Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Hello twenty fifteen.

Less than an hour to new year.

Peppy party music reverberates somewhere in the distance, in an otherwise calm night. I am tucked in my blanket, hunched over the laptop screen with cold fingers on the keyboard, thinking of words, syllables, sentences to define what 2014 was to me. This ritual to reminisce what a year brought to us and what we gave in return, it is therapeutic and it gets even better when you prepare to bid goodbye to another set of memories, to put a final full stop at the end of another chapter, in the most peaceful manner.

But this time, instead of looking back, I plan to look ahead.
Sure, I had a lot of exceptionally awesome moments this year, but what is gone is gone. They have been placed neatly in my head. It is time to welcome a whole new bunch of memories that are waiting for their turn to treat us with love and hate.

So a very happy new year to you dear reader. Thank you for sticking with me through various dramas of life.

Oh and one last thing, ever since I stepped into law college, I barely got time to sit down and binge read at a stretch. But now as my college is almost over, I have decided that I will read a lot!!! No excuses, nothing.

yes, it's my resolution.

My dear friend Raaji from Writings For Life asked me to share a list of books I read this year. Pretty less, I know. But let the new year come!

P.S: Feel free to share your list of books you read in 2014.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

I am the spring.

I will always be your right path.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Find your voice.


Months ago, I found this very creative art form by Austin Kleon, a writer and artist from Texas. It is called Newspaper Blackout poetry. All you have to do is take the daily paper and find a poem hidden among words, lines and spaces. Challenging yet so much fun, that is what it is. And I'm glad I finally tried it.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Mad race.

I have slowed down
but i'm still
making my every step,
my every breath
in this unfair mad race
that i am a part of
since the day i opened this heart
for you, for him, for her
for them to watch it start
pumping sense 
to my brain and then
steer it
again, again,
time and again
amidst a crowd of hopes
crushed by weak, ailing feet
of envy, of lust,
of betrayal, of greed
running together in semblance
of monsters and angels.
Yes, there are dreams too
there are things like
rains and rainbows,
poems of love and fires of the stars
but they found their home long ago
leaving behind
just these numbed scars.
And now the light is yellow,
we are all on our toes
ready to run faster..
faster than before.
So let's take a moment here
and feel sorry for ourselves.
How beautifully this mad race
has turned us into a mess.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Time tells the truth.

I have known you more in your silence than in your words,
your beguilingly pleasing

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Crossing stories

It has become an unsolicited ritual
to watch the i in me
prying scrupulously, a thousand moments
and a million stories
with a hushed hope to find its own,
one day.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

To be alive and stagnant at the same time, is the saddest thing.

There is a piece of madness

         floating furtively along

         the chapped lines 

         of my daily chores

         and that alone is enough

to keep me from falling apart.

Picture Source: deviantart

Tuesday, December 2, 2014


“For poems are not words,
after all,
but fires for the cold,
ropes let down to the lost,
something as necessary
as bread
in the pockets of the hungry.”
— Mary Oliver