Category Archives: poetry

Living by the norms

We’ll send in you in extracurricular classes when you’re young

Because we want to know what are you’re good at

Not so that you can improve and may find your field of excellence

But because we want something

To flaunt to the people about you

Do it your heart out, till you can

That’s the only permitted time

When you can be yourself

Build your dreams, build your path

But begin your journey only after

You’ve been what we want you to be

And you’re too old to catch the stars you’ve been aiming at

It’s not for you, you’re careless

Don’t go out, go out seeing places

And God never ever with your friends

Because it isn’t safe, you’re a flower child and they’re fire

We don’t trust our upbringing

You can’t make out what’s right and wrong

But Oh yes! You can go abroad looking for jobs

Because that’s amazing beta

The world outside the home ain’t for you

Unless you’re making money

It’s fine if your brother drinks

He’s responsible.

We’ll teach you what it tastes like,

Abide you from it the moment you

Start liking it

Love your hobbies, be creative

But, wait no be an engineer beta

Because there are few who succeed

and you’re definitely a loser

Study, get a job marry an unknown we find appropriate

And thank us for our warm and tender

Efforts in raising you and fulfilling your dreams

That was secretly ours

Because we’ve to worry what the people will think

Doesn’t matter what you want

Do what seems right to the crowd

Artists, singers, photographers and what not

Are all disgraceful professions

Because we’ve never seen one arise from people around us

So beta don’t be disgraceful

You’re a loser enough to aim for these

But for IAS, UPSC, beta you’re a star

A deep cellar

A deep cellar
An underground storage
Dusty , old, dark

Lights shining, peeping on the arch
Creeky wooden floors
Crooked wooden doors
Smell of old sheets lying on the furniture
Floor lit up near the window
Dark everywhere else
A vintage candelabrum
A broken chandelier
Some crystals hardly hanging
In the sunlight, swinging and twinkling
A soft tune on the piano
Fingerprints on the dusty keys
In the corner, a childhood memory
A cycle, now with wrecked wheels
Fingers graze, along the blue couch
Eyes on the seats, memories in a blur
All the happy times together
This couch alone , in the mind has stir
Often a getaway to the past

Is a deep cellar
An underground storage
Dusty, old, dark

Winters in words

Breezy  cold mornings, with the dull sunshine

Hot dark strong coffee in the favorite mug of mine

Dew on the grass, like a sheet of pearls

Fog through the window, sweeps in and twirls

Bed scattered with over-sized blankets, pillows and us

Snuggling in the blankets, sipping our coffee

Continue reading Winters in words

I dream 

On some days, I dream of the mountains

Other days,a stroll deep into the woods

I dream of how will it  feel

To leave everything behind

And let my little heart heal

From all the chaos and hatred

Of this big huge world.

The sun, the trees and stars

Can alone heal all my scars

What do people do at expensive spas?

Haven’t they ever seen

A night sky filled with twinkling stars?

I dream of being on the top

Of the highest peak ,

Rather than rolling over in dollar bills.

How can you compare

The printed piece of paper ,

With the serene nature’s chills?

 I dream of witnessing,

The animals in the wild up close

Rather than skyscrapers in the city

Taller than the previous one, they rose.