Innocence silently watches

The comings and goings of time

Head hung low

Eyes averted

And tongue tied

It makes for a pitiful picture

As we leave its hand

To run far ahead

Plundering everything in our wake

And on the day of reckoning

When we take a breath to see

What we made of our destiny

Trying to make sense

Of where it all got torn to shreds

Fear rising up inside us like bile

As we are shoved ahead to pay the price

With hellfire dancing in its eyes

And a sly smile on its ravaged face

Innocence silently watches


Days roll into nights

Like one endless quagmire

Every moment seems fleeting and ephemeral

Yet time feels to be standing still

Dreams appear no different than waking hours

Nightmares more so

The mind is dwelling on an astral plane

The body, functioning on auto pilot

And the most frightening thought of all

Is that none of it matters

Is this indifference

Or giving up on life

Or really

A higher form of nirvana?

Heavy questions that could weigh down one’s conscience

But I no longer seem to care.

Letters at Midnight

I write letters at midnight

Which shall forever remain unsent

I slow dance, solo

To every breaking of the dawn

I smile to myself sometimes

When no one else seems to be watching

I show up, when needed

Despite how much I may be hurting

I cry out loud, shedding tears

While soundly asleep

I find solace in small mercies

Like surviving a broken heart

And I am terribly afraid of the things

Which lurk in the dark

You asked me who I was

I could tell you how I am

Would that be enough?

Would I be enough?

Would you remember me

When I’m long gone

And you come across

Those letters I wrote at midnight

Which forever remained unsent?


I decided once to rush time a little

Counting seconds instead of hours

It drove me mad until I lost track

Of everything that really mattered

So I decided to slow down life a little

Counting moments and memories

As some set my heart atwitter

And destiny smiled away

Happy new year, fam!

How’s 2020 coming along?

It’s the end of a decade, although it feels more like the end of an era. From 2010 to 2020, I grew up and went to college, got my first job, made friends for life, had my first and only heartbreak and what not! I travelled the world (well, made a start atleast) and I read to my heart’s content. I started writing poetry, something I thought I’d never do. And I found you!

So, here’s me wishing you all the love and luck in life this new year!

Tell me what your plans are?



Who Am I?

I write poems at midnight for an audience of one

I dance, whenever I feel like, till my hair become undone

I cry long and loud, some times, just for fun

I slow down when life demands it

And in the mornings, I run

You could call me a paradox

Cool and calm as the moon in the night

And yet

I always rise

Blazing like the sun.

Why A Poet #13

There’ll come a time when all poets of this world

Would have passed on to heaven above

Then who would tell tales

Of great love and sorrows

Of dark days and brighter tomorrows

How would one know what heartbreak felt like

Before even experiencing the first pangs of new love

Who would make history sound like a nightingale’s tune

Who would tell kids stories of days long gone

Who’d unravel the mysteries of life

Who’d decipher the whispering of woods

The triumph of good over evil

Would go unnoticed

The fall of Goliath wouldn’t glorify David

There’d be no hope, no song, no misery

If there weren’t words strung together in poetry

To do or not to do

Good things happen to those who try

The time for simply waiting has long gone by

Little by little

Every inch of the way

Push your limits

And remember

Even Rome wasn’t built in a day

Life goes on

Leaving us mute spectators

So I say, even though we’ve no sound to chime

Nothing can stop us from learning to mime

Thinking out of the box is the key here

When one door closes

Don’t show any fear

For when you believe in yourself, my dear

And put in an effort

You’d have no regrets

Despite facing failure

For you fail not when you don’t win

You lose when you’ve not even tried to play the game

So, if it’s all the same

I’d rather work

Than shirk

And be my own sweet reward.

I hope you all like this near-year-end motivator. It’s the time for resolutions. I’m getting off my feet and getting things done. I’m on the path that I’ve forged with blood, sweat and tears. Yet, I wouldn’t have it any other way! Im getting closer to my goals and getting ready to set my aims even higher.

How’s your journey in life been so far? Are you making some genuine resolutions for the new year? I’d love to hear about them!



Last but not the least

December, despite a cold heart, never fails to warm my soul. It’s always brought with it promises of kindling romance and new beginnings in life. When the piercing December winds smack against my face, I feel even more alive. It teaches me to brace against the harshness of times. It also always amazes me how the last month of the year, rather than inciting gloom and dread, fills me up with cheer. Way before the Christmas lights go up, my eyes start to glimmer. The world around me, snow covered, starts to glow and shimmer.

December, you have always been kind. This year too, please be mine?


He reminded me of a Wodehouse novel

Satirical, whimsical, fantastical and witty

He strung me along like a Beethovan melody

Light headed, dizzy, tipsy yet taking flight

He serenaded me like Sinatra

Till we were no strangers in the night

He goaded my like Antony’s speech

Killing me with kindness

But most of all

He loved me

Like the way it was always meant to be