Floating and gliding endlessly with my languid self and ephemeral heart bending time like those molten clocks touching that gossamer truth with the touch of my fingertips so fleeting the enchanted filigree living on the edge between the edges of the reality dreaming a dream within a dream When you suspended in the mid-air between the … Continue reading Surreal



I'm getting enraged constantly irked by the  inconsistencies in life bothered by the roadblocks ups and downs and inequality small glitches  and bumps and those  occasional stops  which hinders  forms a patina to its   constant glow knocks down the  its ebb and flow   Hung between  the tranquil and the turbulence  leaves with me  the frustration  … Continue reading Pause

Quest – A reflection in woods

In that thickness  of the deep mesh of woods where the heart feels the light is denied  and it falls prey  to the devouring reality   Those twisted twigs  and tangled thoughts And people living with broken truth my doppelgänger tries to find its true identity   Those little saplings  of dreams and wishes cursed … Continue reading Quest – A reflection in woods

Lost in translation

“The quiet sense of something lost”  ― Alfred Tennyson I'm lost in the translation  wandering between the pages of  a book hiding between the folds and sitting under a neatly folded dog-eared page waiting to be pulled I'm surrounded by the pages  of my life  and left behind in the stories untold that old shattered spine of that dusty book … Continue reading Lost in translation

Sloth( Acedia)

This fifth poem is a part of the anthology of poems based on the Seven deadly sins. Do read the previous ones too, if you haven’t yet. Sloth(Acedia) - excessive laziness or the failure to act and utilize one’s talents. Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves. - Ovid A … Continue reading Sloth( Acedia)

Centre Stage

We are at the center stage hounded and cheered by the million hungry eyes ready and pumped to get a piece of the entertainment of their life to get that taste of the bloodied reality and voyeuristic truth we have been gulping down our throats through all this life We are at the center stage burned and … Continue reading Centre Stage