A Star is Born

Sometimes in my mind

The heavens and earth collide

Like an explosive segue

Transitioning to a beautiful aftermath

And I see colours

And squiggles

Little dots and curls, a pot-pourried confetti


I even see

A rainbow-esque bridge

And when I walk on it

I know


A star is born



Under the covers

Snuggling with a book

Was one of my guilty pleasures

In a quaint little nook

What’s yours?

Don’t worry

I’ll preserve all your treasures

Why A Poet Series Introduction – Long Time Coming

There’s a question I’ve been asked more times than I can fairly remember. Why poetry?

Honestly, I’m always at a loss to answer that. There’s no reason. There are a hundred reasons. It’s an emotion. It’s a vocation. It’s a compulsion. It’s a combustion. Where do I even begin. Where do I end, if there ever is an end to this explanation. And thus, I’m rendered dumb. Every single time.

So, I did what I do best. I wrote it down. Bit by bit. In multiple pieces. It’s still a work in progress. But I believe there’s decent amount of words out there to officially introduce you to my series titled “Why A Poet?”. I’m linking the published works down below. Hopefully, I’ll keep updating this list as and when new pieces are written.

All I can say is that it’s a patchwork quilt of mismatched squares. I can only hope it provides you with enough warmth though.

Here goes nothing (just kidding, please be kind!) –

  1. Why A Poet
  2. Why A Poet #2
  3. Why A Poet #3
  4. Why A Poet #4
  5. Why A Poet #5
  6. Why A Poet #6
  7. Why A Poet #7
  8. Why A Poet #8

Let me know what you think, please?

And your own thoughts on why poetry? Be it to write or to read or to just feel and imbibe? I’d love to know!



Dance with the Devil?

Have you ever tango-ed

With a one-legged, pink flamingo?

Did you once Cha-Cha-Cha

With a turban clad Maharaja?

Did you dream of a waltz?

With one of the old Russian Tzars?

How about dreamy quadrilles

With a demure queen whose hair curled like tendrils?

And salsa, samba, rumba, zumba

Over beer, vodka, tequila and sangria

Have you ever mixed

A drink and a dance?

and swept royalty off its very feet?


Oh, no!

But I have

and more

For I have words

and a pen

and a spare notebook

but most of all

I have thoughts

and a mind

Prone to flights of fancy


I have a story to tell today

A story of love

between a colour

and a texture


They stole a million hearts

Their union causing

Many an agonised craving

Their fulfilment leading

To lingering sighs of satisfaction.

I have a story to tell today

A story of love



Lip smacking


I call it

Red velvet

Paranormal Love

In the middle of the night

I lay here

Craving for some silvery moonlight

To illuminate the silhouette of your body

While you’re sleeping oblivious to my worry

Because last night the bed was empty

As you’d left in the evening over a fight

And yet

Something had held my hand really tight

As I lay here in the middle of the night

A Head Full of Dreams

There were entire worlds residing in her head

Each more beautiful than the first

And she

She had the luxury

To live multiple lives at once

Even while taking a simple walk

You could tell from the spring in her step

That she carried on her shoulders

A head full of dreams

With eyes set on the stars

And a determined smile

She hopped, skipped, jumped her way

Winning over multiverses

She was a woman

My dear

Who dared to believe in herself