Sunday, 6 August 2017

To The One In Sydney

Her: I would have gone crazy without you... 

Him: You are crazy like you've always been.

Her: Well, this is a good kind of 'crazy'. That'd have been bad...

Happy Friendship Day!

Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Flower and the Fox

Fragrant flower, fragrant flower
Drenched in the twilight shower
Holding eternity in an hour
She stuns the fox in the bower.
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Solitary fox, solitary fox
He seeks the beautiful hollyhocks
While they smile at the paradox;
The mighty witches and warlocks.

Haiku Chain (5-7-5)


A tranquil cadence
Sea, its shimmering essence 
Sways to the silence


Wind and field whisper
Million sea thrifts shiver
Dreamy November


A lonely cloudscape
Shrouded in a soft black cape
Looks for an escape

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

On Losing Her

A lone tear,
A bit of his being,
The crevices of memories
And falls into nothingness,
Seeking her, yet again.
He lets go of the pieces
Of his broken heart
Clutching the remains
Of her fragrance
Ebbing away swiftly.

Dèjá Vu

The ocean crashes with all its might,
Upon the gigantic, steady rocks.
She basks in the tranquil moonlight
And counts five hundred stars.
As the children squeal in delight
She smiles and closes her eyes
For she recognises all of it,
The waves, the joyful laughter,
The crescent and the starry night,
The fragrant forest blossoms
And the distant blinking light.

Thursday, 11 May 2017

The Mortal

Unravelled thread by thread
Love shrouding a betrayal,
It was never me,
Never the heart of glass,
That seemed alluring..
Twas an addictive clinging
That drew you to me. 
Paper, plastic, metal came in
Promising a world so bright,
When I stood in the quicksand
You refused to see my plight.
Now as it ebbs away,
All that was once sacred,
I burn to ashes, I turn grey,
And the red gets charred.
Go away, as far as you can
For you'll be blinded
When I rise again.

Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Love Letter #8

Dearest B

The rain still loves me. It wets everything I see through my tear filled eyes. Is it alright if I be my irresponsible self? Is it alright if I run away just once, without letting the world know my whereabouts. The pain doesn't cease. I want to run away somewhere, away from you, away from me, away from the mundane life and do something that makes me happy. The city suffocates me. Every day I die a little. I thought, with you by my side I'd live through everything that is maddening. You aren't with me. I am not with you. It's just this unfriendly world. The hope drifts away. Patience wears thin. The world doesn't understand that I refuse to change. The need to preserve my essence is greater than all else. You must be wondering how is this a love letter. It is because I love you and won't run away unless you ask me to.