Bursting to life

I realized that I was dead inside When I didn’t feel happy for, Achieving the “best happiness of my life” No sense of accomplishment, no sense of joy. Endless anhedonia in an infinite void. I was assured of never feeling anything again. Well, I was wrong, I could still feel the pain. The pain of…

Never changing, Am I ?

A story from the words of the girl itself, who was living her final days, whence came around SOMEONE. ‘Him’, that is how she referred that someone in this poem. But was he really a person or was it something else? Was she really dead? But who left at the end? The words might have…

Silly me! – curio

The silent bright student At the corner Beside the window Or right under their nose The one that is so damn attentive Yeah the ever ready one The one that never missed a lesson Oh the teacher’s pet I’ll make sure I won’t make a mistake Impress, don’t show Don’t let the fear overthrow The…

The Bloody Talk – Curio

I came across this video How Women Have Lived With Their Periods Since 1900 a few days back and I realized that India is still in the 18th century. Sorry to disappoint the tech savvy crowd of this nation but. How the hell did we manage to be CEOs at international companies when we are…

Yoga revisited

योगेन चित्तस्य पदेन वाचां । मलं शरीरस्य च वैद्यकेन ॥ योऽपाकरोत्तमं प्रवरं मुनीनां । पतञ्जलिं प्राञ्जलिरानतोऽस्मि ॥ Yogena Cittasya Padena Vaacaam | Malam Shariirasya Ca Vaidyakena || Yo[a-A]paakaro[a-U]ttamam Pravaram Muniinaam | Patan.jalim Praan.jalir-Aanato[a-A]smi || Meaning: 1: (I bow down to him who purifies the impurities) of the Mind (by removing the Chitta Vrittis) by Yoga,…

Midnight Memories

Every night when reality hits me hard in chest And I wake up all sweaty and breathless. My mind warns me that you are about to go And then realizes you are already gone.   My fight begins with my brain, As I try to sleep again, To be in a world, where you still…

A Poem For a Friend

Whenever I look back, I see the two of us, Holding each other’s hand. Away from the world rush.   You are a special edition, Sweet little gift for me. Baby accept it because, You can’t see what I see.   You are a story to tell, A legend to recite. You broke my shell,…