French Delights.

Whispering words
The eyes tell the story
Amidst too many words
Tied around the silent glances
Hidden amidst the smiles
Lives and breathes a story
All that happens
All that will
Shall together tie
The chapters abound
French delights
Drunk without wine
Promises till end of time
Two chapters blend
A story is made
The book is written
The characters play
The song they shall say
Shall set the heart ablaze
Music is indeed
The song of the soul



The falling drops
Are here again
The sky is painted in lilac
The heart draped in red
The shining stars seem
Lost in singing the dreamy lullaby
Inching closer together
Never to drift apart
Two banks of a river
Crisscrossing the stones
The collision is beautiful
The union shall amaze
Even the stars will say
I wish I lived this story too!
Not every plan permits
Not every smile has a reason
Not every poem speaks
Not every line rhymes
Yet, all falls in place
When the tiny fingers entwine
Perfectly they fit
Perfectly they remain
The rain pours again
French delights
Memories infinite
Here to stay
Forever the same
One step more
A lot awaits as
The rain reigns again




It’s been a while

Since I walked

Along the lanes of poetry

It’s been a while

Since I sat to pen

The feelings inside

But, even though

It’s been a while

The poetry still wears the same name

It’s been a while

Since I did a few things

But, this smile still belongs to


It’s been a while

Since I wrote YOU

But, the heart was


Draped in shades of your love

It’s been a while

Since I walked through my garden

But, it is still a wild rose
That blooms

First Springs don’t fade

Like a little infinity

They spread wherever they go

It’s been a while
Since together has been

I and YOU

It will always be



Half Story.

A half story will someday


Between pages of the unread diary

Between the unwritten words of a love poem

Between the hidden glances of almost lovers

Between the teary eyes of the false smile

Between the giggling conversation of a new flame

Between two ‘Almosts’ touching ‘Always’

A half story will someday


Between I and You 

And become the Us

‘We’ will think of

33 years from now.

A half story will someday


Between a poem that ends

With a wish.



Because every Valentine’s day, you must fall in love with Love.



Have you ever looked for a home?

And found yourself wondering

How would  the walls look like?

Would you paint the ceiling red

Or leave it white like the rest?

Will there be one extra window

To clear your mind

On stormy nights

Will you have tall walls

To help you when

claustrophobia hits you hard

Have you ever looked for a home

And found yourself wondering

If you will ever find one?

I’ve done all this and more

spent too many nights

Trying to find

That one home

Where I could be

Who I am and break free

Of every insecurity

Yet, it took me a long time

To know

Lover alone can make a home

No fancy walls,

No specific color

The heart that calls your name

Is the home you will crave to stay!


Picture credits: Quotes Codex


Prompt: Broken heart and sadness: Beauty in half stories.

They say poetry makes you feel, but sad poetry gives you feel.


Tonight, I am not going to lie.

I am tired of pretending

Everything is alright.

When I know

Every day is just another 


Which won’t subside

I am tired of trying

So hard that my knuckles

Almost bleed

It is about time

I see the same things

That I refused to see

I sometimes get tired too

Of trying too hard

Of chasing so fast

I trip and cry

No shoulder to hold me up

No hands to soak the tears

Missed chances and half stories

Too many, one sided attempts

An array of broken promises

I see the eyes of the people I loved

I let the sadness envelop me in a hug

I sit on the cold bathroom floor

And strum every harsh word I never spoke 

Maybe, I needed to see

How long I’ve been walking along

The silhouette I thought to be you

Had left me in lanes I had long crossed

I sit down on the road I do not know

Some day again, we shall bump

Maybe, that time the places

We shall swap

You would wonder of the caring eyes

The once upon a time

But by then this heart will harden

And nothing more shall remain

Or there shall always be

But, you will like always fail to see.

Often in life, you need to be

Your own goddamn hero

Because promises break and so do people.

I am not standing up

Not again

Because there is a beauty in fallen things

And for once I want to feel

What beautiful feels like

No silhouette beside

No memories aside

Just this long night

Oh, Dangerous Words

Strum me the same old lullaby

Break the broken heart tonight. 

Tonight, I am not going to lie.

Let’s romance sadness tonight.


Much lovies,


Hoping to alternate with a happy one soon.




So, it’s been ages since I penned a poem. sometime,s we really wait for the perfect inspiration to come along. This time, it came in the shape of the beautiful picture taken in the golden city, Jaisalmer. As much as I want to take credits for this beauty, this one belongs to dear friend Bhavya who is as blessed with words as he is with his photographs. Visit him at his blog here.

I really think we are nothing but puppets who simply plays the tunes, life has picked for us.



Inside her head
She plays various roles
She smiles bright
Even with darkness inside
We’re puppets playing
The game of life
She met too many souls
Inside her heart, she let them in
Yet a part was always kept
Locked within
She waited to meet
The one who would see
The insides of her heart
Could flowers grow in lands
That had been barren for long?
She wondered if there was more
To share and say
Or all her life, she would remain
Puppets playing
The game of life
Love touched her once
Poetry was stirred
Her words wed his words
Together they strummed
A chord so melodious
A flower finally bloomed
In the barren land
She let down her guard
Allowed someone inside
Was this too a game
Life often played
She wanted to believe
She wasn’t another puppet
Just playing her part
She wanted this to count
She wished it would last
She wondered if the stars
Would stay together or apart
A hundred questions in her fat eyes
Brimming with doubt, mystery inside!
She stares at the blue, endless sky
Contemplating what in her fate resides
The ones we love and the ones we leave
Stories that fulfil and the ones that stay incomplete
Are we all puppets
Playing the game of life?
Is everything predestined?
Is she fated to resign?
The poem comes to an end
But the show goes on
The puppet smiles
Because in the game of life
We do what is destined
Enveloped in tears and smiles
Her little heart breaks
As she is haunted by the goodbye
That shall one day break
This beautiful lullaby
We’re the puppets playing
The game of life!