Friday, 8 December 2017

Love Letter #10

Dearest B

I'm glad you're coming back, partner! It's time for the new phase where we share our lives in the true sense. Brace yourself, it's not going to be easy. We may annoy each other, be cranky sometimes and may even sulk over silly things. The only thing we should remember is to keep the channel of communication open. Everything else can be handled. It's beautiful to grow together, let the roots of our being get entwined in a way that it is almost divine and of course, help each other walk through this life.

I love you.


Saturday, 23 September 2017

24th September 2017

Autumn breeze...
Moisturised with
The rare incessant rain,
The yellow leaves...
Some adorning the trees,
Some lying on the streets,
Conjure a hundred tales
Of magic and miracles...

September is beautiful. You are one of its precious miracles. It took a lot of soul searching to find you. You are my 'Ikigai'. 

Happy Birthday!

Friday, 22 September 2017

Love Letter #9

Dearest B

We are doing well. You're handsome, lovable and so perfect. I am crazy as ever. Yes, we have survived the distance for 2.5 years. Half a year to go. Have I told you that I'm extremely proud of you? You're my hero. But I will not put you on a pedestal. I prefer clinging on to you like a baby monkey.

I love you.


Sunday, 6 August 2017

To The One In Sydney

Her: I would have gone crazy without you... 

Him: You are crazy like you've always been.

Her: Well, this is a good kind of 'crazy'. That'd have been bad...

Happy Friendship Day!

Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Flower and the Fox

Fragrant flower, fragrant flower
Drenched in the twilight shower
Holding eternity in an hour
She stuns the fox in the bower.
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Solitary fox, solitary fox
He seeks the beautiful hollyhocks
While they smile at the paradox;
The mighty witches and warlocks.

Haiku Chain (5-7-5)


A tranquil cadence
Sea, its shimmering essence 
Sways to the silence


Wind and field whisper
Million sea thrifts shiver
Dreamy November


A lonely cloudscape
Shrouded in a soft black cape
Looks for an escape

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

On Losing Her

A lone tear,
A bit of his being,
The crevices of memories
And falls into nothingness,
Seeking her, yet again.
He lets go of the pieces
Of his broken heart
Clutching the remains
Of her fragrance
Ebbing away swiftly.

Dèjá Vu

The ocean crashes with all its might,
Upon the gigantic, steady rocks.
She basks in the tranquil moonlight
And counts five hundred stars.
As the children squeal in delight
She smiles and closes her eyes
For she recognises all of it,
The waves, the joyful laughter,
The crescent and the starry night,
The fragrant forest blossoms
And the distant blinking light.

Thursday, 11 May 2017

The Mortal

Unravelled thread by thread
Love shrouding a betrayal,
It was never me,
Never the heart of glass,
That seemed alluring..
Twas an addictive clinging
That drew you to me. 
Paper, plastic, metal came in
Promising a world so bright,
When I stood in the quicksand
You refused to see my plight.
Now as it ebbs away,
All that was once sacred,
I burn to ashes, I turn grey,
And the red gets charred.
Go away, as far as you can
For you'll be blinded
When I rise again.

Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Love Letter #8

Dearest B

The rain still loves me. It wets everything I see through my tear filled eyes. Is it alright if I be my irresponsible self? Is it alright if I run away just once, without letting the world know my whereabouts. The pain doesn't cease. I want to run away somewhere, away from you, away from me, away from the mundane life and do something that makes me happy. The city suffocates me. Every day I die a little. I thought, with you by my side I'd live through everything that is maddening. You aren't with me. I am not with you. It's just this unfriendly world. The hope drifts away. Patience wears thin. The world doesn't understand that I refuse to change. The need to preserve my essence is greater than all else. You must be wondering how is this a love letter. It is because I love you and won't run away unless you ask me to.


Monday, 17 April 2017

When The Day Comes

The last breath, the last moment,
Before the eyes close to never open
Before the last leaf falls in Autumn,
On the last night, the last crescent,
Illuminates our lives together,
The laughter, the love and passion,
Veiled and unveiled by the clouds,
That hold the last drops of rain
To quench our souls for the last time
And when they descend, we ascend,
We rise in love, hand in hand,
Carrying everything that created us
Beyond all that's ephemeral,
Between the shadows and the souls.

Sunday, 2 April 2017


Yellow clouds, pink skies
And the bridge of love in Annecy
She smiles as the time flies
Its wings crimson, soft and lacy,
Her heart, azure and wise.

Vermilion peaks, green ice
And a bowl of pure bliss in Tawang
Assimilating with moist eyes,
She remembers a song she sang,
Long ago, with the butterflies .

Tuesday, 24 January 2017

Love Letter #7

Dearest B,

Shall I apologise first for being sceptical about surviving the distance between us or shall I tell you how much I love you? I needn't say anything for nobody, including me, understands my heart like you do. Living away from you isn't very easy. I go into frequent  gloomy spells. Sometimes I snap at the people around and at other times I am just indifferent. Now I don't intend to pity myself neither do I want to blame anything or anyone for this. It's just that, I wish you'd pacify me, tell me that it's all going to be fine soon. Wipe my tears when they don't stop on their own and stand by my side. I know, it is not easy for you as well. I promise, I'll be there when you get weak. 

Keep telling me, this is the last time we are apart. Keep telling me, we too would have a home to return to, wake up next to each other, have a family; our family and we'll have our happily ever after. I'll remind you the same when you miss us. I love you. 


A Grey One

She's tired of waiting for her life to be thawed and be infused with a soul. Why is bliss so ephemeral? Why doesn't it rain anymore? The air she breathes is laced with malice. She wishes to get into her cocoon and shut the world out but they won't let her... She wishes to be invisible and dreams about running away to a hilly place where it rains a lot. She wishes... she could open her heart to you, trust you with the most ridiculous ideas dancing in her mind over a bowl of mushroom soup and sleep as you read out to her. She wishes you're around for an eternity. Such selfish wishes! Not really. She keeps them to herself. Your happiness is all she seeks. With or without her by your side.