The trappings of my heart Devour me to be A woman who succumbs To her feelings free And in that intensity I question myself About my past, future and present. For all I see is a smokescreen in front And the silhouette of the knight Riding the horse He looks so calm and content To be him Yet I sense a pain within Is he just passing by Or approaching me I do not know and The doubt disturbs me For all I fear I will be hurt a...

The queen of kings Had a heart of gold About her many tales were told Some were true and some were false Did she give a damn? Well when asked she said “B***s” And there goes the rule for all us girls Don’t bother for better or worse Do what your heart desires And remember the fight was worth the scars.

I have lost my God today And can hear my heart cry I have lost myself today and And have to live till I die The moments, memories andintensity are all gone And the demons from past No more haunt Yet today I felt I have lost my God As I evolve I can see A different face and a different me Yet when I look at my eyes and cry The tears seem the same to me So please God please tell me Have I lost you or you lost me?

This is the story of an angel without a halo One day unlike an angel he wallowed What a paradox I am a creature of heaven But now I am in hell and lesser mortals on my heaven dwell If only I could get back my halo I would bring back the smiles And wipe tears away And touch people in my ‘angel way’ As he wallowed aloud The devil heard And thought for a while How the angel had served “just like heaven he served at hell” He...

ITS primal fear, always being overshadowed by its peers and its constant act at moulding and remoulding itself into likeable bits. Everything and just about everything about IT is volatile and malleable in a way that nothing of itself remains in its existence. People see IT and think it reminds them of..mmmm…maybe…that one…or this one…of him…and her...but even the audience is quite unable to put their finger on what it ac...

To be the woman you so desire to be, Your heart will be broken a million times. To be the woman you want to be, Your tears will be hidden beneath those eyes. To feel the woman you so become; Million miles you will tread alone. And to be the story that once be told, Your pain should remain your pride. There is nothing that you can’t walk through Cause God, lives in you.

Was just browsing the net today while I came across “Darwin's little warm pond” the experiment that suggests the details of evolution or how life was formed. Quite an interesting thought and it left me thinking about it for some strange reason or the other. I pondered on the term for a while and random vignettes started coming to me until it was ‘the’ eureka moment. Isn't it that everything for that matter is born out of...

It is difficult coming back to a place where nobody has time for you. School is much better, the sounds too, much pleasant; students buzzing with various activities and humming like a swarm of bees, memorizing lessons, repeating, mumbling, inaudible words they have with so much difficulty memorized in a sequence and with equal effort scribbling it down on the virgin paper.‘Ratoo totaas,’ laughs Vilas.I see some empty seat...

The dust settles on my grave, And to the world I am ‘no more’. Buried deep in the hollows of hell, Where your tears don’t reach anymore. I long for your touch and your words just one more time. The memories of our times spent together A reminder of how ‘dead’ I am And your love fathomless and divine. As these things float to the surface I wish I am forgotten in time. But you drag me back and Keep me alive in your heart an...

Ever noticed when you are sitting inside a train and looking out of the window, first you see the grass, then the trees at a distance and slowly as you start thinking about other things in your mind everything outside becomes a green blur. On and on it continues mesmerizing you with its equivalence.These days my life is like that, a green blur things keep happening, people keep talking and everyday occurrences continue in...

The dreams that we saw Your sweet little flaws The laughter and the tears The silly magnified fears Thankless it seems is everything And the beginning and the end Endless Days together that we spent Thankless it seems is everything From morning till noon The endless chatter And noon to evening Going to friends that matter Thankless it seems is everything For today you are no more Neither am I The love that we had Passed u...

"Hello Taya have you been waiting for me?" Said Stree hugging the tall and elegant Kinnar from behind. Yakha was the third gender. Stree affectionately called him Taya. He/she was both a parent, mentor and bodyguard all rolled into one for Stree. Yaksha was the one who had protected and brought her up like her/his own child and was one of her most loved ‘person on planet earth’ in her own words and everybody around Stree...

While walking by my old homeA grain of sand fell in my eyeAnd as I looked at the crumbling wallsAnd trees growing out of theOnce ‘lived in’ hallsI tried to let the memories pass byAnd my hands moved to rub my eyesMy son asked ‘Isn’t that your old home dadIs that why you cry?'I looked at him and the home that once was mineAnd hugged him and kissed him and wiped my eyesAnd to him I said‘Oh not to worry kiddoit’s just a grai...

THE PASTIn the palace King Karna walks the arched hallways with his ‘sarathi’ and chief confidant and advisor Mani.She (Stree) is a difficult child. Her father already brought much shame by marrying that gypsy woman and left me with the burden of this child. I have forever despised these responsibilities but seems like there is no end to it. I am waiting for the time when Ketu’s sons will grow up and one of them will take...

My life is not simple, it's complicated. My dreams too are unlike yours…vivid yet complicated…and the one in them plural and not singular. If one of them chases my subconscious in my dreams the other too emerges, much like a horse rider from smoke…all of a sudden and the magnificence of that picturesque moment has me spellbound always.Star : born from sorrow, intense brooding and dark, much like his feelings for all thing...