How do I let my wings flap,
When everyone stands ready to snap them off.
How do I admire the beauty of the night,
When my eyes are constantly alert to be saved from being the devil’s delight.
How do i enjoy the rain ,
when I am constantly reminded of drowning in it.
How do i feel good about the clean surroundings,
when I know it is because of the tiny hands working.
How do I appreciate the education system ,
When I know the bank balances win over the capabilities.
How do I understand the tradition and idea of marriage,
When i am aware of the sold brides who are underage.
How do I celebrate a child’s birth,
When I know about the increasing numbers at the orphanage.
How do i see the leftovers in the bins,
When the streets are full of malnourished skins.
How do I support women empowerment,
When I know of the millions who are forced to sell themselves every night.
How do I breath afresh in the warm lemongrass scent,
When I know there’s a hole depleting and going closer to the end.

I do not feel free here!
The true problems are always within and therefore we need to stop covering all the bad by bringing the good in the forefront.
We will be truly free when the fake smiles do not hide heavy hearts, when every human is valued equally and when everything is the same in and out.
Show the bad, work for the bad and bring it out.
Happy independence day!



You are celebrating freedom today and we will be doing the same tomorrow.  But deep down, we both know that we still share the same cage that has imprisoned millions of hearts that remain undivided in spite of the borders and the bombs!

The night of my dreams

The world has so much glory,
But only when it is free from all the agony.
I want a silent night where I’d go on a stroll and observe the beautiful place,
Where hatred and competition doesn’t leave a trace.
When the moon lights up the empty roads, trees provide rest and shelter to the lonely goats.
Where the baby sleeps calmly in the mother’s lap,
And between both’s satisfaction there’s no gap.
Where two lovers meet silently by the side, the flowers and birds bloom aside.
When the tired child sleeps in peace
And every men is at ease.
When there’s no honking on the roads,
no screaming for the odds.
When people are not involved in any fight,
Everything feels so right.
When the vendor doesn’t have to shout,
And no human has to doubt.
This looks like a mirage, like a dream
But your souls will scream
When you know it’s nothing new
It’s the story of every night when the world is at rest and sleeps so tight.
But the night fades and the sun shades the world again
Starting a new game
The world is at rush, the world is at play
Wish there was a further delay
Not the rays of the shining sun, but the calmness of the bright moon give me hope
And shows a world that will cope.
Men has gone so wild and savage,
Only a night can calm the inner rage.


Amidst the complex chaos

If we could only not hide but say,
There would be a perfect match of what you want and what they give.
Not leave but stay,
Goodbyes wouldn’t be so hard.
Not only laugh but cry,
People would feel it’s okay to express themselves.
Not react but respond,
There would be lesser chaos
Not judge but understand,
There would be less people dying of depression and anxiety.
Not hear but listen,
There would be lesser broken relationships.
Not lie but trust
Happiness would prevail
The world would be a better, happier place with all the simple acts of kindness
No matter how dark a night is, the sun will always rise next morning. It is only hope that keeps us all going.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to work towards steps to fulfill those hopes
All it takes is the simplification of ways by which we lead our lives


The loss

There is no greater loss than the loss of a human.
You love a person, or hate them. You are fond of them or irritated by them. All of it matters only till you are together. Once the person is gone, you miss even the stupidest things about them. And the tragedy is, they don’t seem stupid anymore. The worst thing you can do a to a person is taking them for granted. The worst mistake you can do in your life is not knowing someone’s worth. The love, hatred, joy, friendship, relationship or the bond. All of it exists only till the person does. The person’s talks turn into echoes that fill your ears, the blur sight you try to visualise turns into your tears, their habits turn into your memories, their things and belongings remind you of incidents with them and their laugh turns into something you will forever miss. It is strange how suddenly one day, the person is gone forever and all you had to tell them, all you had to do with them or all the time you had to spend with them becomes just a wish and how you feel you had done that earlier. All of it turns into regrets now
So let go off all the chaos and value each person from your heart.
Because no matter, what bad a person does, it is never enough to justify their lifetime absence.

PS: my grandparents will always hold the warmest corner of my heart.


The Tricolor’s bright dawn

God couldn’t be everywhere
So he sent someone on his behalf
Someone who chose to be on the border,and did not bother
Being on borders of the city
Considering it their duty
The city which defines beauty and proves our identity
The city they wanted to take away
For which they found new evil way
But we will guard, we will stay.
They ask why it belongs to us,
For when the city is in our hands,
The white color covering the land will always be snow
And never be the ashes of people burnt
They will never know
Its our temple, its our land
Our god would never ask for slaughtered animals
But will cut himself
For the sake of motherland
The city will be safe
Being converged in orange,white and green
The city will be ours as it has always been.

P.S “write hard and clean about what hurts


The unheard essentials -1

Hello readers, I am now starting with my volume of nanotales. The volume is titled as “The unheard essentials.” Your feedback for this new start is much awaited and appreciated.

Here is the first one from the collection:

They wanted their first child’s birth to be in a hospital near Taj as Taj was the place they first met. The first cry of their baby became the last followed by a gunshot sound. Unfortunately, the date was 26/11.