Whenever we crash into each other
on some pretext or by luck
My eyes wander into your soul
just through your eyes
I find myself drowning without breath
without life
and without regret
but in a split second
you smile and
I am levels down the depth
into never finding myself
same again forever.
Category Archives: fiction and poetry
We are
We are Bright
Sometimes than a galaxy
if one looks inside
We are not made for making paintings for home
We are not made for writing poetry for loved ones
We are not made for singing for a boring audience
We are not made for evading deaths on a motorcycle
We are not made for fantasies of night
We are the sun and moon
of a planet lost in universe
Look Up the mirror
If you don’t find a disgusted face
every morning
then you sleep till the beating of heart stops
or awakens you.
Smeared
Smeared were your lips
destroyed was my soul
love was beyond physical
tired we rested on roof above
stars were few in the night
some couldn’t bear our shining sight
you looked at me,I looked at you
we burned brighter again for round two.
Out of the Box
They asked him,
Can you work in stressful situations?
Can you cope up with workloads?
Can you deliver when promised?
Are you intelligent enough?
Time and time they grilled the shit out of him
But in the end they smiled and asked
Can you think out of the Box?
To which the guy excitingly said “Yes”
and then they kept him
in a cubicle
for the rest of his life.
Bullets
If you had only one option
a bullet to the head
or one to the heart
which one you would choose?
assume you won’t succumb
the one to the head will be quick
but would make you insane,
the heart would rage and take over body
nightmare will be full of emotions
and the one to heart,
would make you a living corpse
with no feelings.
Like a puppet dancing on a tune.
hymned far in the darkness
What would you do?
Would you succumb to Chaos?
or die waiting for one?
Walk
As I walk down in the drizzle
in a rush to avoid the rain
I see all the people doing same
they are the same who prayed for rain
and end from unbearable heat.
then I stood in the rain for a while
and watched
a poor boy dancing with his dog
in this rain.
ignoring the crowd, the rain, even the gods.
I laughed on my life, shackles and the dog wagging his tail.
Writings to Heaven 