The Bad Person

Evil Inside
Knowledge of it
Hidden under many dainty veils
Of kindness,
Of compassion,
Of meekness,
Of en-lighted thoughts.

Mask of earnestness,
Applauded  by multitude,
Turns a delusion into reality,

But doors with many locks,
Sealed with a curse,
Will also be opened.

Skeletons tumble out of the cupboards,
Laying bare,
Mortal remains of immortal sins.

Evil inside
Knowledge of it
Stares in the face.


January 25, 2014 at 8:41 pm 1 comment

A fairy tale love story

Fire and Ice

Long ago (not so long ago, an year before)
And far away (not so far either, in this age of shrinking worlds)
A fireball married an iceberg.

Many thought they were courting disaster,
Being so different from each other.
And, In those moments,
When ground feels like slipping under,
They feared the same.

She had grown dreaming of a fireball,
With smouldering embers,
Unlike her blazing flames.
And he had imagined a petite snow woman,
Only about a hundred meters,
Above water.

Yet, they thrived.
She could hold on to him,
His chill could not get to her.
He could appreciate her flames and its fury,
Her fire will not burn him over.

It must be noted though,
A tenth of his visible tenth melted under her warmth,
And fell as snow on her burning core.

And they lived happily ever after.

May 5, 2013 at 2:57 pm 3 comments


Noises merge into songs,
Jagged edges smooth into rolling stones,
Panicky jerks settle into rhythmic dance.
Love, is it ?

April 26, 2012 at 2:21 pm 2 comments


It is all right,
If you can not come to the seaside.
The sun may be scorching,
And the waters could reflect the blinding rays,
Or a storm might brew in the skies.

I will walk naked in the breeze,
Find a sea shell waves left as a present.
Catch an evening orange ray mid flight,
And the ambient roar of tranquil sea,
Perfume with salty smell of winds,
Scribble in ancient tongues of the sea,
Stories frothing waves did tell.

Hence, will bring the sea to you.

March 26, 2011 at 11:31 am 4 comments

How to make paper planes ?

Take a dream from your heart,
Color it with crayons of childhood imagination,
Breathe it into a poem,
Catch it on a page of the writing pad,
With butterflies on its cover.

Slowly tear the page,
And fold into a plane,
Blow a lungful of air into its tail,
And throw it, onto the winds.

Some will fly to faraway lands,
Some will nose dive into the rocks.
But one may travel into the clouds,
And come back to you,
Stealing fragrances from the north wind.

Take another dream,
Make another plane.

January 12, 2011 at 2:10 pm 14 comments

A day in the Office

I scampered through the planner,
The monthly Project status,
Work on our list,
Milestones to reach and pass by,
All running through the mind,
Like school children at recess.

A report is to be made.
Highlighting our accomplishments,
Painting the failings in favorable tones
And concealing the blunders,
Under the carpet floor.

Thinking up a careful draft,
With delicate play of words.
I picked my pen,
And instead wrote a poem.

December 15, 2010 at 9:12 am 6 comments

Earth Spirits

Earth Spirit
Earth bound spirits,
Nourish sleeping seeds,
Till their hibernation concludes,

And a sojourn with light is nigh.

Lighter in spirit,
Easier to soar.

Whisper a love note to the breeze,
Pass it on to the sun.
For the light and the warmth.

The dusk descends in its time,
And then night.
Earth receive what is its,
A promise fulfilled.

Earth bound spirits,
Nourish sleeping seeds,
Till their hibernation concludes.

December 11, 2010 at 1:16 pm Leave a comment

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