The free bird that I’m

I lack the stoicism when my flight gets controlled

My uncontrolled movements pierce some hearts

Powerless they try to deprive me of this freedom

Their efforts go in vain

New day new flights

The irrepressible zeal I possess



I want tranquility..

I want the fresh air to cuddle me, making me skip a beat..

The touch which would be the purest..

I want to be realized who I am ..

In the lap of nature I might discover my lost soul..



It’s too easy to spread hatred among people. Everyone is ready to see others getting brutally killed, to see the bloodshed of innocent people. Is it due to illiteracy? No, because I have witnessed the highly qualified people letting this seed of hatred to sprout. It’s always the politicians and the terrorists who join hands to establish their supremacy, but the ones who always suffer are the normal people. This is not going to end till people all over the world unite and understand that they all are same, and are getting manipulated by a few who practice divide and rule. When will people gain wisdom to get rid of hegemony. I am an Indian, but I don’t hate Pakistan because I know there are people who are like us who want freedom and peace. Why due to the brutal acts of a few are we making them suffer. I don’t know where this all is going to end.


Never ending needs..

How hard can money make life? Our relationship with money is quite ambiguous. On the one side it fulfills our needs and on the other side it encourages never satiating demands. So, the whole world is in one race, the pursuit of money. I wonder how beautiful life was earlier as there was no money. People felt content. They didn’t know about anything else than their small world. The only thing that they desired was love, and food to survive. How simplistic life they were living! The advent of money has engulfed everyone in its blindfold. Where ever I see, I can find only one cause behind every deceit, betrayal, crime and misdeed. People are killing each other, betraying each other just for money. All the relations are fading and the only thing that is unprecedently glittering in everyone’s eye is money. The time that humans used to spend with each other is now spent in accumulation of wealth. This urge to become richer will someday burn the whole world.


Irredeemable loss

Dear Grandma,

It’s been five years since I lost you forever. We all knew this was an irredeemable loss which will have a resounding affect on our lives. Till date the wounds are fresh and resonate the same question in our minds, “why God took a great soul like you away from us?” You always gave me strength, you always inculcated positivity in my life. No one can ever fill the void created by your absence. The selfless love that you showered around can not be retrieved. I know your memories will always make me feel your presence, but I want to have a sigh of relief in your lap, I want to savour your food, I want to tease you, I want to relive all those moments with you..


Bitter coldness

The pervasive coldness

Withers my heart

Time and again

The efforts go in vain

Faces change

Intensifying my rage

Till when will the masks last

Till when will the notes work

Cause my heart ain’t gonna heal

The different wounds with same notes


Irredeemable loss

Today while delivering lecture on plagiarism, I realised how overdependant we are on technology. There is not even a single query that we try to resolve on our own. To rescue ourselves, we never even realise that we have brain at our side which can unravel any puzzle. Our academic skills are gravely deteriorating, we can’t even write a single piece of paper without taking any sort of help from internet. The analytical skills that humans have possessed from the aboriginal times and that have helped them to evolve are now seldom in usage. No one is realising the importance of creative writing skills. If this trend continues, soon there will be no writings which could help us to escape from this world and to transcend the domain of matter. Our soul will starve for food. We will be bereft of the artists who reflect the complexities of an age in a very subtle manner..