It is often said that good stories and poems can lift up your mood in no time. As for me, I am just an ordinary human with a colourful vision. We all have our own shades through which we look at this world. Here, I would be presenting some of my pieces; join them and you’ll exactly know how my shades look like! You’ll find an arcade of emotions wrapped up in a surreal blanket of my imaginations, every tale will tell you a different story.

So, if you’re bored with your daily chores, stuck up somewhere, entrapped in a myriad of complications or you feel lonely even with a cup of coffee and music on a moonlit night, my compositions will be your companion. You might not be able to connect with all of it, but some of the pieces are sure to cut through your mind. Keep reading, persist in relating!


Once upon a time in a city,
I found a man, troubled and lonely.
I offered him some money with utmost kindness,
He served me repudiation with grains of sweetness.
He looked less than gold and diamonds,
His words disconnected him from vagabonds.
We walked a long way,
Talked even more;
The crimson Sky shouted out to the setting Sun,
“Encore! Encore! Encore!”

We talked about our lives,
Of dreams under construction,
And also about those,
Eaten up by destruction.
We criticized the angels and appreciated the demons,
Our eyes met often breeching all reasons.

Deep into the woods we walked,
And played games until we found ourselves locked!
The flimsy cage questioned my courage,
I broke it open with flaring rage.
Freed from the hutch,
I stretched my hand towards my partner in distress,
Anguish covered my eyes as I saw no face.

Once upon a time in a city,
I found myself, happy yet lonely.
Nightly images came out in a dusky evening,
Letting out my desires and inner feeling.
I walked for long and talked no more,
For I was in love with my presence,
And the mind that I bore.


Breaking the geniality of the Azure,
She strides in majestically.
Rickety trees mourn in silence,
Over the cadaver of their beloved comrades.
Her presence is felt through shivers,
A cold heart is all that she bears.
The dermis of health is cracked open,
Leaving scars beyond cure.

Obscured in the cruelty of her disposition,
Lie verities indubitable.
She smells of a strange lonliness,
That shatters the insincerity of rosy images.
An isolation so grave,
Preaches sermons of running in pain.
She begins to end in a realization svelte,
Oh Winter! Your warmth will never be felt.

The dream boy

Far away in the meads,
A young woman sits with zeal in her cheeks.
The fire in her eyes was a trifle,
For those lost in a mental scuffle.

Many an hour she gave away,
In counting heads.
Many came, many left,
None of them evinced deft.

Light struggled hard,
Through the intricacies of her mantilla,
Before melting into darkness.
Sparks of the night again witnessed tears of moroseness.

Hope banishing thoughts deranged,
Added celerity to her toes restrained.
The snowy lake still wishes to behold,
Charming springtide with fables untold.


“Who spoilt it? Admit it now, or else the entire class has to face the music.”, screamed the teacher pointing towards a scarred portrait of Monalisa.

“The hypocrisy of the Society.”, mumbled a back-bencher, hiding her face with a black cloth.


Bold and beautiful,
Serious and sober.
Unmindful of perilous snags,
Why do you wander hither and thither?

Glued to your mouth was a fairytale,
That mused on “Once upon a time”.
Why has “Never” nullified
Thoughts so sublime?

The love that seemed right,
Has taken flight.
And the love that feels right,
Is out of sight.

The twinkling gateways of the heart,
That used to see rainbows in Insanity,
Now read facts stubborn,
Boasting of Practicality.

Caught up

Are you a beautiful story,
Dying in a wasted magazine?
Or a plucky song,
Serene, yet tagged obscene?

Hovering in the chambers of nicotine smoke,
I see weighty dreams still afloat.
Do you smell of flesh and blood,
Or have you metamorphosed into a robot?

Fingers type and the mind crashes,
The pain is relentless.
The CPU goes on exerting itself,
And the task is endless.

If your lips move to the tune of this disharmony,
Let your beauty be left to rot.
If you cannot stand apart,
Stay bridled in your own thought.


The clock struck twelve at night,
The winter being unendurable,
An abiding pause had taken over the place,
Until a droning sound was heard.

The murkiness had been turned off,
By a streak of light emanating from the cellphone.
Her eyes gleamed,
Miles away, a boy looked at her picture with a prepossessing smile.

They talked late into the night,
Certainly, they were foolish,
Topics ranged from transistors to aircrafts,
Little did they know that they were under the mercy of Cupid.

She cooled her heels in a meadow where he kept waiting as well,
The meadow being surreal,
They never met.

Both of them knew the Reality,
Hiding emotions had become a game,
Long conversations had lost their charm,
And short ones left them in torment.