Sometimes there is no plan in place,no goal in sight,
but the journey has to go on.

Sometimes there is no check in place, no one to say right or wrong,
but the job has to be done.

Sometimes there is no outlet to the emotion,no proof of even its existence,
but the shaken heart has to be balmed.

Sometimes there is no shoulder to cry on, no place to hide tears,
but the tides have to be emptied.

Broadway called life

The play was real without any rehearsal,
some enjoyed their tragedies,
while others remained poker faced even in the joys.

Ones who thought they were hero,
broke down after realizing their role,
ones who thought they would own the stage,
had to make peace with a guest appearance.

No one actually knew when the backstage will recall them,
dialogues were going to be important,
but silence too had a role to play.

Some got variety of roles as long as they remained clay,
while the stubborn were played by the play.

All tried to bribe the script writer for an immortal fame,
but he kept changing the actors and stage remained the same

Namesake journey

No way to go back
no way ahead,
am just playing the road,
the way journey is playing me,
memories encroaching the moment,
every leaving minute slaying me

with goal and glory leaving the dreams,
worlds the same with eyes closed,
the drama is dead in my poetry leaving it prosed,
mow the aethist in me does believe
life and happiness are often star crossed


“time flies.. time heals..”
as if
it just picks up your baggages,
freezing them as memories.

“time doesn’t wait..time never remains the same..”
as if
it greets you the first time with a bye,
and before you recognize, leaves behind a teary eye.

“time is ticking..time is money..”
as if
time given is experience traded,
moments wasted are wisdom evaded.

You are alive if…

you can listen to heartbeats at some point during the day

you can catch the breath that is running out faster than it is going in

you like to see the sun set after hours of escaping it’s heat,

you are amazed to see the dew settle on leaves through winter nights,

you slow down at times to absorb the scene around when running late,

you ain’t a fan of perfection and enjoy the act even with misplaced cues

you measure the success with people who have matched their steps to be with you


As a thing leaves

roll back your sleeves,

lean on elbowed palm,

don’t babysit chaos, adopt calm,

tilt on the right side,

let the heart on left lower the tide,

blink slow,

let the frames of departure leave eyes with a glow

see the world from a different angle,

there is beauty to things entangled

let the knots just be….

Her joy and shores

She set her foot on sands,
made the waves dance,
to the swings of her skirt.

Her knees often tamed the tides,
while she walked on sides,
teasing the waters to come and kiss her feet.

Shells grabbed her eyes,
reminding her of calls from ocean,
she could see all the drowning suns,
she had enjoyed over the years ,
like flashbacks floating in front of her eyes.

Life comes a full circle..

Life comes a full circle..

But am left with salts,
no one out there wants to trade their honey.

I cross paths with same people,
as my attempts to sidestep go in vain,
giving them what they want off me.

I face same old situations,
while holding onto sanity on the sharp turns,
just like my darkness holds the ciggratte till late, while heart burns,

Life comes a full circle..

Maybe yes ..

But the ring tends to suffocate hopes,
everytime i am about to break the glass ceiling,