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It was just another day,
I was on my own
I got a call which was unknown
The voice on the other end
It’s familiar yet I am not sure
It was my guide
He said…
Your creator is gone
She is on her death bed
And you need to be strong
Yes, you need to be strong
I was numb
I was shocked
Wondering what went wrong
I was hollering
I was scared
This time not of the dark
But of the darkness
Which like a lark?
Come, with her departure
Who’s she?
Who’s the “her” I am referring to?
She is my origin
She is my strength
She is my caretaker
My very essence.
I was so unsure
I felt so unsafe
With thousands around
There was only loneliness
To which I was bound
I like an orphan
Staring at an distant tree
With burden in my eyes
When would I be set free?
I was not in spirit
I was not my real self
It was my test…
A blessing in disguise
Which I chose to ignore
Thinking I am very wise
I went on digging my pit
And willingly decided
To be in it…
Life is after all
A series of choices
It is all about
Hearing the right voices
Right when I decided
Decided, to give up
There was a hand
To lift up.
I trembled
I again ignored
Because the choice
I had made…
There was nothing
But loud noise…
I chose to stay in dark
I chose to be
The Lost lamb.
But my Shepherd
Had arrived with a mark.
I turned around
I looked in his eyes
I saw hope
I saw the rise
He raised his voice,
“Stand up, stand up tall,
You are infinite
It is just a fall.”
I was blessed
I was amazed
For the first time
I wanted to be tamed
I wanted to outshine
I felt as if I was renamed
I was out of the light
Which was dim
I like sunshine
Conquered the night.


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A little boy sitting alone
I saw him from distant far
He was almost on my own
I wondered who left him distant far?
He was crying I could make out
Wiping his tears he walked straight
In the middle of the road, I wanted to shout
Lost and weird on the way that was laid.
Hey stop! I shouted thrice
'Don't walk in the middle of the road'
I was chanting the sane advice
He ignored and walked as if releasing some load...
I ran and reached him somehow
I finally brought him to the stopping mode
I looked in his eyes and I saw pain
I could sense as his soul began to corrode
He was a little boy and I hope he is fine
He was a little boy I wish I could understand
He was a little boy and he is somewhere
He was a little boy on the distant land!

A Story

The time thus stopped, still
Between then and the now,
Then was forever beautiful
Now is undulating but infernal.

Forever is hence a myth,
Tied between the bygone
And the moments yet to come
Stuck, unmoving and dead.

The rise of an era, indeed
Was not a beginning either,
It was called upon by turmoil
And the sacrifices of all.

Them all, gave up all they could
Left behind what they had,
They managed to flee, evacuate
But couldn't untie the chain.

The chain that was tied
So fast around their souls,
Choked, breathless, unmoved.
They cried, longed, lamented.

The emotions they were bound to
Took a toll on them once again,
The empire did rise again,
Them, all, remained the same!


Well, that ache in the center that apparently has no definite cause or maybe the reasons are too insignificant to be named the ultimate thing; there’s a root cause. It’s mere mind’s play, to decide, to let go and definitely to keep holding on…forever? Maybe, if it existed.
But that ache that is indifferent, an ache that feels new every-time, an ache that we’ve befriended like no other, an ache that is acknowledged and welcomed with smile driven tears, an ache that is nostalgic of moments that were mere memoirs of the bygone days, an ache that we never saw coming, an ache that was an escape once from the reality we never faced, an ache which has now become a necessity, an ache that is a part of you?

An ache,,, A beautiful one!