
For a few bucks,
And then another...

In a house far away,
There was an article,
Among the priceless possessions he owned,
He showed her off sometimes,
But mostly she lay there, like a stone...

And born with different destinies,
Yet somehow just the same,
Both were nothing but the hunters' game,
Like the great Shakespeare rightly said,
After all, what's in a name?

And one day as fate would have it,
The object and the article met,
Made each other whole,
Love blossomed, despite all odds
The object and article finally got a soul!


Sunday, June 8, 2014

The Mask...

Who knows what’s behind that beautiful facade,
What it has to say,
Holding up an ideal expression,
Like an actor in a play…

Each countenance has a story to tell,
Not this one, it can’t be read,
The inability to discover its secrets
Messes with my head…

And the more I try to probe,
The more elusive it gets,
All I can do, then,
Is to keep placing my bets…

But deep down I know,
This is but, a deceptive mask,
And under it lie the answers,
For each question I wish to ask…

Don’t know how long it can,
Manage to hold me at bay,
One day, I will get past this mask,
I shall tear it away!

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Koi bhi bane sarkar....

Koi bhi bane sarkar,
Mujhe kya farak padta hai yaar!

Koi bhi bane sarkar,
Main toh rahoonga berozgaar!

Koi bhi bane sarkar,
Meri haalat me na hogi koi sudhaar!

Koi bhi bane sarkar,
Meri suraksha ke liye na honge koi hatyaar!

Koi bhi bane sarkar,
Mujhe na naseeb hoga bachpan ka sansaar!

To koi bhi bane sarkar,
Har party ki jeet me hai insaaniyat ki haar!

Thursday, January 23, 2014


I'd rather not smile,
If I can't smile with all my heart,
If I can't end it gracefully,
I wouldn't even care to start,
I simply can't pretend,
To like someone, I can't stand,
Isn't affection natural?,
How the hell can it be planned?,
So, I would graciously accept,
All the hate you want to give,
But please don't pretend to like me,
It just makes it difficult to live,
For I truly believe that the truth,
Is much easier to take,
Than to have to deal,
With a world that is so fake!!!

P.S. Be courageous enough to tell people what you feel about them. A blunt truth is far better than a sweet lie!!!

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

It's always dark in here....

The signs often foretell,
What's in store, in a place like this,
Far away it rings, the suspicion bell,
It tells you, something's amiss,
Screams echo through the hallways,
Telling you to stay away,
And you know it's serious business,
This ain't no child's play,
Yet you keep inching closer and closer,
To the place where despair looms,
And you keep moving on bravely,
Through dingy passageways and rooms,
And finally you reach a point,
From where there's no turning back,
Frantically searching for some light,
For some color, in the pitch black,
Few dare to enter a swarthy heart,
But those who do seldom return,
You are one of those unfortunate souls,
And what's done, can't get undone,
You've come too far now,
So, say hello to your worst fears,
Welcome to my world, stranger,
It's always dark in here....!!!!

The Pursuit Of Happiness...

The pursuit of happiness,
It starts with a dream,
The more you try to move closer to it,
The more elusive it seems...

You share your dream with others,
Hoping they'd empathize,
But all they do is create doubts in your head,
And self-doubt is but, the biggest vice...

And more often than not,
These doubts will pull you down,
Let not your spirit dwindle,
Just keep racing on...

Protect your dream fiercely,
Work towards it, achieve,
If you fail, don't lose heart,
And when you feel lost, believe...

For if you believe in them,
Dreams do come true,
The pursuit of happiness,
It ends, at 'you'!!!!

P.S. Inspired by Chris Gardner and The Pursuit of Happyness :)


The demanding world says, whiling time's a sin,
But with worries aplenty, reliefs but a few,
Don't shy away from looking within,
Cleanse your soul, renew....

The music of life ain't only about beats,
And the high notes that attract the crowd,
In the low notes are hidden, many treats,
The best moments of life are seldom spoken aloud...

Who but me, knows 'me' so well,
And has stood by me, through rise and fall,
The face in the mirror has many stories to tell,
And yet you choose to ignore its faint call....

Listen to the melody, carefully,
Let it not get muffled in the cacophony around,
Resting in sanctity, blissfully,
You shall discover the truths of life, unfound!!!