Snowballs of Love


Snowballs of love
Sailing through skies
Pulling me near once a while
Scatter, combine and then just split.

Every once a while
I see some scenic prints
By the artist above that knows
Luring me in conundrums of bliss.


Illegitimate liaisons we share
Say the people who see my chase
When there is nothing remarkable in sight
I see it still, for lies awakened , forlorn lover in me.

Running behind, I capture
The white essence spilled on the blues
I fail to understand the malleability in store
For in a second, a new story unfolds.


I love the evenings, when they mix around
With the sun, that so dearly, they often hide
Hints of hues, peek through, and I smile
Sunsets, were never, just so breathtaking.

Some days, they show me, their dangerous side
Blackened, in anger, they engulf the whites,
Mixing with sparks of light, they spread all over
To let darkness, just rule the invisible sky.


Then, when I am numb, at their marvelous creations
They stumble me, with more of their devilish roars
Quickly they break, to pour, all that was inside
Drenching the earth, and wavering my timid inside.

I smile, some prayers answered, says the aura around
They quickly fly away, even before I could, look aside
I know, theatrics will return , maybe less magnificent
For every evening, they only paint heaven, on earth .


P.S. : Off late, I again started writing poetry after months. But this time, it’s different. Been instagramming my poetry too. Different elements in life inspire me now and I am liking it. Keeps me sane. Also, been doing a lot of mobile photography and yesterday I did a little bit more of it and a poem purged out of me before I went to sleep. I am using my own photographs for any piece after long. Hope the mix of words and pictures makes you like this post little bit more.

P.S.S: All the photographs used in this post are copyrighted to this site.


Romancing Nature


Morning sun smiled with the breeze today
Guess he knew I will just love the day
The thunders got mixed with the splashes
My window pane was frightened with the ‘plops’.

Rains are often dim and at times very gray.
But then they brought a different chill now
I woke up with the ‘yawns’ and felt some warmth
I disliked them once, but winters are my new love.

My scared kitten ‘purred’ as I gave him some cozyness
Even the birds were quite happily ‘chirping’ alone
The greens of my plants were in extreme jolly moods
As I sipped some cardamon tea amidst a beautiful morning.

Day just slipped by without much to my doing
Windows were today opened to let in the smells
The ‘scent’ we call petrichor I can never explain
But it fills my day with just certain misty romance.

Evening walks are still the favorite part of the day
Today the street dogs didn’t do the usual ‘bow bow’
For they were intoxicated by the incense of nature
And I just strolled away with some music to ears.

Splashing some water here and there, I saw serene beauty
I was just waving away to the scenic beauty of the moon
Stars whispered, and some insects made their ‘shooo’ sound
Solace was in the sky as I asked my mind some questions.

Night is here now and I sit here below my dear old fan
Home is silent as if signalling me to go to bed
I find my peace in the sounds of my computer now
As silence is my best sound, when my words speak.

Today I romanced myself fighting all cynicism
Found love lost in the season which is dear
I seek to spread my wings and fly once again
And send you across the sound of just true belief.

Written for the OctPoWriMo writing prompt Day 11:Using the Sounds Around You


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Love is Like this…


Lying alone in a dark corner
I often wonder what is amiss
You often said bliss is me
And I said, love is like this.

Memories are often wrapped up
And some of them not worth it
I close my eyes to feel some rains
Petrichor tells me, love is like this.

To escape the loneliness around
I often brew some coffee in a jar
Baking some cake to have a round
Chocolate tells me, love is like this.

Tears are my beloved when I lose
Courage to go on is what I miss
Then some rhythm plays to my ears
Music tells me , love is like this.

My feet have often moved at its discretion
Hearing what my heart feel was its tune
Even in trauma, it could get lost alone
Dance tells me, love is like this

Sky often smiles when I have a dream
Sun plays a game with the clouds
Orchids bloom, as moon play games
Nature tells me, love is like this.

Eyes still dream what I cannot see
Fables in my mind weave it as reality
I scribble it all on a blank sheet
Writing tells me, love is like this

I remember the tiny being that I first saw
I remember the first embrace, and the first word
I smile the most even today when you call me
Nephew tells me, love is like this

I cry when the world just seems insane
Lost I am in work I do most often
Then an embrace just listen and say nothing
Mother tells me, love is like this.

In my weak times I often just blabber to you
You listen patiently, and then make a joke
I laughingly cry in moments like this
Best friend tells me, love is like this.

I sleep everyday to be woken beside you
That morning kiss and sweet nothing I see
I wonder of rains which shower these blessings
Then love tells me, love is believing like this.

Written for the OctPoWriMo writing prompt Day 8: Love is Like…


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Rains and Goodbyes

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Rains always tell me a tale. Something sad and something beautiful about it. I used to be a rain person as a child and then as I grow up it always made me dizzy. Then I met someone who always loved rains. All drenched in his red t-shirt in the rainy season he used to tell me his rain escapades. And I used to go angry, for being callous and about falling ill. Often, the next time we met he was sneezing his lungs out and I had that squint look and he had that cute eye smile which always melt me. But such were rains.

Today again, standing on my balcony with a cup of refreshing tea, my earplugs played some beautiful music and rains just drizzled and a mist was in nature. It felt as if memories was calling on to me. Such moments always remind me of his calls and how after repeated calls I used to get a call back to be told that he was driving in thunderous rains and then as I was to go with my anger some music at his end used to just make me go quiet. And with a kiss he used to keep the phone. I remember how my evening walks are empty today, for only he filled the vacuum, for those were the time I conversed with him. It was the time I just lived. But then these was the time when distance gave us no choice, but then he has been with me for years.

Once, I had shared smiles, and long walks and conversations with him. Those tight hugs which never end were always shared. I think no one ever made me smile like he did. Also, no one has irritated me more. But in-spite of everything we had stuck. And then one day he left the city to go back home. What a goodbye it was. I could somehow never let him go and even he said so. He understood and yet, silence spoke.

Today, a friend was saying a goodbye to family and friends and my city was again raining. And all those things made me remember him. He was not the perfect guy, nor he was the prince charming. I would not say no one can love me more but then he was still the best. He was imperfect, he had bad mood swings, he made me cry and he was cold. But then, he was my best friend. He was someone who was bad and said it. He loved his mother the most and said it. He has been a casanova and there were girls who still pursue him and every-time they did he told me. He was complicated and accepted that no one could understand him more than I do and yet adjust. For he loved true. He never said more nor did he hide it all. He was just plain with his thoughts, someone who never lied to me. And that is why I never felt all the evil emotions we feel in relations. Off course, he made me jealous at times and so did I. Also, we knew we had no end and yet we lived the moment for it is what makes us what we are today. In the end, he loved me the most he could.  Even today he is happiest at my success even though its been ages ‘we’ ended. But then he was he. And it rained on the day we said our final goodbye too. For my soul cried and ever he did. Such are soul-mates.

Today, I was also thinking how I always do more for people then I ever get. I learned it from my mother. Give it all and you will be happiest. Even in school, college or university I always made the effort more. And people thought me unworthy to be best friends with. Off course, today I have few friends I am very very thankful for. Also, I made friends who came as angels helped me sail and just left. But, the void is left. For he made me expect nothing and give all and yet feel content. For he stayed in my soul. And always listened when I wanted him to. I was just myself with him and I wish I could have that me back. Past few years I just let people leave for I realize some efforts are never worth it and today I was thinking the same. For some people you don’t have to do much and they find a way back. And I am glad they exist. For others, I am not the first to be thought of. And I realized why should I just give it all.

I also fall. I am also tired. And then I just want to give up. Maybe someday, someone with some love and care will make me love the love. Till then, I watch the rains, and remember him…..

P.S. I am also a believer. I believe someone with much more love than me exists. Someone who will have a crackling chemistry with me to be a best friend for life.  And then maybe I will fall in love with the rain again with a kiss.

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