What lies beneath


The dusty leaves of the childhood diary No pain or stain, least bit scary  The forbidden fruit , willfully chose Dreams set to sail, never to reach the shore. That’s life’s beauty, as the wise would view, But then, you saved none of me, I better bury some of you.  Rusty nails that pins one…

What the system needs


In a closed group of friends where many are parents, few expressed their issues with current system of education and also how demanding both parents and institutions have become and literally orchestrate a learning environment that curbs creativity and eats away the happiest stage of our lives in the name of projects/assignments and homework. Some…

Poetry- An Extinct Art ?


What follows is completely a personal viewpoint to which none need to subscribe. Am neither a subject matter expert with respect to poetry nor have I read volumes and volumes of classics. I am just the ordinary kind who fell in love with poetry at a very young age.  An age when I hardly knew…

Pain and Poet


  You see her cry for loss of words Words that paint her pain in white You see him whimper, last words to love Love that lured and left him broke You see them both grab a pen Pen from which all love would ebb The words would heal the wounds they thought They covered…

And you walked in


  Oii 🙂 , You knew what you were signing up for. So don’t complaint if it gets verbose. It might sound more like an article than a letter at places (Pages are places). But still, you need no warning. So, here comes a story which I have always wanted to tell you. It goes…