Colour My Soul

During the festival of colours

All I could see was black and white

Black, like the souls of men

White, like the pearly gates of heaven

Swirling around

Within and without

Like yin and yang

No matter how far I ran

In the festival of colours

All I saw was black and white

Hello and a very Happy Holi to everyone from India! Amidst a myriad hues today, I saw something I really couldn’t stand. I know we say bura na maano holi hai (don’t feel bad because it’s Holi), but today I want to feel bad. I want to feel bad about how the concept of consent is lost on everyone around me. Of course, it’s a tall order to expect a person to not aggressively throw colours on someone who’s vehemently protesting against it, since people don’t get the difference between a simple yes or no when it comes to mutual consent versus rape. But then again, when did our expectations become so low? So let’s do the world a favour and brush up our basics, shall we? Open a dictionary today and understand, reiterate and reinstate the fact that when someone says no, one should very well respect it no matter what the context. Consent is imperative. Yes matters. So does no. Whether verbal or through signs and body language. Let’s learn to respect boundaries again. What say?



I am a work in progress

With sadly no deletions

Or backspaces

Insertions are all I can accept

And a scattering of punctuations

If only I were a book instead of a human

Then probably my chapters

Would have been more humane.

She Smiled to Conquer?

A gaping hole peered through

Where once a glass ceiling was

Up high

Smiling down at the shattered remnants

A statue of Lady Liberty

Majestically rose

Eons it’s taken

With decades still to go

For the delicately strong lines

Of the Sculptor to show

Writing destiny

Across a marble-like


Stick it to Life

I know it won’t get me anywhere

But, I do it anyway

I know it won’t help me get recognition

But, I help anyway

I know it won’t lead me to the desired milestone

But, I walk it anyway

I can feel I’m getting sucked into quicksand

But, I paddle anyway

I know I’ll drown if I move an inch further

But, I swim anyway

I know I’m nearing a blackhole

But, I face it anyway

I know I’ll shatter in a fraction of a second

But, I build it anyway

I know life while happen to me any which way

With no set plan

Nor preconceived notion

With no warning, threat or premonition

And yet,

I’m going to live anyway.

Can you love the version of me?

Can you love the version of me

I don’t, I don’t let anybody else see?

Can you look beyond what’s visible

To appreciate what’s consequential?

Can you let go of your senses

And see the world as I do, free of all pretences?

Can you love the version of me

With which even I don’t very much agree

Can you accept

To be forever at odds

Knowing full well

That sparring has its own rewards

Can you love the version of me

That’s like a shy child hiding behind a tree

Can you draw me out and break the ice

So that I don’t unduly pout but play nice

Can you love the version of me

That didn’t get the memo to be

A little less of what I think

Instead of every bit of what I feel

Can you love the version of me

That truer than truth and set me free?

Can you love the version of me

I don’t, I don’t let anybody else see?


Cruel mistresses


Leading you on

With false hopes

Pulling you back

When you need to break free

Bless them

Curse them

Love them

Hate them

There’s no escape

From serving then

But it’s a shipwreck

This life

And the first rule

That sailors swear by

Is to jettison the baggage

Lighten the load

And maybe

Just maybe

The sinking ship

Will right itself

Then steer it on

To better horizons

Gathering more memories

From every port that touches your helm

And then when the time’s ripe

Unload yourself all over again

Because memories

Cruel mistresses be

Any tips on forgetting memories, oh wise sages of the blogosphere? Need to lighten my weary head a tad. Thanks in advance, loves!


And one day you’ll realise

All the hours spent

In Crying

And decrying


Weren’t your defeats

Or even proof

Of your weaknesses


A testament to your strength

For you stared into the abyss

And when it stared right back

You didn’t collapse

But walked on ahead

You survived

And that, my dear,

Makes you

Beyond reproof.

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Some days I remember you not at all

And some days it feels like you were never gone

I oscillate, like a pendulum

Between this or that

Wondering which one

Would make my heart a little lighter

In that given moment

I use my weighing scales

To balance out

The weight of my tears

Happy, joyful ones

Against desolate, heart-wrenching cries

They say it’s your loss

That I deserve(d) better

Yet, I feel quite at a loss

Since you’d set my heart aflutter

I sometimes ramble

And at times, I rhyme

But not matter which end of the spectrum

You choose to see

You’ll find that somehow

I’d be forever thine.

The Week that Wasn’t

On a Monday

I tried

To begin my life anew

Till on Tuesday

A feeling of uneasiness grew

Come Wednesday

And a sling of self-accusations flew

Thursday brought with itself

A slightly depressive hue

So that Friday

From me

Little excitement drew

And the weekend

Brought with it

It’s own heavy due

Till on Monday

I decided

To live my life anew


A fantasy novel

Of a tale forged in fire

Surrounding two golden hoops

One, a ring

Seeking the mightiest power

One, a crown

Searching its rightful heir

Both overshadowed

By two hearts

Having a single, greatest desire

For adventure and fun

And for doing right

Those tiniest of creatures

Won an uneven fight

Dear Bilbo and Frodo

Who slayed dragons and orcs

You give us hope

That all’s not yet lost

Because as said wise ol’ Samwise Gamgee

There’s still some good in this world

And it’s worth fighting for.