The closed door




You shut the door when I wake,
Are you shutting yourself in,
Or locking me out?

The room, your haven, my hell,
The door, a sign of our distance,
Can you blame me for my sadness?

This life I share with you for better or worse,
Which is better and what is worse I know not,
I am at the edge, neither in nor out.

For us I strive to think positive,
I see happiness where ‘un’ is hidden,
Can I be called a pessimist in this negative place?

We are judged by the lives we lead or not,
The paths we pave a road for the future,
Do we exist for ‘us’ or for the ‘world’ ?

Try harder says my mind for what its’ worth,
Perhaps the door will open says my heart,
My reasoning in a quandary I struggle within.

People change, but some hold on ,
Refusing to accept their defeat ,
At the hands of destiny…


I Feel…

Some things in life are forever.
The first kiss shared with someone,
The first person you gave your heart to,
The people who stood by you as pillars,
The ones who walked away .

They create memories etched in mind,
Some pleasant, some sad, some happy,
Lessons learnt, mistakes made, experience gained,
You try to forget but they remain,
Those who left footprints that never washed away…

Its’ time…

My lil one will soon turn 5. An age where innocence still exists, where the world is full of colour and not black or white. I am in no hurry to see her all grown up, ready to face the world with confidence and will. But hurry i must to tell her what can happen anytime, anyplace and by someone known or unknown.

For her each person who smiles or tries to talk to her is a harmless person, an uncle or aunt or perhaps an elder brother or even a friend. I have to tell her not all are friendly or just making conversation. I have to make her understand that some have dirry thoughts, perverse intentions or even murderous plans. How can a child as small as her judge or even fathom what goes on in anyone’s mind? We as adults cannot distinguish good from bad. So how can i tell to beware? Do i need to make her wary of all who talk to her? Should she perhaps shy away from everyone to avoid being hurt? Won’t that make her an insecure individual, incapable of trust and companionship. Can i assure her of my presence whenever she has to venture out? Will that help her grow?

In these troubling times each person i come across is looked upon with suspicion. Parents are rebuked at for giving their child a lil bit of independence. Should i hold on tighter so my darling is safe? Will that guarantee a lifetime of secure existence? I can try and teach her to be careful but is that enough?  I assure myself that no harm will befall us but is that a false sense of security?

My girl holds my hand for she knows i won’t let go. She is comfortable and assured of my steady hand as i guide her through the streets, as i take her along. I am nervous inside as life throws u into situations you can never be prepared for.

I am strong as she will gain strength by observing me. I cannot falter as she will lose that sense of hope, that feeling of being secure, that idea of a safe and peaceful world. Should i fall she will be unable to raise herself, to get up and brush herself before moving on. I will not let her sense my fear, my apprehension, my worry that anything might happen. Protect her i shall but defend her i wont, that she will learn for she will one day face it all by herself. So my dear one, i stand by you and support you but i need you to be ready for anything that will shake your ideals, break your trust, make you doubt your loved ones. Its’ a cruel, crazy, mad world out there. Be strong, be brave, cry if it helps, never fear coz fight u must for yourself and for us…

We all are unique

I am writing this after i came across this little girl in a hospital. I know nothing about her except she was differently abled. The anxious parents especially the mother’s tears moved me. It made me thankful for all i have received in my life till date. If they can keep hopes up then we all can. It was an eye opener of sorts and i still keep them in my thoughts and prayers.

Life is a gift and it has to be treated with care. What we have is a miracle and the sooner we realise, the better for us.

I saw her in her mother’s arms,

The girl i knew nothing about.

Her body so weak and fragile,

But still she seemed at peace.


Mother’s eyes teary and sad,

Save my child is what i read in them,

Her love knew no bounds, hope limitless,

Anxiously waiting for that heart to beat.


A child she gave birth to,

A special one she nurtured and cared for,

While all the world looked on in pity,

She saw a perfect child in her arms.


We all wish to be perfect in everything,

Beauty, brains , riches and all materialistic needs,

Our eyes shy away from small imperfections,

We stare shamelessly at the healthy and wealthy.


We all have a desire to survive,

Our struggles different, our paths unique,

Yet compare we must and despair too,

While some of us are unable to even move.


It is a mad mad world out there,

Of crazy people and crazier thoughts,

Sane are those who learn to feel alive,

Insane are the ones who choose to follow.


Be like the mother who knows no difference,

Be like a child who smiles at strangers,

Be like the special who live for today,

Be like the father carrying burdens for family.



What changed???


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This post is something i have personally observed and experienced. People who once forgave and forgot now dig into the past. Mistakes which once were taken as just that are now regarded as crimes. Its pointless to continue such a relationship where all are being selfish and unforgiving.


Few years ago we were young, innocent,                    Fresh out of school, a protected environment,
Not sure what to expect, shy, scared,curious,
That’s how we all met as strangers .

Friendship came easily ,we shared the same feelings,
We moved together, joked and had fun,
Different by nature, similar by attitude,
It was a perfect mix of the rogue and beauty.

Our paths crossed again after years,
We renewed that fiery combination with zest,
Caught up on our lives, exchanged stories,
Appraised each other, compared our girth.

What does it take to keep going as before,
A little tolerance, a pinch of acceptance,
Loads of maturity, a heart that forgives,
But most of all a desire to maintain the relationship.

Do we have all this or is this too much to ask?
Is our bond worth the efforts we are putting in?
Isn’t it easier to walk away before we hurt someone?
Or are we too selfish to accept our shortcomings?

None want to be judged, none like to be corrected,
Misunderstandings, false promises, fake sympathies,
Defending our faults and holding others responsible,
All led to the undoing of what could have been a wonderful beginning.

Head over Feet

I have always shared what comes from within. It may not always be a part of my life. It is just what i feel or observe. I have been open as this is where i can be



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He walked into my life one day,
A simple guy with a crazy mind,
His thoughts expressed through music,
His ideas unique and out of this world.

A strange bond of talkative vs silence,
A mixture of madness and ecstasy,
Funny how two people can unite,
Despite differences and distance.

The secrets we shared were wicked,
The wishes we had unimaginable,
Our thoughts let loose from deep within,
Like prisoners set free from bondage.

As i revelled in the glory of this bond,
Reality hit me right where it hurt most,
Perfect relationships are a fiction not true,
Mirrors can break and shatter into pieces.

I pick up the pieces and join them,
And see myself in each piece,
Life isn’t so fragile or beyond repair,
It gives you a million reasons to survive.

Survive I shall for I have this one life,
To live, to enjoy, to learn, to rejoice,
I embrace this gift and move forward,
The present welcoming me with open arms.


We all desire a perfect relationship. A soulmate, an understanding person with a sense of humour.All in all a person who is too good to be true. I found someone who accepts me for who i am, loves me inspite of my craziness, understands my moods, doesn’t judge me, gives me space and best of all reads my blog :). Need i ask for more guys????







You came home to see me,
My angry eyes warned you ,
I am not on display my dear,
Please stay away from me.

We spoke for the first time,
An interview I wasn’t nervous about,
You wished to know me better,
I warmed up to your sincerity.

Hours passed you had to leave,
I liked you I realised with surprise,
I was willing to carry forward,
It seemed the right thing to do.

Suddenly it all ended like a dream,
My imperfections highlighted and targeted,
He wasn’t at fault not was I to blame,
Just destiny playing spoilsport in glee.

We fought hard to change our fate,
A belief we are meant to be one ,
Luck smiled and blessed out union,
Our journey together finally began.

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