Poetry, Quill

Suburban Dreams

When I’m alone,

Unwanted in this world,

No place to go,

Nothing left to see,

No place for a warm embrace,

Just the flickering light,

Of my memories…

Poetry, Quill


I wonder when my darkness fades,

And the silent night stops whispering,

For it tells me of blood curling tales,

And the lost souls that sat twittering,

The skylark wonders for only a moment,

If the world was mine and mine alone,

In my memories it shall always stay,

For I shall die,

all alone.

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A women in her mid thirties from a well to do family was beaten and thrown out of her house in the middle of the night by her drunk husband with her autistic child. Barefooted she went to her friends house to seek help. Another women was beaten and pushed from 3rd floor of her building by her husband. On being asked why did he do this he replied that no other option was left.

These incidents that occurred in my neighbourhood in the last 2 weeks, disheartens me. I hear a deep scream of a women asking me when did ‘The Man Of The House’ snatched your right to breath? Even after hearing such painstaking words like, “I’ll kill you” “You deserve a life in the sewer” why were the women not able to leave the house that had no respect for her? Why were her parents not saying a word and watching the whole scenario unfold, couldn’t they sense their daughters pain, her sufferings? Why didn’t the women take a stand for herself and for the sake of her child?

And the answers to all these questions lie in how we raise our daughters, telling them at each step to be dependent on their brothers, father, husband. Instilling in her that her parents house is not hers and she will have to leave for another house that she might be able to call her own. Asking her to stay hushed, low gaze and to behave. WHAT WILL THE SOCIETY SAY? (insert mocking laugh)

And being a women, girl, daughter I wish for a world that has respect. A world where were are not dependent on anyone. I wish for a safer world

Brevity, Quill


I wish to smother her sometimes, with the fluffy pillow she sleeps on, peacefully, while I get ready for school. I wish to set her straight with a few slaps now and then, till she learns to respect me. I hate it when Appa sides with her, that devil. She isn’t innocent, but a huge pain. The way she opens her mouth full of half chewed food to talk endlessly and doesn’t need glycerin for fake tears to get things done her way. I am forbidden to hit her and if by mistake, I touch her slightly, she makes a hue and cry. She is growing taller than me. This day should never come in any elder sister’s life. Alas, there I am fat and short, teased by her rants and taunts.

But I love her to the moon and back. After a hectic day, she makes me laugh with her stupidity and sometimes shares chocolate with me, her prized possession. And whenever I look at her, that round and cherub face, I remember the day she was born. I had held her, my baby sister and smiled. She was a perfect twister.

Poetry, Quill


Are we trapped inside our own mind?

Clueless and naïve as we feel

Scared and scarred as we heal

Just we wait to be reunited with our doom

My hands are cold and my mind listless

Waiting for this admonition to pass by

Am I my own worst enemy

Breaking down my nerve

Sulking as it hurts.

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Brevity, Quill

You Are Perfect

Yes, you are perfect just the way you are. Stop wishing you looked like someone else. Stop trying to get attention from those who hurt you. Stop hating your body, your face, your personality, your quirks. Love them without them you wouldn’t be you and why do you want to be someone else. As long as you are comfortable in your skin it’s absolutely okay. Change only when YOU feel it’s necessary. You are the leader of your life. Don’t give the key of your happiness to someone else. Love Yourself.

Poetry, Quill


What paved the path,

For my misery,

Was it my silence?

Was it my sin?

I wish I’d yelled sooner,

For I yell into this void,

Yet no ear to hear my woes,

I wish I’d spoken,

And let my tears flow,

Before they drowned me,

Into the forever Black river,

Of my own sorrow,

I dived, and here I’ll stay,Forever.

Poetry, Quill

The Journey

It begins from dust to man ……

In between
Life takes him to pristine, but he never accept due to his notions, still it keep on holding him , without letting him down.

Whenever he feel devastated, he starts running from it and when the situations are elated, he love to stay and this is how just by repeating it he came to end.

Where the man ,that arise from dust again goes into it .

It ends to dust from man ....

Time cannot be kept at bay
The more it goes
The more it gone
The more it takes away…

Brevity, Quill


I often wonder how my father coped with a mischievous devil like me. I would often trouble him and he would frivolously rebuke my antics. My childhood was a smooth sailing only if that incident is marked off my life. The second of November, 1984.  With the gentle breeze of the still night, they came, in hundreds. With blazing fires of hatred and glowing embers of anger, they robbed a community of its pride. The vivid images are ever painted in my mind.  How my father tried to calm them down and how my mother’s pleas were silenced, unheard and unregistered. They took him outside and beat him black and blue. His white turban fell off, the crown of his head. They took some kerosene and tossed it on him, chanting the name of their gods. He looked at me with terror stricken eyes and mouthed, ‘Run Away.’ But I stood still, paralyzed, as they burnt my father alive, brazen and charred, the smell of flesh singing my nose. His blood curdling scream shakes me to the bone even today. I, can never forget, how my father was massacred.

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The Early New Year Wishes

Probably the earliest new year wishes, and before all the platforms start posting memes on how they wasted this year too. Let me tell you how I didn’t waste this year.

  1. There are some happy days, some days you feel low. Some days you feel things aren’t going how they are supposed to, dear, on these days you just need to go with the flow. Understand things eventually get better, always.
  2. A little note of well-being from an old friend literally makes your day
  3. In this ‘modern’ world where everyone is fed up with their monotonous life, and dark selves. Be the soul that radiates infinite happiness, good vibes. Make your presence a comforting one.
  4. Beauty is the way you carry yourselves, how you treat others with love. Beauty is your soul.
  5. A hearty laugh makes everything better.
  6. Face everyday with a new energy, Grab the opportunities, Seize the day.
  7. You ought to keep your fist down and your head high to fight for what is right. 

And here’s wishing you all a Happy New Year!!