Seperated but still love you

I hope it hurts you.

I hope your heart aches everytime.

When you hear my song.

You feel yourself staring out of the window.

Wishing one of the faces in the crowd would be mine.

Just so you can see me again.

I hope it hurts everytime it rains.

Since you still picture me.

Sitting by the window with a cup of coffee, lost in the pages of a new book.

I hope it hurts everytime you passby a bookstore

Because you know if I was there with you

I would drag you in the store then you would whine the whole time.

Getting jealous of the fact that books are getting more attention than you.

I hope it hurts when you are walking through a crowded street.

You get a whiff of your favorite smell.

You feel like burying your nose in my hair once again.

I hope it hurts every time you hear a giggle similar to mine, you try to visualize my face and the way it lit up to a joke you just cracked

Honestly I hope it hurts you , because I know I was not just an another name to you.

My sadness

On some days,

My sadness is small ;

As small as a teardrop rolling down my cheek.

And on the others,

It’s too huge to fit into my hands.

It stretches, it expands

And becomes a giant monster.

It visits me on lonely nights 

With lilies and chocolates.

It slits my skin

And pulls out my veins

Like guitar strings 

And plays a strange rhythm. 

It sings gloomy songs to me

And makes me eat bitter memories for dinner.

On some days,

It hides inside my pocket like a baby bird;

And on others,

It holds my hand

Like my lover

And we go out for a walk.

It makes love to me every night 

We blend into each other;

So perfectly that 

We become indistinguishable. 

But when I try to leave,

It screams,



Howls like a wolf.

It throws the crockery at me

And cuts my skin with a knife.

It bites me

And strangles me until I’m out of breath.

Bitter Fact of Life

As life passes by and by

I find and experience 

Harsh realities day by day


Things always do not happen

As we think or dream.

Somewhere or the other

We have to make a compromise.

Do or accept things

Which we don’t like

We have no other alternative too

This is the bitter and true fact of life


When dreams are not satisfied

Or things don’t happen in our life.

As we wish.

It gives us an unpleasant feeling.


When I was young 

I used to feel there is long way to go.

I will do it

It’s not a problem for me.

Youth is always full of dreams and always on cloud 9

We come to ground as our age progresses 

And become aware of the true facts.

Life is not a bed of roses.


We won’t get fruit untill we sow a seed of effort.

Water it ..take care of it.


It takes time for the seed of effort.

To grow up into a tree and bear sweet fruits.

We have to take utmost care of the tree of effort untill it bears fruit.

Otherwise all our efforts go in vain.