Brevity, Quill


Today, she woke up again, to the new sunny day.

With the same blizzard, 

Cold and violent, stinging her heart, 

Like everyday.

Poetry, Quill

Love notes

And the next time you come back ,
I will be right here ,
in this living room ,
Snuggled up between couch and table ,
In our white shirt ,
sipping ‘that’ coffee ,
Grinning at you after creating a mess ,
And I tend to close my eyes ,
When I know you’re here to catch me ,
If I ever fall .

Poetry, Quill

Grass and history

Every blade of grass,

That grows in the mud,

Tells a story unseen,

Unheard by anyone,

As they lay under the stars,

Teenagers they were,

And soon came marriage,

The leaves drenched in roses,

As the lightest feet,

Of a child touch the earth,

And soon, old age,

Turned another page,

And the ground was cleared,

Out for a grave,

And the little blades of grass,

Saw it all, yet was silent,

For many had come before,

And many would come again,

And the grass shall stand tall,

To bear it all,

Shining brightly, towards,

Another day.

Brevity, Quill

To Those Lost In The Chaos

Wait..The moment just passed by did you bothered to look up?

Do you remember the last time you sat by the window with your cup of coffee? The last time you gave the passer-by a winning smile? How long it has been since you and Mom cooked together? When was the last time you laughed your heart out on a silly antic?

It’s really not about the big turnovers in life rather about the little things we miss everyday. I don’t know what  you are going through. We live in completely different stories. The world maybe is on chaos. Maybe your life is too but the storm will clear and the sun will again shine bright. You’ll have to discover yourself. Wait…Relax…Cherish the moment!!!

Brevity, Quill


Her laughter rings out like ripples in still water. She giggles and chortles, eyes turned to slits and mouth in a wide smile. The creases of her face disappear, radiating pure joy. She keeps on laughing till her stomach hurts and jaw grows weary. And afterwards a warm and comforting feeling makes her glow. Her eyes dazzle with mischief as she hugs me. Yes, she was successful in scaring the wits out of me. After all my mother deserves her share of laughter.

Poetry, Quill

Superficiality of death

The world thus comes to life,

Yet death still lurks on the pretty face,

Of a mother that just lost her child,

The mourning done, all rituals over,

What next? But the void still exists!

She did everything she could,

Yet nothing changed,

“His soul is at peace”,

Well, how do you know?

What proof do you have to say it’s so?

For all these people,

That never knew her child,

That knew of his existence,

Only AFTER he died,

What good must come from this facade?

The world still keeps turning,

As it should,

And she is now alone,Her hope lost for good…

Brevity, Quill

Living Stories

 ‘All we are…are living stories waiting to be read and understood‘ I read these lines while surfing the Internet and found them to be so true. We are writing our own story while also waiting for someone to understand us, to feel what we feel, to understand how vastly we perceive things. But in the constant race of finding that someone we forget to read ourselves. You are also the reader of someone else’s story, handle that story with care too. We all are finding an avid reader while also being the writer of our own story…Keep reading and writing.

Brevity, Quill


The cries wake me up in the middle of the night. Painful and morbid, these cries rake up a mysterious past. The bloody floor and blue eyes,staring at the knife in my hand. I try to brush off the accusing eyes, try to reason with myself, justify my actions. What force drove me to murder can’t be explained but those cries drive me to insanity. The cries of innocence pleading for mercy. The cries of a wounded girl stabbed by betrayal. I wake up in the middle of the night and sit still, waiting for redemption to come my way.

Brevity, Quill

That Night.

It was twisted, that night, 

Twisted, yet magical,

We were too close,

Too close,

Too familiar.

Too easy to love,

Too easy to loose,

too easy to hurt.

Brevity, Quill


Sometimes we have to abandon reason for greater good but mostly for our own sanity. When the confusion has blurred the sight, unworth has corrupted the mind and unreasonable guilt has consumed the soul, it is important to let go. The most valuable learning is to know when to fight and when to let loose. When fear makes way for resentment, do not make yourself your enemy. More than anything make peace with yourself and all the victory will be yours.