I feel like an unsolved jigsaw puzzle today

Scattered pieces

Mismatched edges

Trying to portray a wholesome picture

Find a way

To fit the misfits

Solve me

And see

How my eyes tell a different story

As puzzling as puzzles can be


Behind Every Man

Lady Macbeth

Evil and vile, an almost insulting smear

Cursed for poisoning her husband’s ear

For ravage and war

Never heard of before

Then pray tell me why

She went mad

trying to clean herself of blood

Why all the perfumes of Arabia

Couldn’t sweeten her little hand

Why she went to her deathbed

Shouting “Out, damned spot!”

Why she fell and ended her pathetic ordeal

Over a feeling of guilt with which she couldn’t deal

Whereas Macbeth

Ambitious and proud

Kills his King

And the friend he held most dear

For a throne of thorns

And a short lived reign

Why he sought out the witches

Hungry for power

And died defending his ill gotten gains

And yet

“All hail Macbeth!”

Poor dear

Led astray

By a woman, I hear.

Have you read my take on Cleopatra yet? I’d love to hear what you think of both these pieces. Please be so kind as to drop me a comment down below? Thanks a bunch!

Oh Joy!

And every once in a while

You come across things which make you smile

Random acts of kindness

From virtual strangers

The blooming of a little bud

After an unusually long, dry spell

The coming together of unknown people

To pull a distressed puppy out of the well

An unexpected smile and nod of understanding, telling you all will be well

The first rays of sunshine

Bursting through gloomy skies

Or the pitter patter of

An out of season rainfall

And then there’s something which really makes my day

After I’ve poured out my heart

Like spilled ink on paper

Someone from across the world

Types that he can relate.

This one’s for all of you my loves! The ones who read and take a moment out of their ever hectic schedules to drop in a kind word. You’re what keeps me going. Thank you!

The Cabbie and the Barkeep

The true measure of a man

Might forever remain a mystery

But to measure the depth

Of human misery

One needn’t look any further than

A barkeep meeting with a cabbie.

Can you even begin to fathom

The stories they would swap

Of a myriad emotions

Passing across human countenances

Visible through a mirror

Of a plethora of burdens

Lightened over the course a drink

To a sympathetic listening ear.

Things I didn’t know I needed this summer

1.  To be loved

By ME. Discover my self again. Realise I’m a hoot with a heart. I spend so much time being hard on myself and finding faults or seeking to do better that I often forget I’m doing my best, I deserve some rest and it’s okay, IT IS OKAY, to not be perfect all of the time. More importantly, I need no one’s validation nor adulation to prove I am lovable. This summer I want me to be my favourite person to get to know and hang out with.

2.  Be free

Of my own expectations. The shackles holding me back are of my own mind’s construct. The disappointments I repeatedly face, are due to my own high bars. I need to take a step back, reassess my goals, breathe free and rise above. What I can dream today, I can achieve tomorrow. 

3.  Be mindful

More mindful. Of what I allow to touch my soul. Be it negativity, junk food, never-ending cheat days, toxic relationship, toxic masculinity. Nothing should have the power to steal the wind beneath my wings. I am what I allow myself to be. I allow what I feel for. What feels right. What makes me feel right, in mind and in body. Wellness over fitness, mindfulness over mental space. 

4.  Be greedy

To go for what I know I deserve and have earned. To not submit before others, to no longer bow or kowtow. To have no regard for what others will think of me. Need, yearn and pine for my heart’s deepest desire and then go ahead and grab it with both hands. Make no apologies, take no prisoners. I owe no one my successes, just like my failures are my own. 

5.  Be quiet

The world in technicolour is a loud, sleepless place. There’s no rest for the weary. A thousand things go on my mind at any given point of time. A hundred voices are aimed at me every second of every day. Some I agree with, most I don’t. Some make me shout, some scream, some screech and some cringe. But before giving in to my inner voice, I should take a pause. AND LISTEN. Not just hear. Imbibe. Understand what’s happening around me, where it’s stemming from and, more importantly, where it’s headed towards. Analyze. For a moment, just be quiet so I can be loved, free, mindful and greedy while happily co-existing. 


What did you not know you needed this summer? Tell me, I am listening. Try me, I will be mindful. Follow me, for I’ll let you partake of my greed, love yourself, as I am going to love us both.

Why A Poet #10

And in that very moment

I learnt

What it meant

To grow up

You see

It comprises

A lot of unspoken words

A few unkept promises

A dozen unshed tears

Some silent screams

And a hope

The hope

That life goes on

And in the end

It’ll all make sense

Even if it doesn’t

It’ll be a worthwhile ride

For sometimes

The journey

Is its own reward

And, hence,

I’ve decided

To write some more.