Goodbyes are most difficult,
it jolts the heart,
like raining bullets,
tearing it all apart.

There is anxiety inside,
about something really terrible happening right now,
and least I can do is,
stand and wave bye byes.

Neither I can stop anyone,
nor can I stop here,
‘for I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep.’

Wish you all great luck,
may you all get what you aspire,
stay same – for ever,
and at last, let’s just grow old together.

History repeats itself.

I have had some complains from my father.
But today, looking at a kid holding a firm hand and walking along,
jumping, criss-crossing in the street, I discovered the pattern.

Once we did the same too,
visit to parks for making me eat dull breakfasts,
and evening scooter rides for dinner.

He managed to do what best he could.
No matter how less I felt it then,
It was always much from his side.

Even more importantly,
he did it all in utter disregard of his own self,
happily and with none of complaints and grumbling.

We always meant world to him,
no matter how otherwise we perceived.
And today when I am near to similar fate and age
I can only say, history would repeat, as it did in all these years.


It needs courage to accept the reality,
O Boy! you never imagined world to be so
harsh and ugly.
But also, when did you choose your family or place of birth,
you took up things from where they were given to you,
accepting it with both of its + & –

After you fought against all odds
with least of emotions of pain or disgust
but rather,
with utmost grit and courage.

You imbibed the idea
‘Whatever it is, it is’
and continued your journey
adding small but significantly on each day.

There came loves, hate crimes, threats and corruption.
You accepted them all,
maintaining your temper and calm
and did what you could do best at that time
managing this harsh but at last, the real world!


The Plan

At this moment when heart rushes to talk to someone,
but again, I decide not to initiate.
For it exposes my need and strengthens
other’s belief, that I need them.

No, not again!
Let’s not repeat the past.
Present has been earned with much effort,
Let’s not destroy it.
Let’s act strongly and stick to the ‘plan’.

After all I did what I could,
and she did what she only could.

There is no point of talking.
No, not now.
Let’s reach the state from where there will be no looking back,
and then look back, to talk and say once again.

When I will have my own fears

In exam hall, I will have my own fears,
for there may come a moment,
when I would be shunned for any idea,
what if then everything goes blank…
What will I do? How should I approach then?
Perhaps, in that moment
by all fair means,
I could only rely on my hard work and efforts I put in
I would have to believe on my own,
amidst of all fears and doubts,
I would have to be on my own.

Then I would muster it all,

with just two quotes in my mind:
‘Whatever it is, It is only.’

‘By nature, everything is beautiful and simple. Strip away complexity layer by layer and You would have known it all. ‘

My Wishful Song

One day
I wish to write the saddest poem
not to cause pain
but to tell the story of my life

Why was it always that sadness
appealed me
attracted me from the best of time
Why misery became home,
no matter how hard I fought

Why every achievement was belittled
on my own
to start all over again
in search of more eternal and true

The song of this journey
where I held company of melancholy
rather of drums and beats.

After all,
It was this sadness
that never let me rest,
but neither disturbed my behavior as well
just nudging to keep it long and better.