To end the chaos…

I thought …

ripping the watch off the wrist,
would change the times,

sipping dew beneath the mist,
would quench the thirsts,

keeping hands off the thread,
would skip being culprit of the knots,

letting a tear off the eye,
would prevent the bubble bursts,

begetting words through eyes,
would escape the misquotes,

forgetting the ties,
would push the emotions away,

but it didn’t happen…

years were deprived of a minute,
sips weren’t enough to drown the thirst,
knots transpired to cast a web,
a tear moved out stealing all the pearls,
choked words couldn’t reach the eyes,
memories of the left held emotions to ransom,

the chaos survived

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


Just when emotions thawed
a butter knife was pierced.

They cut me slowly
softly ripping through all the years
in a matter of seconds.

By the time the (knife’s) point reached
bottom of the heart
all attachments melted away.

They kept searching for the pieces,
while i was all over the place
unwilling to gather myself again.

Be with yourself

When a thing is slipping from your fingers while you await the arrival of another,

when roads lead to destination, but you don’t feel like travelling any further,

when the dilemma of rushing or letting it go begins to churn your peace,

when your maturity is making your silence pay higher fees,

when you have run out of options and don’t have a plan in place,

when you have run out of gasoline and you want to set everything ablaze.

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,