To know what’s a haiku click here Haiku #4   Dejected, I walk towards dusk The temple bells chime to call me I embrace spiritual bliss     To read the previous haiku click here To read my previous poem click here  Previous article – Busy: An ointment for the broken P.S: If you are a new visitor, please read other posts on this… Read More


To know what’s a haiku click here Haiku #3   Mellow music plays, muddled palette With birds chirping, distinctly, at a distance The canvas captures the dawn     To read the previous haiku click here To read my previous poem click here  Previous article – Busy: An ointment for the broken P.S: If you are a new visitor please read other posts on this… Read More


To know what’s a haiku click here I’ve something in store for you readers, of course it’s a surprise, you’ll know when the time comes. Till then, keep guessing, here’s  another haiku, Cold caffeine, burnt black ashtray She gazes at the moon and stars She longs for a parchment   To read the previous haiku… Read More


Hey there reader! I’m sorry I haven’t posted for such a long time.  The thing is, assignments are all stacked up and I’m trying to finish them as soon as possible. It’s been a busy week.  I’ve written an article, a poem and few other write-ups as well but I’m not finding them good enough… Read More


I am tired of climbing these stairs, can I pause to look at them? I seem to be going no further anyway, as if trapped in a painting I think and think of escaping, perhaps it’s all in vain I stand and stare at the red carpet, clasping the ancient wood, I gasp for air,… Read More


creative writing

One of the many reasons I started this blog is because I wanted to get busy into thinking and doing something worthwhile. I started this blog, thinking that it would just require me to write content and put it up, piece of cake right? Now that I’ve come across so many difficulties, I’ve realised how… Read More


A union of countless souls A rebellion against the wrong With the power of democratic polls With the hymns of a patriotic song Rises, My India With the colour of vibrant ghagras Encircling barren lands The bindi and the jhumkas And bangles in both hands Dances, My India From the fishing nets on salty waters… Read More


Friendship is a golden thread. Held tightly by two hands. No matter where you go in this world, the thread just extends and follows you, never breaks. Magical isn’t it? It just depends on the two hands, whether to hold it close to one’s heart or throw it faraway. Friendship celebrates the differences between people,… Read More


It was Friday evening when my friend asked me whether I was interested to go on a trek to Manali, during the short span of holidays. Adrenaline rush is something irresistible. I agreed to go on a Hampta Pass Trek of 14,100ft altitude in the Himalayas which seemed like a piece of cake at that… Read More


#sonnet1   I found an arrow I held it in my hand trying hard to peruse I never thought it would ever be my muse It had a twisted steel head, vanes were coal black like the words I can never take back Its tip was poisoned with sorrow I was lost I shot that… Read More