My Handicap

I feel myself arrested by the chains of time. The ones who cross your path once, not necessarily stay forever. No matter how hard you try to steal them from destiny, it will always play its games. And midst these tantrums, stuck my soul. Acquaintance with fate is no more an acquaintance now. Very well do…

“Never belittle love, no matter where it comes from.”

The twenty-fourth hour

It was quarter to twelve. As the elder needle struck nine on the mantle, here struck an idea of a brisk walk. Twelve steps towards the moon and twelve away, and so I started walking. Everything was at peace with the surroundings and a silent quietude spread in the four directions, save the whistle of…

I’ll kneel down

I don’t know it’s my fault or their’s, But tears roll down my eyes when accidentally my gaze is attracted towards our dusty dry old pictures; The field of the magnet seems so vast that they seem to govern one of my two thoughts; Every action of mine, every capture of their’s, every thought reminds…

Few pale pages

Corneas bowing to the centums, serving and collecting the thousand words, drinking the aroma of imagery, find a sail in the breeze of fantasies. A theory concealed behind the twinkle of a glamour hides in those hundred pages and a millennium of thousand words. Those few pale pages taste as worlds far extended to the…

Agony Of Betrayal (Rhyme)

Poetic translation to- Agony Of Betrayal ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A man walks all alone, With no- one to make a hold; Frozen as snow, He takes the path that he goes. Walking all way on those footpath tiles, Eventually he covers quite a couple of miles; He was all by himself in this trend; May be he had…

Free spirits: I like one.

  The heart was not a slave, mind was not a master; Fuel of her own heart, she was the ardent fire. Nether to nothing, radical to everything; Not a frigid rather a fervent, she was a rampant. Chauvinist of her dreams, fanatic for her passion; Sill a native, no more pandemic and now an…

“I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.”

Another night passed.

Overwhelmed with emotions, she was finding her pen with utmost restlessness. I guess, those words of her and the paper that was to be inked was more important than her tears. She started writing, with a complete silence in her room. The clock struck twelve and she was all alone with her words. In ears…

  “And it so happened, holding the little finger of patience, I walked so far, that destinies kept wandering.”

I fear my fear. Why is it so?

Why is it so? When expectations seem to obey and dreams follow the intentions, then an unexpected, an unwelcomed fear develops and takes a corner in the room of happiness. When someone touches my heart so much so that i get bound to them, then suddenly from somewhere the breeze of separation wipes that smile…

“If you can find an opening, you can probably find a way to float through it.”