There are these crazy people ,
I have known since birth,
arrows of whose mischiefs ,
were always pointed towards me.

Like chameleon , I must say,
they have been and are even today,
showing their innocent face to parents,
but for me, naughtiest are they.

Getting me scolded is their greatest achievement,
Teasing me is their greatest fun,
Underestimating me is their pride,
They are none other than my siblings and cousins.

Though we have grown up now,
but the fight still continues,
with a difference from cat fight
to the one, a bit more mature.

I have never seen people
more annoying than them,
still the bond that we hold
is no less than a gem.

With time, some seriousness has developed,
some priorities have changed,
but when it comes to us,
it seems like we have not aged.

(p.c.- google)


O Massive Sun

O Massive Sun !
Where are you ?
Please don’t tell me
you are not coming again.
Just yesterday , I saw you,
setting down the horizon.

Was it your last visit to me?
Will you not shine again ?
What is it that is
taking you so long ?

O Massive Sun !
Please wake up soon !
For this night is so haunting,
with the owls howling,
the leaves shaking continuously
and the winds hissing
so loud and so fast,
getting right through my skin,
deep into the bones.
Such is the night chilled.

O Massive Sun !
Don’t make me wait so long .
Don’t let the night fall on me.
Into the path , where I am lost,
into the forest , where I have no one ,
except the tiny creatures
underneath my feet
or may be some spirits,
wandering here and there ,
You be my saviour .

O Massive Sun !
Rise through the horizon,
and shatter the pride of
this ghastly night into pieces,
make it realise it’s darkness
has no existence before you.
O Saviour !
Come soon .
Show me the right way out
and I promise,
never to get lost again.

(P.C – google )

The Good And Bad Cycle

The cycle of good and bad
has forgotten to rotate
and stopped at a point,
where only problems originate.

I guess, the key to the toy wheel
might have stopped,
making the possibilities of troubles
to infintely pop.

Who to ask for help?
Who to ask for the remedy?
There’s only one who can resolve,
and that’s The Great Almighty.

He is making us go through
some kind of tests probably,
duration of which is unknown,
moreover, long and weary.

He might be waiting,
for the right time to bestow,
his blessings and some happiness,
and take away our sorrow.

Though things get well
some day or the other,
but the long wait for it,
weakens our soul for ever.


“Hello ,” said the wind chime,
as the cool breeze
entered through the window,
and played with it.

I closed my eyes,
and took a deep breath,
stretching my arms,
to let the breeze hug me.

I enjoyed it’s wave,
as it danced along my hair
allowing some strands
to fall onto my face.

I strolled back the hair
behind my ear,
but it played naughty
and again swirled in the air.

A Month’s Wait

A poem for my mother who is returning tomorrow after a month long vacation

Tomorrow is finally the day,
when I will wish her ‘hey’ ,
No longer can I wait,
to see her enter through the gate.

A whole month at home,
was not easy to stay alone,
but her photos full of fun and grace,
were the reasons of smile on my face.

I will not welcome her
with garland of flowers,
but smiles so broad,
and hugs with lots of love.

I will keep ready,
her favourite food so tasty,
that she will forget the journey’s bends,
and lick her fingers even after the food ends.

I will listen to all her stories long,
of places where she had gone
and tell her my tales sadly,
of the days when I missed her so badly.

The Veil

The Veil once thought to be,
a symbol of simplicity,
had now become just a mask,
hiding the untold stories from past.

The Veil hid the desire,
to live long and aspire,
and come out of monotony,
which filled herself with agony.

The Veil hid the blemishes,
and all the scars,
marked on her face,
once so filled with grace.

The Veil hid the wrinkles,
that often meanders,
kissing her cheeks and lips,
making way for her tears to slip.

The Veil often got soaked,
with tears that rolled,
and the sweat from the forhead,
after the work full of stress.

The Veil often tried to avert,
those atrocities that could hurt,
but failed each time it tried,
being too thin to act as shield.

The Veil heard many times,
the unspoken words of crime,
and her screams and yells,
when the others ignored to help.

The Veil masked her fear,
of the misfortunes that could be near,
thereby increasing her pain,
shattering her again and again.