Thursday, November 2, 2017

The Heartbreak Town

Welcome to the heartbreak town,
Leave your loving heart behind,
Leave your humane soul behind,
This is the heartbreak town,
Only the soulless survive…

Swipe the gold card and enter the glam,
Don’t get dazzled by the shinning stream,
Flow with the stream of trance,
As the tide will take you into the oblivion,
Where time is a constant spectator…

Faces are to deceive and masks to hide,
Truth is a mirage and the lies are real,
The smiles are fake and greed is the motive,
Trust is blasphemous in the town so gloomy…

No strings and no commitment,
Break and be broken,
Cheat and get cheated,
Rob and get robbed,
Traps are laid for the weak to fall,
The strong will prey upon the fallen…

Plan your moves, play with the tune,
Chain your mind and silence your thoughts,
The shining light and intoxicating fumes,
It will hide you from the pain of truth…

Shrewd will set the path ahead,
Schemers will set the rules for the town,
The weight of cash will rule the moves,
The rule of the town is to play the dice,
The law of the town is to slay the weak…

Love is an illusion in this town,
Only the naïve could fall into the abyss,
Where the fallen are left to wander alone…

But in the blinded town,
There were two souls,
Unique and fearless,
Apart from the madding crowd,
Thinking beyond the hollow lanes,
Dreaming for a whole a new world…

Wandering in the chaos of greed,
Sickened by the lies and loss,
They met on the corner of a darkened street…

Their sparkling eyes illuminated the corner,
Reflecting the love and truth inside,
Slowly holding their hands together,
Kissing the pain last good bye,
They vowed to leave the town behind…

In a search for a new town,
In search for a new horizon,
In search for a new life,
Where love was unchained and hearts set free,
They took the path of love and redemption…

Friday, June 30, 2017

The Green

In the middle of grey iron jungle,
Stood a tree, tall and high.
Embracing the sky and holding the earth,
It was standing tall against the time.

Now the air, so dense and dark,
Lives turned, grey and shallow,
Sun and moon covered in soot,
As the glimmer of green witnessed the sham.

In the glory of past,
When the sky was blue and water pure,
The green was life and earth vital,
The air was spirited and the wind was brave,
The tree had shaded the dreams of thousands …

Now the green was sinking into the present,
As the past traveled, far and fast…

The falling leaves are slowly withering in memories,
The shivering trunks waved at the sky for one last time,
As the feet was uprooted by the time and space … 

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

A Dream

It all started with a dream,
Two unknown souls sharing one dream,
Uniting them in the moment of life,
The sand of time was flowing into them…

The stars and moon lighting their soul,
The streaks of light spreading the colors of love,
Elevating them higher into the space of truth,
Guided by the spirit of the universe,
Embraced by the warmth of innocence,
The dream weaved the tale of a lifetime…

Away from the long shadows of their past,
Leaving behind the path of gloom,
Beyond the narrow lanes of hatred,
Far from the darkened streets of pain,
A path to happiness was being paved in…

Glowing with the radiance inside,
Holding onto selfless trust and hope,
They were flowing into themselves,
United in a dream called love…

Tuesday, September 20, 2016


AL: “The times are pretty much changing…”

IEN: “Yep, it is. It has become more complicated when it ought to have been happy and simple”

AL: “Technology was meant to bridge the distance between people, but sadly they have built the wall higher than ever.”

IEN: “Hmm…but it isn’t fair to blame the tech, its people who are not up to it or evolved enough to use it wisely…”

AL: “I agree, I mean how, many people have a serious conversation on life, its beauty or just enjoy a beautiful dawn. If at all they indulge in, it’s a momentary slip from a plugged life.”

“The novelty of a true relationship is drowning. If a mother wants to know what’s going on with her kids, she must check his or her social media status and funny thing is when you call it social media, don’t you think it’s quite ironic?”

IEN: “Yes, worth a thought. But then think about the other side of the coin. With a click you could connect with your loved ones, virtually join them in joy and pain. Comfort them, adore them…”

AL: “Or curse them…”

“Yes, that’s the positive side of it, but then don’t you think people who are less sensible tend to use it as a means to spread hatred and violence. Waste precious moments in life to seep in the seeds of division and war. Spreading misinformation and creating chaos…”

IEN: “Well, that’s the sad part of being human. They are programmed to be unstable and chaotic.”

Both AL and IEN nodded in affirmative… 

Friday, August 19, 2016


In a rainy evening with the company of million tiny drops,
The canvas of life slowly stroked the memories…

Holding her hand in the drizzle, castle of dreams were raised.
Promises for a lifetime and beyond etched inside.
The tiny drops of love brushing her eyebrows and slowly dripping onto her lips.

Steps taken together, leaving behind all the trails of grey,
Breathing in the warmth of ecstasy,
Words dissolving in the passion of the moment,
Sky embracing the solemn strings of togetherness,
The beat of love was raised inside as their soul united…

The drops were sunk with the malt in his glass,
Waving the glass to the sky, he sipped slowly in the drip…

Sunday, July 24, 2016


Everyone needs somebody,

In the highs and low,

In the dreams and reality,

In the pain and joy,

In the sweat and sweet,

In the warmth and cold,

In the fight and peace,

In the anger and calmness,

In the hope and lessens,

In the doubt and solutions,

In the ride and stay,

In the wide and narrow,

In the grey and white,

In the glory and censure,

In the loss and win,

In the whims and whispers,

In this counted life,

Loving for that somebody,

Living for that somebody,

And dying for that somebody…

Friday, July 8, 2016


Just forget the past and future for a moment,
Let’s be together and live in this moment…

Far from the crowd and noise,
Away from the narrow lanes and narrow souls,
Breaking the rules of divide,
Breaking the barrier of hatred,
Waving the hands of togetherness,
Holding the hope of oneness…

Lost in the wilderness of nature,
Forgetting our self,
Dissolving together in the moment,
Flying together with the wind,
Dancing together with the drops of rain,
Flowing with the tides of love,
Glowing with stars of passion,
Playing with shades and shadows of memories,
Let’s make this moment forever…

Wednesday, July 6, 2016


The night was long and cold,
Lying on the wet mud he could see flaming stars,
The blanket of red clouds covered the sky,
As the rain pierced in, like sharpened knives…

Slowly drowning in the waters of memories,
Hands pulled him up and threw up…

Flying now among the clouds,
Light passed through his veins,
Sieving into his eyes…

A twirling asteroid hit the light,
Scattered in the vacuum,
He was floating among the speckles,

Traveling far and fast into the woods,
The white leaves held him in their palm,
Slowly letting him down to the ground…

Whispering winds of lullaby,
The warmth of love,
Guiding him into sleep again…

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

The Street

It was a cloudy evening. The clock had struck Five and everyone was rushing back.
On the corner of the street, a large gathering was shouting and screaming. 

“Beat that bloody scoundrel…” a well-dressed guy in his late twenties was screaming. He was feeling a sense of supremacy. The master locked deep inside him had broken the shackles and woken up. From the slave act in the house and office, he was now the master of the moment. Lot of young lads echoed with him. One lad from the group came rushing to the man and struck him hard with his fist. 

“Well done. He deserved it…” a young lady applauded. Her friends beside her was comforting her. The lady was wearing very plush attire with loud make up. She was feeling a deep satisfaction inside. A momentary relief from her frustrated marriage life, which was fabricated in the balance of economics. 

The lad who was beating the guy was pulsating with pride. Deep inside he felt a sense of accomplishment which he couldn’t achieve in his twenty years. Twenty years of wasted life had now a greater meaning. He thought to himself. His friends was egging him for more…

In the group there were some young teenage girls who were giggling and whispering to each other. Lost in the voice of the crowd they were watching the event like a comic circus. A temporary escape from the torture hollow books and teachers. An event to brag about with their friends during the recess…

At the other end of the street a policeman was chewing tobacco. A passerby asked him to just look into the matter. Spitting the tobacco, he said to him, “Let the people sort it out. My shift if going to end. Let the other guy handle the matter.” The policeman had a really good outing with cash stacked in from a builder to handle the slum dwellers. 

The blood was dripping and his eyes had soared. He was an old man lying in his ground. 
“He tried to molest me. I was coming out the parlor and this guy from behind…” the lady was talking to the ground.
“Bloody old fucking troll…” the well-dressed guy said. 

Into the crowd an old lady came running. In her hands were some medicines. She was crying heavily. 
“Where my dear, where is he…” she said in broken voice. “Oh dear lord, what happened to you…”
She took her handkerchief and cleaned his bruise. “Who did this to you dear?” 
He was smiling when he saw her…

Everyone was silenced for a moment. For a moment. 

Then the young lady spoke. “You know what your bloody old husband did? He tried to abuse me”.
“Oh yes” echoed the crowd.
The old lady wiping the wound and holding her husband looked straight into the eyes of the lady.
“Abused. Do you know the meaning of abuse…?” 
The young lady deep inside truly knew the meaning of abuse and in contract of marriage the abuse is replaced by the word “compromise”.
“We had lost our daughter. She would have been exactly your age. Bubbly smart girl, but never like you, because she had heart of an angel. And angel took away from us…”

Suddenly the rain came pouring as the feeble crowd dissolved in the drops of reality...

The old lady held the hands of her husband, and got up. They slowly walked together into the oblivion. Never again the street saw them again…

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

The Bus

The Journey begins…

The turns and straights,

The high and low,

The bumps and dips,

The red and green,

The noise and silence,

The chat and monologue,

The stop and start,

The bright and dark,

The wind and vacuum,

The cash and debt,

The fight and peace,

The love and hate,

The desperate and laid,

The weak and kind,

The self and selfless,

Diverse lives, diverse paths,

The bus unites them all in the journey…

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

The Last Warrior

The red is dripping on the white snow,
As the wounded warrior lifted himself up,
Leaving the battle of dead and wounded…

When he was holding the shining blade,
He had seen the glory and gory of war,
He had seen the real and fake,
He had seen the heights of fame and fall,
He had seen the riots of poor and powerful,
He had seen the lies and truce of lives…

Riding the fleet of steeds,
He was the slave and the master,
He was the smoke and fire,
He was the dream and the nightmare,
He was the rage and calm inside,
He was the swinging high and low of time…

Now the time was dragging between life and death,
The last conquest had broken his shinning blade,
And beneath the armor his soul was bleeding…

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Trance & Love

Down the darkened lane an amber glows,
And the grey shades turn into vivid ecstasy,
While the time slides into trance…

Heart pulses your brain,
Moments turn into vibrant images,
Strokes of beauty dissolves the darkened lanes…

Drops of rain sieves into the soul,
And the soul ignites passion,
Passion fires the latent spirits…

In the union of spirits,
Two twine in one flame,
And a new hope ignite…

In the trance light suddenly flickers,
And the thunder storm rises,
Extinguishing the blaze,
As the moment slowly vanish,
And the darkness creeps in…

The images bleed in the strokes of night,
Engulfed in long shadows,
Lives thrown into the wild tides,
The boat of hope wrecks in two,

As the time broke the trance…

Wednesday, April 27, 2016


Keep your head low,
Follow the straight line,
Walk in mechanic unison…

Follow the blinding rules,
Fear the wrath of power,
Lick the slimy green,
Listen to the veiled parson,
Bow before the cold dummies…

Sink in the materialistic delusion,
Travel in the shaded cart of lies,
Drink the ferment of fame,
Doze off in the illusion…

Hide from the light of truth,
Shade in the glory of ignorance,
Riot in the darkness of hatred,
Revolt against the change,
Rage against the time...

You are normal,
Bound in your cages,
Bound in your fear,
Living in fear,
Living for death,
You live and die normal…

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

The Pathfinder

The school bell rang, as he rushed towards his class. The Class-teacher was waiting in the corridor with a big grumpy face and looking at her watch. She shouted,” You are late again…Why cannot you come on time.”

The boy was sweating and panting heavily. Once he caught his breath, he replied,” Sorry Mam, there was a traffic block…”

The teacher interrupted, “Excuses, you are full of excuses. When your grades are low, you have a bag full of excuses. Your head is stuffed with excuses and no brain…Now get inside the classroom.”

The prayer bell rang and like a long train, all the students railed towards the ground. The boy was last in the line.

The prayer began,
“Asato ma sadgamaya, tamaso ma jyotirgamaya…”

The prayer was over and all the students rushed back to their classrooms.
The class-teacher was waiting, ready with her attendance register.
Everyone in the class stood up.
In chorus they sang, “Good Morning Teacher…”
The Teacher replied, “Sit down class...”
She marked the attendance as the students took out the textbooks.

The Teacher closed the attendance book and said, “Students today we are going to have a surprise class test. The topic is about 1857 revolt in India. You have to write an essay. The Student who will top the test will get a special gift from me. So are you all ready?

All the students were looking at each other surprised nodding heads hesitantly …
He was sitting in the last bench alone, looking outside the window.
In a tone of sarcasm, teacher called him “Come up with a really good excuse for failing …”

He looked back at the teacher, hiding his angst inside.

The Teacher said, “Now students close your textbooks…”

He had no idea about the topic as he sat on the table completely lost. The time crawled like a slow slimy snail. He was looking back and forth at the second hand of the clock and back to the lines of blank paper. The hand moved like a dagger and the lines were strangling him.

Suddenly the teacher came near him and looked at him in disgust.

“Well I have to write something”, he thought.

He began to slowly write the question with strokes underlining the question. Shading the lines like an artist. He was struck again as the words failed him. Somehow he dragged along with the time as the bell rang.

In a very loud voice teacher said, “It’s time, close your answer books and give it back to me.”

He gave his answer book…

The next hour was physical education period, but his mind was down and a sense of fear gripped him. What if this time also he fails in the test? His parents will be summoned and the class teacher will humiliate him in front of them, in front of all the students and drag him to the principal…

Have to find some way out. Can’t let go this time around. He knew deep inside he was going to fail and fail really badly.

All the kids were playing while he was sitting alone looking around. In the distant he could see the staffroom. He saw the teacher keeping all the answer-books on the table and leaving hurriedly. She was going to the principal’s office and in few minutes she took the bag and left.

He quickly went to the peon and enquired, “What happened? Why is teacher leaving?”
Peon replied, “Teachers daughter is not well…”

Peon asked, “Why are you not playing with other kids? Go and play. Don’t snoop around.”

He said, “Sorry and Thanks” and he ran towards the ground with a hidden smile.

Suddenly an idea had popped up in his head…

The last bell rang and the students were leaving school…

He slowly took his bag and went in front of the staffroom. He looked inside. No one was there. He slowly went inside and saw the answer-book. He took the book and quickly sneaked it inside his bag and rushed to the vacant part of ground.

He took out his answer-book and the textbook and began writing.1857 Revolt…, his heart was beating fast like galloping horses. He hurriedly finished the essay and to ensure he didn’t get full marks, he skipped few points. He rushed back and kept the book in place. He looked around and ran like hell…

He was so relieved in his quest. A sense of freedom and victory embraced him. Now he could go back to home in peace… 

After 3 days

The Teacher arrived with answer-books. Seeing the sight of the grumpy teacher with the answer-books, students were really tense except for the lone back bencher.
Teacher said, “Well good morning…”

In broken chorus students replied back, “Good morr…rning tea…cher…”

Teacher replied, “Hmm…class sit down. I have checked all the answer-books. And honestly I am surprised. Most of you whom I never expected, fared really badly.”

She began to call the name of students.

The surprise test had jolted the hierarchy. The toppers were now sliding down and the slide puts the downtrodden further below.

The Teacher said, “Now I am going to call the name of two students who have fared really well.” 

She called the name of class topper who had kept her reputation intact. Her head held high with pride, she walked towards the teacher, looking at other students with an electric grin.

She said, “This time around also, you have snatched the prize from the rest. Here is the gift I had promised. Keep up the good work. Congratulations!!!”

"Now the real surprise, I never expected from you…”
Whole class was looking at the last bench.

She continued, “Come here child. This time around you have really surprised me. If you put your head down and concentrate in your studies, you can achieve the impossible. Do you know realize that now?”

 “I should gift you something. Here, take my pen. As a teacher I am really proud of you Son…” Teacher said.

He was astonished by her remarks and gesture. It slowly cut through his soul like a sharpened sword...

His eyes were moist. He took the pen and went back to his seat.
She said, “Everyone, give him a big round of applause…” 
All the students came around and congratulated him. He was really surprised by the sudden attention.

The last bell rang and as the students rushed back. He slowly walked towards the staffroom where class teacher was sitting. His mind was drowned in guilt.
The teacher saw his gloomy face.

She said, “Come in… Yes dear, tell me what happened? Why are you so down?”
Slowly taking his pen back from bag, he replied back with tears in his eyes,
“I don’t deserve this invaluable pen. I have betrayed you, my parents and myself.”

The teacher asked him what happened and he narrated the whole incident…

Hearing the whole story, she replied back with a deep sigh, “Son, everyone commits mistakes. The greatest thing in life is to realize the mistakes you had done and with courage admit and correct it. As a teacher I honestly believe in you. You didn’t hide in lies. Promise me you will justify my faith in you”, as she handed back the pen.
He wept his tears and nodded in affirmative…

After few years…
In a book launch event, the crowd was eagerly awaiting for the author, as he unveiled the book…

The Pathfinder

“Asatho ma sadgamaya, thamaso ma jyotirgamaya…”
This book is dedicated to my pathfinder – My Teacher

Beside him the teacher was standing with pride and joy in her eyes…

Wednesday, January 20, 2016


She is the moon light in the darkness,

She is the misty wind in the glaring sunshine,

She is the spark of hope in the hopeless soul,

She is the dew in the morning light,

She is the truth in the darkened streets,

She is the light of compassion in the shades of hatred,

 She is the ray of love in the hollow heart,

She is the stroke of colour in the faded minds,

She is the shining glory in the defeated,

She is the timeless moment in the timed memories,

She is the wave of calmness in the trembling steps,

She is the completeness in the incomplete,

She will always be in the inseparable life deep inside…  

Monday, January 4, 2016

The Drifter

Drifting into the frames of oblivion,
The drifter sails on...

Monday, November 16, 2015

The Trial

Year 2026

It was an extravagant celebration, commemorating the success of a new medication - Mind X formulated by Doctor X. The medication was meant to erase the bad memories and plant new and happy memories. “Humanity has found redemption, Mind X is the path to redemption...” doctor spoke to the cheering mob.    

 Year 2023

The Doctor was on the phone, speaking to the financier “I just want a subject that satisfies my criteria. He should suffer from a great loss in his life. Preferably his wife or someone really close to him. He should not have any relatives or friends to support.”

 The financier replied, “At least this time for fuck sake don’t screw it up. It’s really hard to find these subjects and leave the scene without trial. I am going to increase my share for this deal. You just have to brew some stupid chemical and inject it, while I have to do all the dirty work in the street.”

“This time around I will make things happen. I just need a  few more tests to stabilize the compound.” doctor replied

The financier was scanning through the ID's of citizens, suddenly one ID crossed his mind. He jumped up and took the phone. “Doc, this time around you got what you need. Arrange for payment. Will deliver him around evening.”

“Hold his hand tight …” the doctor said to the nurse. The syringe cut through the subject’s vein, as the drip flowed inside…

“Check his neural functioning and brain pattern”, Doctor said

“The subject has gone into the subconscious mode, but the neural pattern is erratic. The subjects brain function is also not stable”, the nurse replied

The subject was a banker who lost his wife during a violent riot between classes. He left his job and house after his wife’s death. Living in his past he couldn’t escape the jinx…

Dark horses were running towards him as the cold mist began to fall. He tried to run away, but his feet was tied to the trees. The steps were galloping fast onto him. He tried to unchain himself, but the chain tightened itself.  He closed his eyes in despair.

“I am going to increase the dosage of Lysergide. The pattern is stabilizing now…” Doctor said.

Suddenly the galloping sound dissolved into silence. He slowly opened his eyes, the horses had gone into the wild and the he found himself unchained. He screamed aloud, but the sound was consumed in the vacuum. A sense of cold crept inside…
He steadied his steps and tried to walk. In the distant he could see a shining streak of light. He followed the trail slowly. The snow was falling heavily and he was weak to fight the cold.  Grasping his weak breath he continued to walk. He could hear the stream of water falling as the light came closer to him…

“Doctor, his vitals are dropping …” the nurse screamed loud

The lightning struck and he fell down to the ground. A drop of water fell on his cheek. The time that had frozen for a moment started winding again. He slowly opened his eyes. He was lying down near to the waterfalls and the light was right in front of him and behind the light a voice spoke to his soul, “Freedom Awaits …”

“Another failed soul, another step backwards…” the doctor in despair uttered to nurse.

Doctor picks up the phone and calls the financier, “I really don’t know what went wrong, but one thing is for sure, we are not far away in changing the path of humanity. Mind X is evolving and once I could control the unstable strand of lysergide, we will control the minds of millions.”

With a deep sigh the financier replied, “But before we can control the mind, do we need more sacrifices?”

 Doctor replied, “Yes a few more…”