Monday, 7 December 2020

Blind Justice

We should have known
When each of your siblings succumbed
one by one by one
starting with the one we put into power
We should have known
that eventually even you would be corrupted
that one day you would go steeping into darkness

But who were we kidding?
You always wear a blindfold
I never quite understood why you do that
Is it to escape all the wrongs that take place
while you play with the balance in your hands
Is it to ignore all the rights that are wronged
while you stand playing deaf in large buildings

We mistook you
enamored by your Impeccable ideals
mesmerized by your pretty promises
bamboozled by your weird words
fooled by your bewitching beauty
As you stood there in inaction,
a stale statue of stoical silence

You have just become a puppet
of the puppets of the puppets in power
who destroy every minute detail
of the delusions of democracy
I stand before you in desperation
begging you to wake up from slumber
Ignite your icy irisis and burn your blindfold.

Moist Memories

Yesterday night, I cried myself to sleep
While I was drafting a response
To the letter that you sent 
My response was quite long
But my translation 
of feelings to words
somehow felt wrong
my fingers cramped 
with the effort of writing
So my eyes started watering
to lubricate my fingers 
to also dilute the ink
that was drying off in the pen
I stayed up as long as I could 
not knowing when I fell asleep 
I woke up only when I felt wet
and my bed was floating 
In my room filled with water
It seems like me eyes did not stop
they kept pouring drop by drop
as I snored away in glory 
all my books were floating in the water
along with my memories of you 
while escaping a nasty slip
I frantically searched 
for the letter I was writing,
for the letter that you wrote 
Only 4 moist blank pages were left
with ink faded away like my tears. 

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