“In the depths of a broken heart, these are the cries that are lost!!”

Don’t want to be sad anymore
Can’t be sad no more
But this sadness creeps into me
From nowhere to everywhere
Like slithering snake in a desert
Scaly dry with venomous cry
Devouring me inside out
Covering me up in tarry slime
With my voice lost in void…

To Maya, With Love!!

How much time does it take for a thought to manifest?!
A second, a minute, maybe an year??”

I used to be a boorish man with a thick mane
With a chiseled torso and strong calves
I used to make a living out of killing.
Killing men, killing women,
Doesn’t matter, until I get paid
No wonder, everyday was dark and cold!

Then I met you, your laughs and your tears.
We became friends, turning into lovers
Later we became one, a sole soul!
Your presence meant every thing to me.
Making me leave my old life and start anew.
From then on, everyday was sunshine!!

Though I left malice, it didn’t leave me.
Her fangs dug into your heart (my heart)
Claiming your life
For sins I’ve done.
Driven by tremendous grief, I swore revenge.
Picking back those long left blades and striking senselessly into their hearts.

I went berserk till the divine punishment pierced me too, rendering my body numb.
As I fell, time stopped moving
And thoughts about you started playing
Every moment from our meeting till your parting
Those smiles, those smokes, those fights and those tears!!
As I hit the ground, life left this body to get back to you and giving me my answer.

“How much time does it take for a thought to manifest?
Perhaps, less than a moment…”


Time is a never-ending flow.
A dimension always rushing forward.
Sometimes, I wish I can revert it back
So, I can see your smile
And feel your scent.
But, what is a human in front of God?!
A miniscule nobody!
A slave to the circumstances
Drowning in the sands of time!
I wish I can be strong.
But Alas! Even the mightiest of men, cannot wrestle the hands of a ticking clock...


I’m a doll
Just call me a puppet
Dancing to the tunes of world
Never ever listening to self, even when old
I swim this ocean pulled by strings of gold
But, what of gold? I CAN’T BE FREE
Muscles aching and still dancing
Why can’t I stop, just breathe and let go??
Oh, I forget!

I’m a doll.
Just call me a puppet