Dance of dreams…

The sunny afternoon never stopped us,
From a long ride in that dusty road,
Arms wrapped around tight…

I wanted to feel the wind in my hair,
Wanted my heart to fly away as we sped,
Just as it ditched me to fly to you…

Wanted to feel your heart beat against me,
The heat and the sweat,
Trying its best to creep between us…

I was that little bird,
In the blue painted sky,
Fluttering its wings for the first time…

To fly like the prettiest in the world,
For the Angels to envy,
Our love, impeccable!

To speed away to a new world,
Our little world,
Filled with passion and love…

Let’s escape to our wonderland,
I said,
Dreams dancing in my eyes…



When the evil king took over…

Shining bright was the sun,
Smiles filled around,
As my heart went on a high swing,
Flying high over the clouds,
Humming the tune of the birds…

Spring was in the air,
As the flowers danced along,
And the wind carried a bliss
Of mild drizzle and mist…

The dark clouds had always been there,
Hidden above in the blue sky,
Mocking a wicked smile all along,
For it was the evil king,
Able to rule as and when it wished!

My feet was up and above the ground,
That I forgot to notice,
The leaves starting to wither,
The flowers beginning to droop…

A sudden thunder clap,
Blinded my eyes,
Awakening the sleepy mind,
As the spring waded goodbye,
As the birds flew far and gone…

The rain pierced my skin,
Like a thousand sharp knives,
Neither drawing blood,
Nor leaving a scar!

As my yearning heart awaits,
My longing eyes peer through the window,
The same tornado stirring inside me,
Only to shed a single tear,
Hoping for the sunshine to return…



Hostel life…

The nights are the busiest…
Cellphones in hand,
The constant talk,
Or constant texts.

The sudden burst of laughter,
From a far corner,
Joke cracked,
Or bitched upon.

Sleepy conquests,
Dinner plans,
Guy encounters,
And girly giggles.

The breezy lawn,
Cold weather,
Occupied benches,
Smiles on face.

Sunday mornings,
The laziest!
It’s 11, still rooms closed,
Scarce is the lawn!

Life in hostelā¤



I walked,
Past all those living mortals,
Too busy to laugh.

I passed,
For those crooked souls,
Who looked through me.

Like I’m wrapped,
In a magic blanket,
Hiding me beneath.

I ran,
I’m running from things,
Which would never change.

I prefer,
For its the safe haven,
Hidden, yet not !



Book review- Tell me your real story

Tell Me Your Real Story.
Most often any piece of writing you either write or plan to pen down will be a an effect of what inspired you or how you desire to inspire others. The poetess Savita Nair is nothing short of becoming your modern icon. Her thoughts are bold and blarrers right out of the book.

The poems are just one of a kind which is just not the usual ones that you would read or expect to be in every other poetry collection.

Poetry, I guess had a significant feeling which is just like a song or your favorite book. Its an escape from the world, a heavenly adobe for the writer and the reader as well. The poems in this book says how the world as it exactly is, never an escape.

Some of the poems in the book were genuinely great and it pushed me to read it over and over, which in turn explains my late review for the book!

The things that run inside a 20ish women’s mind about first dates, work, home, dates, Friday nights ,men, love, breakup , and to all the other wired feelings that run around like crazy in the mind were all been fished out and given words but interestingly in a different way.

I’ve shared some of my favorite quotes form the book…

I lost my heart and never found it
To be honest I never tried
Because it felt good to have burnt in passion
Which forever, I thought had died

Let’s not make any compromise whatsoever
And live today, as if we had forever

Good read if you are planning for something out of the routine and different!

Sleepless nights..

The night was more beautiful than ever,
And now my eyes are scared,
For the night may just end,
If the sleep creeps in..

Wide awake ,
Counting the bumps on my ceiling,
Wide awake,
Listening to the crickets sing..



An ex-affair..

A good cup of coffee will get me going,

Yes, with two cubes of sugar,

And no, I ain’t dieting.


That was my regular dose,

But never like gran’s drugs,

Not even close.


Until one day, the routine broke,

The bitterness suddenly took over,

Making me choke.


Wasn’t it your favorite drink?

You may ask !

But right now, we just don’t sync.


Was it not hard to end up things

Dusting your relationship

Which now never rings?


Oh, why not ?

When it is possible with people with souls,

This is just a beverage without goals !



To that girl in the mirror

Why ! Are they tears ?
Flowing by silently
Still making a wave

Because someone said
You are just not worthy enough?

Because your heart aches
Thinking you might fall?

Because your tiara
Fell and broke to a million pieces?

Because you are alone now
And never known loneliness this far?

Because there is a silent battle
Pain and scars?

Don’t you worry then
For it is not bad as it seems

There is always ample sunlight
After a dark night

There is always ample love to life
After a hard fight!


Just that and nothing more..

The hidden peaks,
And sneaky smiles..
Fewer the words
Greater the nods..
The short stories dragged,
Still eager for more..
Waiting for a wave,
Nothing more..
For the smile in you
And me..just nothing more !

gift pic

The Gift by Danielle Steel- A book review

Danielle Steel books are known for their emotional factors and touchy segments. This book adds up yet another color to the already brilliant rainbow of the Steel books. The story picks up pace in the first half but the un-put-down-able factor recedes in the second half of the book. But all of it makes up to the total theme and value that the books depicts.

The story stars with a little girl named Annie Whitaker and the happiness that she had brought about to the family of Whitaker’s.It is Christmas time and when everyone thinks that their life could not be more better, a thunder strikes in the family as they lose Annie. The death of the child would alter the family ties forever, until one fine day when Maribeth walks into their lives.

Tommy Whitaker, the loving elder brother of Annie, devastated by his sister’s death would instantly get attracted to the sixteen year old pregnant waitress, Maribeth. The travel of 250 miles would suddenly start to make some sense to Maribeth as the book reveals. Tommy would be pictured as having an exceptionally good heart like the typical male characters whom we can find only in novels. The birth of Maribeth’s baby and the happiness that it would finally bring about to the Whitaker’s family makes the book worthy to try.

E-book version is available for free. TheĀ paperback lovers like me, can grab a book and get going with it.

My favorite quote from the book :


I felt like this captured the whole essence of living and giving something to others in the process.