Those eyes mock him
and words spit fire
he still resists all this
by controlling his inner sire.

A knife is his only toy
and four walls his best friends
he waits for the right time
to bring all this to an end

he has a pet, a nightingale in the cage
away from vast misty forest
all day he screams and struggles
to accept the reality like the rest

one day he stood in front of the mirror
and looked straight into his eyes
I found myself too behind him
watching and hearing his tortured cry

life was never his journey he deserves to live in hell
nurture there with the guilt of his deeds
and live more tales to tell

how much more is the question
he needs to suffer on earth
to prepare the trek
into the eternal hell

hell waits for him to pass
the dark stairs of judgement
where 3 faced evil and the curse welcomes
his soul to face more torment

so he slits his wrist..
the blood drips, so does his desperation through his veins
now is the time, to pay his debts.
finally! He pulls off his mask and departs with one more guilt and pain.


The daffodil

one morning as I walked through the garden
I found a daffodil on my way
it laid there like a poor maiden
with too much in her heart kept at bay
I Quietly sat on the garden bench
just opposite to where the poor daffodil lies
in just matter of few seconds, I was taken into the trench.
where no law of nature applies
too dark and long has been her wait
and so has been mine
a soul which match each others state
has finally met this time.


I fear someday my breath will cease

Before my eyes turn pale and heart stops screaming

Before I recall her who left me with no peace

For whom I renounced earthly feelings

That day I will turn up to our memories

Which preserves our moments, laughs and screams

Lift my pen for the last time to write 100 stories

Thanking you, For helping me awaken my lost dreams

I wish I could borrow some time from time

And spend each grain of it with you beauties
I fear someday you may read this

And if you did, do consider it was for meant for you

All the stories, my love , adoration and caring kiss

My life can cease but never will my words

So if you ever miss, do read and feel this

My 100 stories , love , adoration and caring kiss…

The Unseen

He always looked at her from the frosted glass and could never see her face clear. He always imagined how beautiful her soul can be and how beautiful her persona, though she never revealed her true face or say she never intended to. Maybe she had no trust in him, or maybe something powerful kept her holding back. Something powerful, that can destroy the existence of their love.
Collaboration is always of souls when in love. Great lovers and stories might not have the perfect ending, but that is what makes us know more about them, they always survive and always will in future.
It’s not about the end but the journey which lives forever….

The week India won two Medals.

The week India won medals at Rio Olympics 2016
Nothing much changed
People were still tweeting shit
And Salman Khan’s movie Sultan was still running in theaters
That week emerged two new Heroes..
Sorry.. Two Heroines.
Sakshi Malik  and PV Sindhu
Winning individual medals and making us proud in this age of super heroes.
The week Indian won two medals
My neighbor’s daughter chose to become a wrestler
And suddenly badminton became the new cricket in our colony
Now becoming doctor and Engineer was not on their priority list, which gave their parents heart attacks.
Many boys found their crush and man their love in those beautiful ladies
And for a break media channels had something meaningful to broadcast on their News/ Paid Debate Channel.
The week India won two medals
Shoba de was still twitting her frustration
Because no media gave her publicity for her page3 party selfies and past tweets.
A Man called Ram Gopal Verma emerged from past, whom I last saw on a recee at Hotel Taj, just few days after 26/11.
He tweeted criticizing the celebration of athletes for just winning two medals in this populated country.
I guess he has a point,
His movie RGV ke AAG had more success than our Olympic campaign.
There were few more outsiders who took an effort to eye on our plate then trying to fix theirs.
Mate! No one gives a fuck about you.
The week India won two medals
Many still appreciated,
Baluchistan was still Baluchistan
And Pakistan were still dreaming about Kashmir
Man tried and defended their ego as those two women created history
Inspired millions earned billions and made unknown people famous on twitter.
That week many things changed yet nothing changed.