Wednesday, 14 October 2020



I never realized how quickly they grew

When I started all felt good and new

There were many things I never knew

Now my whole universe is askew

When I piled up tasks, they seemed few

But they just multiplied as time flew

I don’t see a clear solution in my view

 avalanche of expectations, I am a shrew

Every morning, hopes disappear like dew

With regrets I end my day with a phew

I have gobbled more than I can chew

I desperately wish to do everything anew

My distractions need to be put into curfew

To complete the pending things in my purview

All my skills and focus need to act as crew

To mend all the tears in thoughts with a sew.

Friday, 2 October 2020

One Night Sit

The sky pours
my anxiety sours
I have so many chores
left to do in my writing course

Like I am on the deadline
Hoping everything will be fine
the mind has become be a landmine
while the oasis of ideas is hit by a famine

I have a small coffee sachet
to kill my sleep like a machete
as my thoughts burn like an omelet
as the clock plays a Russian roulette

I had given up thrice
like a scared puny mice
made me feel not very nice
hoping the deadline adds some spice

As my ideas go nuts
I munch on boiled peanuts
Fighting my mind's if and buts
As discomfort wriggles in my guts

It is 3 AM and I am still awake
as strings with words, I try to make
Procrastination is always a mistake
I have this weird sense of being a fake

I slurp on my dried lips
reaching for the pack of chips
Wishing I had some hummus dips
As my mind ambushes me with quips

Concentrate on my tasks, I must
Watching an online tour seemed just
to ensure my plan doesn't kiss the dust
but my mind fiercely personifies wanderlust

I fall asleep beside my thought stream
When In my head I heard a silent scream
only to be woken up by an alarm in my dream
staring at my blank screen taunting me with a gleam.

Monday, 21 September 2020

Dear Sky


Dear Sky,
    Mystically majestically
        You blanket the whole world
    Clearly cryptically  
        You hold all the stars in place
    Stunningly cunningly
        You act as a veil for puny gods
    Blissfully beautifully
        You are the universe’s saree
    Coincidental and accidental
        You are the canvas of creation.

Sunday, 20 September 2020


 ๐ผ ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘  ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘๐‘ 
๐ต๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘๐‘  ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘œ๐‘“๐‘“
๐‘†๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ก
๐‘†๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ
๐‘†๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™
๐‘†๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘™๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘œ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘ฆ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘’.
๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘› ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘ฆ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘
๐‘๐‘œ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘“๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘”๐‘œ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘› ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™-๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ
๐ด๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘›๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ 
๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™ ๐‘Ž๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘š
๐‘‚๐‘› ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ค ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ๐‘ ,
๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘ ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘˜ ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘˜๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ 
๐‘‡๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘“ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘โ„Ž ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘–๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘ง๐‘’
๐‘ˆ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ, ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘› ๐‘’๐‘š๐‘๐‘ก๐‘ฆ-โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘Ÿ
๐‘‚๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘”๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘”๐‘ 
๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘ โ„Ž ๐ผ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘  ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก๐‘ .

Tuesday, 3 July 2018

Stagnant Sea

A slow death you die
When to yourself you lie
Day by day you begin to lose
By wrong priorities you choose

Time slips away like sand
From your sweaty hand 
Regret becomes your consort
With to-do lists left to sort

You stay awake all night
Pondering how to get alright
A stupor strangles your day 
Keeping all calmness at bay 

Waves of worry wash ashore
As you struggle to do a chore
Every moment is a torment 
Every act becomes a lament 

Monday, 9 April 2018

An Ode to Running

Running helps me clear my mind
From the chaotic clutter of daily grind

It takes me towards a better state
Devoid of any regret, grief or hate

It shows me the pleasures in pain
Like the desert's unexpected rain

It silences the questions and doubts
Emerging in my mind's whereabouts

It teleports me to a heaven of hope
Where inspiration is the only dope

It frees from the cage of comfort zone
With a zingy zest to have my body hone

It fills me with a sense of satisfaction
To my wandering life, it adds traction

It provides me with means to defeat
All the ambrosia that I eternally eat

It gives me a kaleidoscope for seeing
One of the prime purposes of my being.

Thursday, 6 October 2016

Soothing Solitude

quiet, empty 
boring, terrifying, torturing
dreadful, desolate, desirable, delectable
satisfying, tantalizing, soothing
silent, complete

Written for OctoPoWriMo Day 6 prompt -  Tantalizing

This is in the Diamante form.