Some days............

Some days are good
And some days are bad
And some days just around the corner
Things change forever

Some days are wild
And some days sober
And some days just around the corner
Life befriends the stranger

Some days are calm
And some days are wild
And some days just around the corner
You lose her, whatsoever

Some days are painful
And Some days are euphoric
And some days just around the corner
Time freezes just for her

Some days are chaotic
And some days too much in order
And some days just around the corner
Life meets the same stranger

I wait....

I wait ....

like the last strand to grey

I know it's inevitable

but I am not allowed before my turn

and so I wait.....

I wait...

like the last grain scooped in a palm

I know it's inevitable

but I am not allowed before my turn

and so I wait...

I wait...

like the last seed to splutter

I know it's inevitable

but I am not allowed before my turn

and so I wait...

I wait...

like the last breath to leave my side

I know it's inevitable

but I am not allowed before my turn

and so I wait..

and so I wait like them all to be the last

for once in life and to cherish all the ones till the lasts

as long as they last.....

Candid Confessions

He said I am scared of being lonely and I am a loner

You would never find me alone for I am always in the world

But I was never of this world, and I knew I was a misfit

Perhaps it is because I am estranged from my loved ones

The ones who know me yet do not for they are of this world too

I prefer being hideous

when things are perfect I withdraw into the oblivious

I fight a lot and argue even more but

what my friends you do not know

is that i buy everything you say and get hurt

though I never show it

They have the power to hurt me and

yet they beleive I am invincible.

I still cannot sleep without lights on and

I am scared of the darkness.

I love animals more than human beings

and my books more than my friends.

I can be very demanding and nasty at times

and I am labelled possessive.

And why am I writing it here?

because its my catharsis and

I am supposed to be venting here

rather entertaining readers alone.

Yeah I am melancholic but we all have the right to be so.

What will I gain by not writing it here?

A pain noone can fathom and bear

What do I gain by writing it here?

I can soothe my soul and wipe my tear

Fallen have I many a time

But never felt so hurt and grime

Worthless I feel not worth a dime

Something's changed forever and this is no rhyme

Someone has broken my heart and I can tell no soul

Someone has changed me forever and I am no whole.

A Tribute to you my dear

For those unheard voices stifled in dark rooms,
For those enslaved in their world of nothingness,
For those missing laughters drowned in the sea of sedatives,
For those tired eyes longing to see their loved ones,
For those muffled cries that never reach their near ones,
For those dear departed- dear yet departed,
For those sores chained to mind and body,
For those helpless who can’t see the light of any day
And all those who will never wake from their deep sleep
To all those far away from this world- This is my tribute to you.


Mentally unstable – the words stung hard.I looked across the table, those eyes hardly recognised me. Those eyes which spoke a lot without words seemed dead. Why do all my tales fill with woe? I really don’t know. As the doctors’ voice slurred in my brain like a metal crusher on road I looked out side the window. The morning dew had melted long back, the same petunias and roses looked colourless to me. It was like a de javu I knew this was going to happen, I sensed uneasiness when I started this journey today morning. Your family has to be really strong. The patient has to be left here. That grasp on my hand and nails digging in did not make me wince then. I was too dazed, maybe I was the one intoxicated. I did not protest when they took away my soul. The protest, those black iron bars which separates the sane from insane still haunts me. Those cries in the corridor and dark, ill ventilated rooms still choke me.
I know I betrayed you and you died then.

Mentally unstable – the words stung hard. It still does when people accidentally stumble upon those trodden wounds and ask casually did I hurt you ?

I just lost today

I just lost today.....
dont' ask me why

I just know I dont belong
Not to love
Not to friends
If this is a trial
It's a tough one

I just lost today
Don't ask me why

When tears choke
It hurts bad
when words pierce
It feels sad
If this is a trial
It's a tough one

I just lost today
Don't ask me why

what could i say....

What could I say about a woman who has the heart of gold and the fire in to have reached her all the way to where she is from a little village she left at the age of 15 ?

What could I say about a woman whose words were as crisp and warm at the same time that it melted your heart?

What could I say about a woman to whom no situation in life was perplexing, every obstacle was an opportunity from god?

What could I say about a woman whose immense faith and patience would put your arrogance to shame?

What could I say about a woman who cherished a gift like Pieta and bore the same feelings with reverence in life?

What could I say about a woman who would not cry when being tortured with pain that would choke any mortal man?

What could I say about a woman who taught what it was to celebrate life in adversity?

What could I say about a woman who on losing her husband would say to her children lets fight this together?

What would I tell a woman who tells her children pursue your dreams and never regret in life even if it’s at her cost?

What could I say about a woman who would smile to any problem on earth and say is that all?

What could I say about a woman who would comfort you on her way to the operation theatre saying I’ll be back?

What could I say about a woman who has lived on this earth for 60 years and still sees the beauty of life?

All I could say is she’s my MOTHER

“I never realised you are the reason I am here Mom and i had no idea , that all those qualities people saw in me was a reflection of yours.

Happy Birthday old lady- though you would argue you are young and I admit your sense of style in 60 is something I wont ever inherit not even in my late twenties

Your not being around

Your not being around does not pain me
Actually it’s the void that annoys me
Remember I promised not to miss you
But now I realise how much I do

You were never the comforter
You were but my staunch supporter
Do you still remember the good old times?
The pranks we planned
The dreams we shared
That definitely was the best of times

Where did we go wrong?
Did I grow up or did I grow out
When was that moment I moved out
Why didn’t I know you weren’t strong?

It takes a life time for some to know their dear ones
It takes someone’s life to tell them their dear one
It cost your life to tell us what you were
It cost you , your life to tell me who you were

Did I forget to ask you how you are there
I always smile when I goof asking if you are bored there
Time and space cannot steal your presence
Memories cannot steal from me your essence

I regret for what you never told me
I know those secrets you buried from me
Did you know they echo around?
How I wish I could turn around


I hate you for not being with me
I hate you for making me a bold dummy
But of all I hate you daddy
For loving me the most and believing in me

YOU KNOW IT’S JUST NOT YOUR DAY

When a baby’s smile a beautiful flower fails to make you smile
When you run out of words discussing your favourite topic
When you missed the most awaited moment of the day
When you don’t want to answer questions you are sure
When you – the avid reader cannot see words on paper
When having a chance to win you want to lose
When the chatter and glitter of kids irritate you
When you can’t look into your best friend’ eyes
When getting up early morning you feel lost
When unrest around you penetrates your heart
When being with friends make you lonely
When idiosyncrasies of life hits you hard
When looking at the mirror upsets you
When music seems to be cacophony
When the first rains depress you
When love seems to be painful
When tears well up for no reason
When to be lost seems bliss
When people introduce you to yourself
When your heart did not skip for the one you love……….
It’s just not your day
It’s just not your day