Month: November 2014

Pinching Absence

Whenever you were away.
Often Unreachable.
I did miss you..

Now you are away.
Too far, for me to ever reach.
I still miss you.

Your absence was understood.

Cannot fathom the absence.
It Pinches.

Spent with you.
Those lovely romantic
sleepless nights.

Spent without you.
Such haunting crushing
sleepless nights.

Insomnia in both.
Yet such difference.

(inspired by Rumi’s quote)


Remember? Those Clover Patch Summers ?


Do you remember?
Those distant summers,
When we were so young.
When life, was much more, Simpler,
When lullabies were sung.

When afternoons were spent,
Chasing around butterflies.
When there was no grief and no Sorrows,
Oh! How time flies!


That lucky four leaved clover.
We always tried to find.
We have, both moved on now,
Such memories behind.

Those were the times,
When night, seemlessly,
Flowed into day.
We would roam around,
Laughing, and loosing our way.

When your tiny little hand,
Fit, just perfectly in mine.
I cherish our childhood,
God’s, Lovely, Grace Divine.


Those clover patches are still there,
Somewhere far, from deceit and Lies.
They await, our return, patiently,
When we have, some time,
In our lives.


How we used to find,
Feathers, Pebbles of the rarest kind!
Hidden under bushes,
Trees or Ivy.
I could still try finding some,
If only I had, you, beside me.

If you ever,
Do change your mind,
Change your plans,
Wished to stay.
We could trade,
Some of our tommorows,
For just, one, yesterday. . .



P.S.- Pictures taken by Mobile (Samsung Galaxy Ace Plus)

The Monster Inside

Who do I speak to,
No one seems to be around.
Oh! I scream in agony,
Yet no one hears a sound…

I am Numb from the pain,
I fear my own voice.
In the distant past it sang,
but now, it has no choice.

They dreams,
Like a palace of glass.
Does anyone hear?Those screams,
The pain it always  lasts

They see a young  girl,
But thats just my cover.
Inside lies a monster,
Making itself suffer.

If only this tragedy would end, Please! Just let me be. 
Will someone from somewhere,
Come Save myself from me…

Life is such an Irony! 
I can only seem to confide.
In the source of all my agony,
In the Monster Inside. . .

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