If the night were day

If the night were day
Who would be the stars
Us or our infinite gazes
That search unfathomable dreams…?

In every other second
That I hope you would say
Something to touch my soul
You take away
A greater part of me
Into the valley of unknown
Lurking in the deep
Shattered…or perhaps torn

So I find magic in eyes
That never look at me
Or hide away when I search
A connection, a key
And turn away to look
Or embrace this me
A part of me I cannot give
And yet isn’t mine
To keep.


Love Somebody

What do you preach? And why?

Has love lost its charm. Or is it just charm that’s left behind.

The true essence of love is in loving with our true selves. Loving as if it’s the last chance. Loving, not to gain something but give everything.
And perhaps that’s where we lose.
We lose in the fight for equality.
We lose in the fake promises of forever.
We lose in the pity we see in our eyes for who we could have been. And who we now are.
Even though that’s who we wanted to be.

So should I love even though it’s not the same anymore. Should I love even though it’s not worth its hope.

Should I love just because there isn’t any option. Or wait till all pass by.

What is love, first let me know. And then ask me for more.
What is love, first discover in you
And then show me too.

Show me who I am when I choose not to be me. Show me who I am when I choose to sleep in my own arms.

Because sometimes, love doesn’t need a carrier. Love isn’t a disease.

Love doesn’t need to be someone. It can always be something.

Because love; it isn’t what we seek. We seek a companion.

The day we look for love, and only love, we will find it in ourselves, always waiting to be discovered, always waiting to be embraced.

Dreamers are the saviours of the world

An empty canvas

A blank sheet

A bleeding brush

A heart to heal


A deserted street

Amidst the chaos of life

A silent night

waiting to thrive


Oblivious to crowds

enraged to fight

dreamers are slaves

but to the pen’s might


As the ink pierces

across the lines

sketching a world

of it own ryhme


In the shackles of thoughts

a rambunctious mind

in a parallel world

The saviours of time…



Purpose and priorities…

As I take a yet another step in life, with 14 years of school gone by like a mere glimpse of future, let us reflect on the true purposes and priorities in life and what it means to be who we think we can…
And someday, just maybe someday, we will find the true purpose of life. Of being who we dreamt and of becoming who we can.


Why do we give up on dreams so soon?
Why can’t we stop and wait and think and let go of time for a bit?


Maybe it’s not easy to stop so soon. Maybe it’s not easy to stop at all.


It’s rather, easier to regret. It’s easier to lament.
It’s easier to go forth and speak about unfulfilled dreams and talent and fantasies that were just a step away from reality.


How difficult is it to breach the barrier?


Maybe we are not what we now seek.
We are what we always wanted to be.


Why is this world not a better place I ask? I ask, why do I need to wait before I can live the infinities I visualise? When will I get that one chance?


Maybe never. Or if I tried, just once,  I could be what it takes to reach the pinnacle of success with a small dream and a large will.


Can I step forth and commence this journey?  Can I be as courageous as poets who have given generations words to live for and themselves, a life of words?


Yes, we are one in a million. And it’s not because not everyone has the courage to follow their dreams but rather because not everyone has the ability to dream larger than life will ever serve to any one of us.


They say become bigger than your dreams. I’ll say become bigger than your will. Become bigger than your courage. Become bigger than those mere dos and don’t’s.


Everyone’s on the same stand. Everyone’s home is the mother’s lap.
But how many can dare to leave it and let go of the inhibitions that so trap?


How many can pledge to come back, a better person?
How many can let go?
How many can dare to again come back?
How many can dream hard and work harder?
How many can believe that losing is the better part of winning?
And how many can cherish every failure as a new victory?


For those who can, can live through any storm and face any battle.
And those who can’t,  will always have something better than the rest. The power to regret.


So will they ever meet- Priorities and purpose?

Beneath sanity, beyond oblivion…

You thought you saw me all

But there are shadows still in the dark

Tracing back to a void

That’s never really empty

And never torn apart

But still a part of me

That is hard to reveal,

Harder to hide

And so we land up

On the same pages 

Our broken hearts

Laid bare in ink

Of this parched world

We are stories we live

And words we share

But also those that were never

Spoken or reflected 

In eyes that saw dreams 

We are each a part

Of an infinite maze

Trapping ourselves 

In our own depth 

We aren’t a mystery 

Or lost destinations

We are simply 

A different path

Often deserted enough 

To be labelled danger

And in our soul

Lies our body

And in our heart

A poem called life

And a life called dream…

Dreaming and dancing…

Today, I can proudly proclaim myself as a trained dancer. The memorable journey from a passion to graduation comes to a finale today, as I received my graduation certificate in Dance. This is for all the years I gave to dance, and for the all the years dance has now given me….

Love comes in various forms, various shapes, various words, various sights. It’s not one explainable, distinguishable facet of life. 

And yet every time it’s just the same, under different names, casting the same shadows.

Sometimes it keeps us up because of the words that create it’s world. Sometimes, because of the moves that create it’s dance. Tonight was one such night. 

The rythm of the night and the beats of its melancholy still reverberate in my heart. And this time, it’s harder than any song could stir. It’s never about the songs actually. It’s about the souls singing it. 

We danced and fell and laughed and shrieked. The whole world seemed to groove with us in those miniscule moments of joy. The adreline rush is greater than a mountain climb or a horror film. It’s the syncing of the sorrows of the mind with the pleasure of the heart, forgiveness in a moment of trance and love in a moment lost in the ticking of the clock. 

Indeed, there is no measure of time on my tips. I keep forgetting the days and dates. Tonight. 

And probably all nights that I remember this one. 

I know today what it means to move like jagger. Today, I cherished those cheap thrills. Dancing till there was no more strength to smile. The strength to dance was lost long time ago. 

To lose ourselves into the oblivion we probably need to know what it really is. It isn’t away from reality. It isn’t the antonym of sanity. It’s a part of it, hidden in the depths of our own mind, places that we confuse with the heart. It’s the little things that give satisfaction and the pleasure in knowing that you never have the time to spare for those.

Because in those moments, time stops for us, let’s us enjoy its flavours and makes us realise that sometimes getting lost is the best way to stammering words and gaining them all over again. Of losing time and finding it in flow with us again.

Of feeling a smile without carving one. 

Of giving a love that can’t be gained and getting a love that can’t be lost.

Lyrics that can’t be sung and words that can’t be written. 

Only a dance to live. 

Only a life to dance.
10 years of dancing, yes that’s what it does to you. 

Lyrics of time 

​Sing me the song that u wrote 

The other day
In the aloofness that surrounds
Amidst the chaos of life

Sing me the lyrics
I thought would be mine
When I lost you
And found myself instead

Sing me the love
You have so often spoken of
And only spoken of
As I silently yearn for it 

Sing me your heart
That you have always hidden
Unearthed in the shallow
depths of time

Sing me, but the sorrows
That have thus kept us apart
And yet tied within 
the infinty of heart…