Everyone thinks Lyra is pretty.
Her beauty fell off her high cheekbones,
And landed onto the soft cushions of her full lips.
They weave tales with her DNA,
And sew their hearts with strands from her braided hair,
While I look on puzzled,
Not understanding how they don’t see,
With each push of the needle,
They also poke a bleeding hole,
That stains it’s natural colour.
Don’t misunderstand,
I love her…but,
All I know is that when I rush to her room,
For sanctuary,
Her bed is warm and inviting,
But she isn’t there.
Her vacant stare catches my breath,
But not in the way,
It would a lover looking at her loved one.
Her smile is devastatingly sad,
Because unlike everyone,
I know her.
I know how beautiful she actually was,
Behind that porcelain prison everyone praises,
That not a minute ago,
She looked outside her window,
Watching the pieces of her soul fly past her,
Into the night,
As she waited,
Waited for her heart to return,
While she stood there,
Dying slowly,
In the arms of such insanity,
Only longing could design.


Poems and Worlds

How mundanely simple the world would be,
If everything was as analogous as a poem,
If people were really like flowers,
Sweet even when crushed,
But more often than it is,
It’s not.


The fragrance no longer diffuses.
The smiles no longer spread.
Humanity is no longer humane.
Everything comes down to wins and gains.

Being selfish is habitual.
Altruism cannot exist.
The ubiquity of fakeness
Has its pinnacle embedded in genuineness.

Being an ingenuous kid is accepted well
But growing up seems to have something misspelt.
Because with age comes experience where
Solid bonds and chivalry is a rather alien affair.

Naïve it is to remain true..
To what you feel, to even be you.

She said…

To the ones barking at me,

I’ve gotten thoroughly violated, exposed, and tainted, with all due credits to you. My sanity has been disposed of well and my purity has acquired many keys. I’m no longer left with self-conscious and respect. All roles of mine have been conveniently forbidden immaculacy. My objectifications at all your endeavours seem to have gained much profit. You have become quite prosperous and satisfied by merchandising my form. The power you pose has made your origin of existence itself loose identity. Now, being also seems empty without assault and abuse. I have accepted fear and throughout remain scared from exposing my anatomy. The days seem incomplete without pain and cries. It’s exemplary to see you never stop. Now having broadened your areas, you’ll fetch more catches. The buses and vans are very feasible and well equipped. You’re charisma and oomph is indeed commendable.  The other day, I told my babies about you, they’re too, ready for you. All set to get tickled and explored. They’ve asked me to teach them subservience and surrender for making it easier to behave. All the mishandling, misuse and misdeeds has surely been affluent. That barbarousness has successfully slaughtered my virtue. Trust me, your business will expand and reach far beyond, it’s so promising that harassment and prostitution seems so convenient. Most of all, I’m astounded by your insatiability and heinousness. All this leading the formation of the perfectly ideal solitary society. It requires much applause. 

Thank you but no thanks,


Transcending Cupid’s Arrow

Heart beats escalating
And goosebumps tingling.
Mind going tipsy,

Can almost taste the pain.
The love, the hurt, in it.
Brutality hits hard
Bringing nostalgic chills.

Trauma left alone,
The sorrow, forlorn.
You’re the epitome of
All that is felt, atoned.

Pleasure, joy, felt like never before
Expectations met, given much more.
Reminiscent or ventilation
Of everything borne.

Feelings have a voice.
It is called Music.
It transcends beyond even
The arrow struck by Cupid.

Music makes you do it all-
Laugh, cry, bleed, fall, appall.


That warm, pleasant morning
Held great prominence to me.
But my fear wrecked me greatly
I could not succeed.
Yet through my tears I’d seen
Your smiling presence, comforting me.

In the rain I walked
Been given chores to carry out.
Going back was not an option
But I no longer knew the direction.
Yet my disorientation was short lived
As I had you beside me to walk with.

Shivering in the cold
I was bound to fall ill.
The insensitively brutal weather
Showing no respite whatsoever.
But you sheltered me from it all,
Let me feel nothing at all.

Now years have passed and time is my only enemy.
I close my eyes and recall seeing you by my side endlessly.
I can’t be too sure though, if you were an illusion or a memory
It was so long ago, sometimes I question my sanity.
All truths are ephemeral, expecting otherwise is a futile tendency.
Evanescence is inevitable, nothing lasts for an eternity.


Big mass of energy

Holding tight

Churning around




It’s hard to explain

It just wants to explode

It’s fighting its way out

Surroundings aggravating it.

Can’t swallow nor stop it!

Why is life being so unfair?

When finally the crossroad has been pared

Everything seemed to settle in its perfect places

And right about time something appeared.

It wasn’t unexpected but it had a bad timing.

Don’t be a hurdle I said.

It frowned.

Don’t be a hurdle I requested.

It didn’t listen.

My big mass of energy grew

Paining more this time.

I didn’t wanna fight it but it left me with no choice.

Now here it is,

I will speak

I will say


It will listen

It will understand.

It had its time now it’s mine.

I can decide

For myself.

I believe

There are many unquantifiable things in this world
They are not measurable
They are not supported by facts
They may not even be found again
Yet, I believe in them.
Coincidence or luck or a twist of fate
Everything happens for a reason.

Standing by with a bag to hear a hello from a stranger was coincidence
And getting to hear to black sands with butterflies in my stomach was sheer luck
And the it was the twist of fate which laid me on these tracks of prosperity.
They all worked together, to make my destiny.
Destinies aren’t written, they are made by the human living that life.
A supreme power, is not what I’m denying
There is a creator but what are the next duties
Of that im not sure.

It’s just a matter of time
And whole lot of coincidences which decide the later.
I breathe today I might not tomorrow this depends on my luck.
Or maybe, I will be saved in the hospital to bring a twist.
Like I said before they all work together, to write my destiny.
Destiny is not pre-ordained, it’s written in chapters or in volumes.
There is always a chance to change it as the new chapter hasn’t been written.

If I hadn’t done that I wouldn’t be this
and if I didn’t do this I will not be that.
There are events one after the other.
Events are nothing but coincidences.
Why did he have to wear black the day I wanted to make my final decision? Coincidence
Why was it that what I thought I could never let go was so easy to leave? Luck
Why is that I took a whole u turn on the path I was heading? A twist of faith
You see again? They work together.
Deciding on every step I take, writing my beginning and end
And letting me to embark my journey.
There is always a path to reach finding a way is all it takes.

It isn’t easy to agree to what I say
Nor is it necessary. Yet, I believe in them.
I guess they are unquantifiable for a reason
Because it is different for each dwelling soul.
It’s just right to believe in them and take what comes
And then bend it according to your needs.
Every beginning comes with an end,
What is done after reaching the end
Is what makes destiny!


Is he a serial heart killer or is it just me?
Cause I was swept of my feet within no time.
I was floating in air towards a dream world.
Effortlessly he tamed me to fit in.
I easily gave in cause my mind was fogged.
He reached my heart to hold it.
I gave up on all I thought was the perfect life to reach out to him for him to catch.
I jumped to him from another he but yet I don’t regret one bit.
Its like I was destined to meet.
Like my fate was cleared.
God must have really been in a giving mood cause he gave me a handful.
His existence brings peace.
His presence eases my breathe.
I look up to the sky wishing on stars.
I look up for answers.
I look up to wish.
Just don’t take away what is mine now.
He is mine.

I feel overwhelmed.
This is supposed to be a good feeling,
but It drains out my energy from me.
I feel low then.
Quite opposite to what I should feel. It’s a hard needing.
It’s very hurtful.
Just being becomes so hard den.
Like its not enough.
Like the only thing you want is he and you’ll put everything at stake for it.
Its a need not a want.
Its a greed not a heed.
Its a craze not a haze.
He it is.
He is all.
He. He. He!


I have dreams but I’m not living in a dreamland

I have fantasies but I’m not fantasising

I have imagination but I don’t live in chimera.

All my bubbles have been popped

I’m looking clear through the transparent screen

Screening my ulterior!

I don’t have anything scheduled, booked or planned

I want to build like a game of scrabble

As scrabble doesn’t have dice which will roll to decide my fate.

I’m not  heroic to run against time, so I walk with it

Reaching just in time and always remain close at hand.

In my faith I believe and giving up is not the option I keep

Lists, priority, ranks, superiority I do have

Way up high on the weigh scale hence you lie.

It is not a matter of waking up to know my life has been decided

If it was so, a holy grail is all you would be.

In everything I have placed confidence in,

Is for me to latch onto

And for all the duration all I need you to be is recourse

Because I’m escalading, just hold the ladder tight,

I’m ascending, just meet me on the top floor,

I’m soaring, so  JUST BE.