Time Traveller

Jived hearts, Losing in trance ,

If you could go back in time will you change anything ?

How long could a hate hold on ?

Till  you couldn’t even spare a glance,

Where day goes in feeling the entire world on our shoulders,

Night goes in the realisation, that the world was spinning for someone else sake .

Creases lay unstreached,

Insecurities screaming from behind the fragile wall,

One step at a time, playing by the rules , peeling the layers, unburdening the wounds of time ,

Assuring the lingering won’t have another victim ever,

Closing doors,

There are things which makes us feel trapped,

Fragrance lingers for a while,

As parallel worlds are hard to find.



Wish !!

Let the night fade with darkness,

Standing at the same place,

Imbibe in the warmth of a winter morning,

Live as though you have never been broken,

Stop struggling to coherently express yourself.

Still wonder how things are at fault,

And we are never the same ,

At one point in time, we were the lucky ones,

At one point in time, we beat the odds,

But this is the way we are going to be,

Between your fragments , find the path

Feel in sync with your surroundings,

Crave for yourself,

Fall back in that extraordinary,

Rediscover, embrace and then see how you rock your sky.


Change: tried me yet ?

Dazed minds, Broken phones, Fractured souls,

Learning to embrace the loss,

Understanding the illusion of control,

And our ability to adapt and survive,

Laughing mirthlessly again at this imagination ,

Moving away from the din ,

Somewhere under the rubble ,

Crossing hundred alleyways,

Not realising when we got distant from people.

And as scary as this change is ,

And as terrifying it is to think,

Having absolutely no idea , 

What you will be ,

Even scarier to think, that this will be you, 

No matter where you go or whom you meet,

Within the galaxies of your own self,

From now on only your reflection will change.


Somewhere, Someone.

An old memory of Summer evening,
Shadows left by the picture frames,
A mixture of tragedy and comfort,
Sulking over love in her heart,
Hope in her mind,
Life in her hands,
And death on the trolls.
Having control over her own space,
Where someones presence has to be better than her solitude.
Reckoning, how often the timing had been wrong,
Albeit her heart still skipping a beat.
Is it still the same or everything seems so far away,
Yet a combination of sensitive and savage,
How often nothing makes sense
As once in a while strong people still need their hands to be held.

It’s been a while !

A cup of steaming hot coffee , images_1501843401775

In the middle of the night.

It tastes bitter ,

Just like your thoughts right now,

Are you still thinking about that one situation ,

Or the last nights dream which is the reason you are wide awake ,

But how can you calm down?

When it’s been a while you have been in touch with your life,

Which is playing the way it wanted , and we are dancing to it’s beats incessantly.

And with the remnants ,you are challenging life once again tonight,

With the savior in your hand and the fusses altogether,

Let us play again,

And let me win you over coffee this time,

Because it’s already been a while.

Loud Silence

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of incredibility, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness , it was the winter of despair.
When she realised she wasn’t a victim of fate , she kept telling herself : she was running her own risks, pushing beyond her own limits, experiencing things which one day , in the tedium of old age she would remember almost with nostalgia – however absurd that might seem .

When she felt so broken that she can’t see herself becoming a whole again . Have you ever felt that ? Like one moment it was all perfect, the perfect love story , the perfect friends, the perfect family but slowly they all seem to drift away . 

Weren’t  these things that were supposed to stay forever? Then what went wrong ? Are certain things lost forever ? With the loud silence in her mind she kept on moving !!  



Too broke to handle myself ,

Too strong for someone else ,

Too weak for another ,

Always hoping for something good ,

But never knows what to do .

Scared of finding your own self ,

Still trying to paint life with different experiences .

Not ready for small changes ,

Hoping everything would be perfect .

Struggling for becoming the best ,

Never giving up for any reason ,

Never overcoming her fears ,

Always thinking of something unusual ,

” Running behind a train , trying to catch a flight ”

But never stopping daydreaming .