Category: bond

She lives nowhere

She lives nowhere
 neither in her own cage
 nor in open air
 homeless, shelterless she moves…
 seeking solace
 would the tranquil blue provide
 her some rest
 will the traveling clouds quench her thirst ageless,
 in the crowd, she gets lost
 her voice diminishing to nothingness
 where ‘s she now
 where is her abode 
 in the limitless sky
 she searches for her unique dwell.

“The Silent Warriors”

Her eyes had become lifeless,
like a stone ,she stood unmoved, the life of iris had
turned into pebbles,
yet flowed from the depths of heart and soul
infinite incessant tears…
She was a mother, a wife or a daughter,
her voice deafened in screams of the martyr,
Tis the unmovable body of maybe her son, husband or brother,
nothing actually mattered …
He gave up his days of affection, lost nights amorous in the deep jungles infested
with insects and animals
deprived himself of sleep and rest to give us a realm
of freedom to live without fear…
he was hungry for days or sometimes raw food he ate
half cooked in deserts or on terrains
while we sumptuously enjoyed the delicacies ,yet grumbled on the pinch of salt
that was less in dinner…
do we realize while the handsome packet of salary in our pockets
we earned
an only risk of attrition & no apprehension of seeing the last summer…
why then like heartless beings we are ungrateful and forget the martyrs?
Those who lived and died for us, to fortify our existence and secure us a future
Don’t we owe a moment of grief,
a sense of gratitude or a moral responsibility
to support their loved ones ,
who laid their lives for cavalry
the silent 
great Indian warriors …

the random conversation
misty eyes
choked voice
in midst of inner chaotic silence
affirmative or prerogative
one word replies
emotions suffocated
strangled in a knot
the lily beside, pleaded
few more moments sought
hesitatingly I nodded
lone will be the journey
lone will be the path
under the blue
as two souls walk apart.



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In the catacomb

lies the book

undusted,flipping pages


folds of time…

in sepulcher

rest myriad thoughts

buried emotions

locked inside the heart’s vault’

in labyrinth , like a untangled mesh

they lived weltered

amidst the scallop of mess…


the epitaph on the stone

reclines in slumber

the manuscript.

Here starts the “New Year”

Dear friends,

And here starts another year awaiting new horizons, new dreams and aspirations. So with a pinch of zest lets welcome this new dawn.

Wishing you all a very happy new year.

I climb onto the hill of patience

with a pinch of courage and determination

the gusty ,rowdy winds of destruction

in solitary nights

hell bent to break my twig of faith

amidst the air of depression

whence chokes my throat with

tears of emotion…

…Halt I , for seconds

gaze at the impossible structure,

beyond the colossal mountain wherein

lies the orchard  of my joy  and exhilaration.

with a stroke of red ,full of zest

on the canvas of azure

I walk persistently



until I reach the

garden of my desires.