Monday, 21 April 2014


They know
Her messy hair
Lost eyes
Dry lips
Dirty nails
Worn sneakers 
Mismatched dress
Only, he does know
She's just real.

Wednesday, 9 April 2014


"Please Aarti, Don't go!", Abhay continued to entreat holding her arms tightly while she remained a silent sea staring the empty shore.

"I love you Aarti, I love you",he said squeezing and shaking her arms fiercely.

She blinked her glittering eyes and looked deeper into his eyes and asked,"You said it a thousand time Abhay, but why did i never feel it?"

He freed his hold and stood mortified, with his materialistic lovable belongings laughing at him, watching her go.

He didn't lose his love infact, he realized that his love is money not her.

Saturday, 5 April 2014

An Aisle of Lightness

Darkness in a coward, a reprobate from ages
went through a satanic path.
The truth is hidden in an eye’s cage,
screaming still in a closed state.
Light in a rebel, a ruling artist,
his renowned enemy believes
in his holiness, and thus leaving
in a crucial path.
Perhaps, they’re always one with two faces,
trying to convey what they know
for the rest- a real disguised world.
Accept them, the one will exist..
The Other dwelling within a jiffy of sins;
pounds of strings praising his wins..
Once, they were none for us,
but then we killed us for them.

Co- writer : Rahul Ashok   

Thursday, 3 April 2014

This Season

The sides beside me
are empty
but who says I am alone
just look at the trees

From a tired heart 
my attention gets caught by the season
And I sigh then, smile without any reason

Right left right left, 
she falls in front of me
the leaf,allowing me to admire her journey.
Later, seasons of talking to the sky, 
she has befriended the sand, sea beneath  
See, No ego-body politic in her ever leap.

The grass so green, 
though she has no sign of dust 
to make my eyes glittering,
a lovely blush is enough for me. 
I wish, I can meet and play with her, 
but then the people around her wouldn't seek her
The breeze says that in my ears

the cold wind wailing wrapped in a warm tale
kisses my cheek,plays with my ponytail, 
trying to untangle it so easily
I feel like that's a wonderful bequest this season has
given me.

edited by : Yo! Yo! Rahul Ashok