the 'I' 
stops at nothing 
always has a point to prove
desirous to compete
with everyone for everything 
one cardinal assumption
'I can't go wrong'
surfaced then 
is the collision of ego
minefield of grudges
embedded deep 
to the layers of thought process
puffed up with pride of knowledge 
materialistic ostentation
or singing own glory
even propogated charity.
the life-force facing
stiff resistance from ego-force
eternal I 
into obscurity 
for I-thoughts firmly rooted 
on the pedestal of dark ignorance,
nourished by a 
' I am superior' syndrome
ever in the mind,
aware though
today's death is two days
past, tomorrow.
crucifixion is a possibility 
through self-enquiry 
knowing who am I 
and surrender in psyche
for the goodness 
and godliness! 




silence of silences

soundless sound

of solitude

except my friends

photo frame and lamp

midnight is now

broad day light

you know what

the dusty mementos of our love

are scattered all around

in my small room

I get choked with

the smokes from

half – burnt woods

or wounds !

tired , exhausted

the aurora of hope

my only strength ,

my virtual tendril


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absconding happiness
it was right there
few days back, even few minutes
variations in contours
of mental plane
the unpredictable ritcher scale
upheavals of fears
hallucinations of paranoia
failure of perceptions
to search the genesis
or a disproportionate craving
to get hold of it, any how
the smiling hibiscus of windy morning,
don't know
how stays happy, all along
multitude of invasions
in heart and mind, unabated
simplicity and a discounted ego
minus orchestrated overthinking,
may bring many a lighter shades
to the complex cloistered
canvas of life
or self love with a tinge
of forgiveness, let go
may clear the logjam of vicious cycle
universality of love
among the siblings of HIM,
transcending the narrow boundaries
may illuminate the tunnel
of ignorance
for a lovely
easy ride !





when the  rain clad   hibiscus  smiled

in the breezy  morning today,

I  began searching  for  the absconding butterflies,

the rainbows

the miniature dreams

though ephemeral .

you see,

the question never was

how to dance drenched in rain,

driving the insipidity away

but how exhilarating it would

be with you by my side

I wiped the foggy droplets

on my glass window

to revisit the flashbacks

and recreate the paper boats !




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stuck in emotions

unventilated  pains

in midnight’s  prolonged silence,

i  scouted  for solace

from the multiple uneasinesses

few generic

few orchestrated  by overthinking

i opened the window

to search the shadows of happiness

and tranquility

to befriend the serene cool breeze

of dark night,

to persuade it to talk to me

to share its stories

to tell me how it remains,

lighter active

flying  moving

fresh and intelligent,

how it touches lives,

being unpretentious,


to make me believe,

when otherwise happy,

why i need  a  reason to be sad !




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I  asked  the effusive reminiscences
to take   me to those moments
to be with you
I asked the rain to wash away
those tears and solitude
to palliate the pains
to pervade those dimples
on your cheeks
I  asked  those innocuous fights
to be very careful  next time
to be evanescent
if at all they be
I asked the breeze  to  preclude
the heaviness  in the air
or heart
I asked the esoteric crescent
to go back
to come back
a mellifluous full moon
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when a midnight's thought
evaporates before the first ray of sun,
the failed resolutions
wait for the dusk to germinate again,
only to go astray,
the process of refurbishing the self,
does not move beyond a prologue of half-heartedness,
seeing and finding the loved ones
in the faces of unknown people
in the journey of life,
being a small good samaritan of love and compassion,
for them,
takes lives closer to the sanctum
or the repository of peace.
the cacophonies of life,
now left little behind!


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