A journey from a name to a nobody...
Who am I, I think to myself all the time Am I the name that was given to me at birth Or the expectations that I inherited? Am I the version that you see Or the version I hear about through the mind's dialogue? Am I the cumulative of every experience Or the cumulative of opinions of you and every other person I come across? Am I the sorrow of the night Or the joy of the day? Am I the result of an…
I crave for thee I haven't seen I crave for thee I haven't heard I crave for thee I haven't smelled I crave for thee I haven't felt I crave for thee I haven't touched I crave for thee I do not understand I crave for What my simple mind cannot comprehend You seem the roughest Like the waves on a beach Yet feel the calmest Like the depths of the sea You seem the coldest Like the winter freeze Yet…
Looking around yourself What do you see? What do you think? What do you feel? Do you see the person? Or his stature Do you see the person? Their architecture? Do you see the person? Or where their eyes meander Do you see the person? Or how their face lights up Do you see the person? Or their mask that's up Maybe you see nothing Or everything they're projecting But maybe what moves you Isn't their…
Words. What do you think about them? How do you feel about them? I think words are the most powerful thing to exist in the 21st century. They either lead to your doom or your fortune. Words have the power to both create and destroy. You either make or break using your words. I have had my own share of experiences with different kinds of words. When you hear a certain set of words coming out of a…
As the mayhem and tumult of the anarchic world dims down with the rise of the moon, why is it that all I perceive amidst the gleaming moonlight and the celestial darkness are not shades of gray but the blues of my desolate heart? What a comical paradox, I think to myself. The fuller the moon, the lonelier this heart gets. Or is it the other way round? Maybe the moon shines brighter, eliciting its…
What do we fight for? What are we protecting? We put up a front every morning With our guards up, no mourning We fix our exteriors Ignoring the broken interiors Living through the façade Projecting a confident trod Do we really need this? Do we need to hide? Is the meaning behind our existence Just to be happy on the world's ride? We keep satisfying His stance and hers His views and hers All for…
Feelings of religion, caste and race Have slowed down our pace While science is reaching for the stars Our Mother Earth is bleeding through the scars While some men are trying to find answers to the universe Some are digging the graves of their brothers How and when did men turn so cruel? Trampling over Earth like herds of monsters You have polluted the earth Ending life around you Now you want to…
My pen wanted to write But my heart craved for it to be about you All the little details you are All the tiny little things that you do That glimmer of light in your eyes Shining behind those sweet, innocent smiles Your cute little winks and those silly tricks you try My pen wanted to describe But my heart craved for it to be about you Describe every feeling, every emotion you put me through Your…
A synchrony of melancholy and pure joy storming in my heart, trying to make headway through my lips in the form of words. Alas, the mind is inarticulate to curate the chaos of this storm. But how shall the heart stop, when the storm outside, with its glistening rain pouring under the golden lights of the street, keeps stirring and stirring this silly heart, which turns fanatical with every…
26 in a fix, She moved to chase her dreams Little did she know It wasn't as easy as it seemed "I'll study, I'll work, and climb up," she thought Little did she know It would take a lot more than that She would lay, try to sleep Rolling through the sheets Little did she know She had to thrive to just be In this foreign land, A land full of unknowns It wasn't just opportunities It had its highs and…