This World.

This World.

In the world of expensive phones,

In the world of automated drones,

In the world of global warming,

In the world of constant swarming,

Will I find?

What is there in my mind.

Will I find?

A life that is aligned.

Will I find?

Some time to unwind.

In the world of crisis,

In the Era of Nemesis,

Will I get to hear a soulful song?

And a chance to mend, what has been wronged.


Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!

You know what they say,

Don’t behave in a childish way,

You’re not a kid anymore,

These things should’ve been done afore,

You can’t sit like that,

You can’t eat like that,

Don’t you understand?

You’re not a part of that band.

To them, I ask,

Why can’t I still be a child?

Why can’t I explore the wilds?

Why can’t I make mistakes?

Why can’t I keep things at stake?

You cannot take away my liberty,

I don’t accept your surety,

I don’t feel that adulthood is fun,

All they do is run,

 With the age,

Rises the rage,

Walking down the stream,

There’s a suppressed beam.

Their laughter is somewhere lost,

The sunny days have been replaced by the frost.

But, you know what they say, 

You can always relive your childhood days,

You can melt a snow-flake,

You can start-over again,

Living life like child,

It’s never too late to explore the wild.


Indifferent Minds!

Indifferent Minds!

There are some unspoken words ,
There is a whole new different world,
In my mind ,
You would find ,
An unbalanced mixture,
And various other texture,

I know, 

A new day brings new thoughts,
But, the old ones are yet to sought ,
They’re still lying there,
They’re still bothering me,
I’ve to let them free.

Attain some tranquility,
Add a little stability,

Because an empty mind
Is a devil’s home,

Everyone out there shares the same story ,
There’s no difference left anymore.

The Search.

The Search.

I see a face.
I see your face,
There I trace ,
Bits and pieces of myself,
The pieces of my heart,
From where should I start?

You know , people change.
But, everyone I’ve met is strange.
Different in their own say,
A little similar in my way.

Are they really different?
Or are they really like me?
In them ,
Bits and pieces of myself I see.

The search never stops.
The curiosity never drops.
The answer lies at your entrance.
The purpose of your existence.

One Day

One Day

There Would Be A Day ,

When Our Voices Will Be Lost,

There Would Be A Night,

Which Will Take Away The Sight,

But There Comes A Time ,

 When You Will Rhyme,

Turn Into A Poetry ,

Turn Into A Masterpiece.

That Is When You Will Find Yourself ,

Immersed In The Magical World ,

Of Syllables And Words,

Life Will Turn You Into A Poet,

Or You Will Become Someone’s Poetry.

 One Day.


Breaking The Monotony.

Breaking The Monotony.


So Bored, So High,

All I’ve Got To Do Is Sigh,


Thinking About

Those Old Times,

Those Suppressed Cries,

Those Unsung Rhymes,

Pondering Over What Went Wrong?

I Don’t Want To Be A Part Of The Throng.


There’s This Constant Battle,

I Can Hear My Heart Rattle,

Pushing Me Up,

To Do Something Wise,

Because I Have To Rise,

To Lift Those Fellows

Who Have Been All Yellow, 

With Fear, With Pain,

Because I Have Been The Same,

Somewhere It Was Just Me,

Walking In Your Shoes,

And Breathe.

A Fairytale.

A Fairytale.

How can I run away from my past ,
How can I be so fast ,

It’s not easy to forget ,
It’s not easy to melt ,
Images of the snow clad mountains,
Memories of the untold fairy tales.

P.S. : Travelling to Ladakh has been one of the most wonderful experiences that i have.  I cannot  express what I felt in just few words, But for now words all I have to tell you that the place is worthy. Take some time out of your busy schedule and just once visit LEH to rejuvenate. And it’s exactly six months to when I visited that place.