Monday, December 8, 2014


There was no blood nor 
scars blue, just a broken heart,
staring hopefully.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Stormy Canvas

An impassive white canvas stared back,
I looked on, fidgeting with the color palate,
envisaging sunny hills and vibrant lilies?

Instead, I squeezed out lumps of grey and black,
striking the paper with your broken promises,
lying dead on rough cobbled roads.

These stunted trees are not good enough,
Like me, you said, like me,
My free spirit swept you away, far.

I let betrayal paint angry strokes,
across the ruthless lonely sky,
darkened by shadows of murky clouds,

the bristles were no longer smooth,
nor the once white canvas,
now indignantly staring back at me.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014


Whispers of her mind
often lost in dreamless nights,
full with shooting stars.

Haiku Horizon prompt Full

 A view of Darling Harbour

Monday, October 20, 2014


Long forgotten are winding roads,
And purple sunsets over oceans cold,
I count the days in ticks and tocks,
Kindling the fire with memories old.

 Clicked at Sea Cliff Bridge, Sydney

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Copper Petals

Today's post is inspired by two pictures. I was wondering what to write on the picture I took in Westmead when I came across Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers and tang!! an idea was born :)

I  used to walk past it every evening. Never was there a day when I hadn't felt a pinch in my heart. Those bright beautiful flowers would somehow make me sink in deep abyss of emptiness. 

I had watched her too, changing the bouquet every once in a while, gently tying them to the pole. The dent on the wall was still visible. She would sometimes sit there, long after sundown.

It's been months since the flowers have dried. She was gone too. The wind has blown away the copper petals and now, all that remains is a withered stem.

Word Count=100

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Lanky Jim

Jim is a young lanky lad, who works at the local brasserie,
his lovelorn eyes only search, Rosy whom he loved dearly.
Tossing in some extra chips, he would serve her the finest fish,
yet for years never could he muster, courage to voice his only wish.

He dreams of walking along the shore, holding her slender hand,
and drawing their names, on sun-soaked golden sand, 
Everyday he sets her table, with finest napkins and flowers too,
but her heart seemed far-fetched, will he ever be able to woo?

One day arrived few rowdy blokes, gulping down cans of beer,
rich and crass, drunk and loud,  rupturing in chaotic sneer,
Rosy was relishing Tuna, when one of them sat next to her,
pulling her close by the waist, the petite girl could only whimper.

Furious Jim dashed across the room, jabbing the guy to the floor,
but as he ushered her out of door, a rogue bullet pierced his soul.

Jim was a young lanky lad, who once worked at local brasserie,
now he rests in silence, for a girl he held too dearly.
Most days Rosy walks alone, through lapping waves along the shore,
remembering the only man, whom she would love evermore.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014


I linger for a moment more,
and watch you burn me to the soul,
on these frozen shores of yore.

They say I am an irrevocable fool,
obsessed with a notion of love.
I only wonder who is more cruel?

What do they know of the pain that sears,
and this sound of my breaking heart,

Amidst the silence no one  hears.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Lapping Waves

Coaxing whispers of lapping waves, 
serenade me once more,
as I hop down the winter-borne streets, 
splashing puddles on rain kissed pavements.

The receding voices nudge to me twirl,
and swirl with cold evening breeze,
to break free from perceptions and 
the routine of a silent day.

The ships have longed sailed by,
leaving behind lapping waves,
Afar I watch the sun slowly sink, 
perhaps it winked at me too.

The apartment was damp, 
lit in sepia colour of yesteryears, 
lost in a solitary trance,

But today, I hummed a tune, and lit candles.
I glanced at you, and perhaps today, you smiled back too.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

[Shape Poetry] Shop-o-holic

I haven't written anything new offlate, so sharing an old work of mine. A Shape poetry for shop-o-holics like me :D Enjoy!!

Monday, July 7, 2014

Untrimmed Stories

I was listening to this song while writing the poem, and I just felt my words coming to life. 


Weeds grew uninhibited, so did untrimmed stories,
mildew have flourished, on our frozen memories,
from an old armchair, I blew a pile of dust away,
in the musty breeze, chewed curtains gently swayed.

My footsteps echoed in long marbled hallway,
once filled with electric laughter, silence now ricochet,
These abandoned accusing walls, stare back at me,
Why was I here, after years of escaping reality?

Melancholia of your absence, still hangs heavy in air,
over mahogany dresser and striped glassware,
"Yet, It does feel like home, doesn’t it?", I slowly whisper,
it was time to clear cobwebs and fix the chandelier.

This week's prompt at Write Tribe was all I needed to wake my sleeping muse. :)

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Love at First Punch !! - Concluding part

 “Naah!! Didn’t they say she was... ummm ...homely.” Avinash looked on while she virtually kicked her opponent. 

“What are the chances!!”, he whispered. Being the leader of his video game team, back in the US, the thought of getting beaten by a girl sent shivers down his spine.  

“No no no... I can’t marry her! she would beat me in every single match.”

He started pitying the dark haired skinny boy who was being ruthlessly thrashed in front of his friends.  “Whatever did he do to deserve her wrath?” 

“How’s that for a girl huh!! Loser”, she screamed as she punched the
character to ground. It was that very moment Avinash realized that he was falling in love with this vivacious girl who could slam even better than him.

He shuddered at the thought of his Mom meeting her, and was pretty sure, if Avni finds out that this was just a courtesy visit, he might end up with a broken nose, or more. He had half a mind to turn and go back, but then the fragments of last meet, with one of his mom’s choices, came to his mind.

She was tall, pretty and sophisticated. When he asked her what she likes doing the most, she went into thinking mode, for about 10 minutes. And after lot of brainstorming she said,”Sleeping” and then added “cooking too. 

“Well, if I have to marry a stranger”, he thought, “why not someone who could join my Halo* team.

Along with the crowd, he too watched, anticipating the outcome. The boy was trying his best to resist her hits, but the masterful strikes that she hauled on him were too much to handle. Finally, she took the sword and sliced him into two, killing the character.

The boy slammed the console on the desk. She looked straight at him and with a mischievous glint her eyes, said loud and clear,”Valar Morghulis*”.

Can she be any more cool !!”, he smiled, ”She quotes Game of Thrones!!

Avinash had made up his mind; it was to sweep the girl off her feet.

Avani stood up and then quickly checked the time. Hastily she straightened her dress, realizing that she was here to meet, not kill someone.

The beautiful curls in her hair, that her sister had so painstakingly ironed, were all frizzy and undone. In quick strokes, Avni smoothed her hair, praying that her Medusa lookalike locks won’t be a distraction.

While she was still wondering, Avinash walked up to her.

Hey”, he said, taking the console, “Care for another game.

She looked up, a little startled and then she smiled.


They say love makes the way go round. For Avni and Avinash, this was definitely the case. She hammered him in their first game, mostly because he was busy looking at her. But it took more that just video game skills to butter up his mother.

Aninash could only smile when Avni's father took him to a corner and asked him, in all the seriousness, "I hope you know what you are getting into Son. My daughter is quite ... umm unusual"

Avinash knew that this pesky little alien was a perfect match to his stubborn self.


The End.

*Valar Morghulis translates to "All men must die"
*Halo - science fiction video game 

Phew!! this is the first time I have written a long story. I am not very good at stretching a plot, it was all I could weave :) Hope you liked it. I would love to hear your views. Love, suggestion, brickbats - everything's welcome.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Love at first punch! - Part II

This was Avinash’s first visit to India in 15 months and he was already longing to go back. The continuous badgering about bride and marriage, both by his parents and relatives, irritated him to no end. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get married and share his life with a lovely wife, but this ridiculous charade of looking at pictures and meeting girls was getting on his nerves.

Secretly, he had always fancied love marriages, the one with lot of drama, where he is supposed to charm the girl and her parents. But unfortunately, love didn’t find its way into Avinash’s life. He envied his best friend’s story, who eloped with his girlfriend to US and then invited their parents for the wedding. That’s a rocking love story. 

"What will I tell my kids", he would often think,"that I saw your Mom in the living room and fell in love when she served me tea and Samosa. Gah!"

“I don’t like this girl”, he heard his Mom telling his Dad. “Look at her eyes, she has a rebellious streak I am telling you!!
“Just like your son”, his Dad promptly replied.
They were talking about Avani, the girl he picked to meet today.

He had seen Avani’s photo just once and chose her, only because his Mom was forcing him to select the other girl.

“I am thinking of refusing this match Avi, but since the meeting is fixed, you can go for courtesy sake.” 

His mom then went on to examine a pile of photographs laid on the table, the sight of which irked Avinash even more.

His mom believed that a nice cultured girl would make a good bride. Is that what he wanted too? He didn’t know, although, he was pretty interested in meeting the girl who picks Sports-Center as the first meet up point. 

After checking himself in the mirror for the tenth time, he left home and drove towards the mall. He parked his car in the basement, took a deep breath and walked inside.

The place was crowded, with young and old. There were still five minutes left, so he roamed around a little, watching people play.

“Die, die, die, die”, he heard a girl screaming her lungs out and turned to see a young crowd gathered around video game machines, watching a petite girl playing against a dark haired skinny boy.

He walked towards the game-zone, watching her aggressively press buttons on the console. It was then he realized the familiarity of her face.

The fierce expression that she wore was very intimidating, completely unlike the calm demeanour of the face in the picture.

“God no... this couldn’t be her. Mom will never ever like her.” 

to be continued ....

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