How my brain works :)

Reading between the lines ain’t easy, I tell you,
There’s plenty of What, Why, How, Says Who?,
There’s fanatic obsession,
There’s a desperate need for validation,

The overthinking brain suddenly transforms into a turnstile,
Jumping the gun all the while,
Churning possibilities impossible to construe,
Posing questions that have no answer to –

Until every iota expands into a mindboggling issue,
Until everything said and done seems impossible to undo,

Until something more pressing begins to worry the head,
Beseeching the brain to focus on it instead.


Why I write :)

Coercing. A restraint I shamelessly fail to imbibe
On the myriad of emotions that seamlessly flow by,
Creating a vacuum within,
Taking me to places I’ve never been,
Sweet with happiness and archaically pensive,
Delicately intense, yet desperatively figurative,
Sometimes soft with invisible colours, possibly,
Transforming into the wind beneath my wings, secretly exhausting my melancholy –

I could fill hours describing them, but they wouldn’t be what you’d call poetry,
Raw and scorching, they’re made of figments you’d get bored of or might want to disagree,
But I couldn’t not write about them, I wouldn’t relinquish an experience so inanely tranquilizing,
Because words are all I have, albeit few and impulsively withering.

One step at a time :)

This is a first for me.
“She”, a small collection of my poems is now available on Juggernaut as an eBook.

Here’s the backstory –
A few days back, I had submitted my poetry on Gender Equality and Women Empowerment to Juggernaut in lieu of We The Women Asia fest that was held in Bombay. My entry didn’t make it, but I went ahead anyway and published it on their platform.

So do check it out when you get the time (The book’s free), read, rate, review, and lemme know what you think. It’d mean a lot to me.

Here’s the link to it -> SHE



If woman was meant to be servile, was meant to be the subordinate, God wouldn’t given her the power to think, question or reason. God wouldn’t have created her equal to man.

Man and woman, they are meant to go hand in hand. They’re meant to complement each other, respect each other, help each other out. That’s the only way they’re meant to be, none else.

I try through poetry, in this video, to speak to the world on behalf of every woman I know. I’m pathetic in my attempt, as usual, but do check it out if you get the time 🙂


This one’s for you ❤

This one’s for you – for each of you who –
Stand by me when life is all awry and askew,

This one’s for holding me together when I’m lost and crumbling,
For those silent nudges, and the pats on the back that keep me going,

For putting up with my incessant bawling, for seeing through my farce,
For lending me an ear, for owning me – with my flaws,

For spiffing my insecurities out before they seep through my veins and buckle me down,
For not letting me fall apart during moments of inexplicable self doubt – this one’s for simply bothering to stay around.

For times good, bad and rotten,
For words, occasions and memories that’d be cherished and forgotten –

Happy Valentine’s to you,
You make every day worth looking forward to.

My Universe.

I don’t want to be the invisible remnant in the depths of your distorted cavity,
I don’t want to be the froth that skims around and about, only to be wiped off without a trace,
I want to be the sun – lighting up every moment of your bespoke existence,
I want to be a star, inseparable, irreplaceable – the inextinguishable spark of your galaxy,
I want to be, your very universe.

Can you fall in love?

Can you fall in love?
With someone who exists only in your imagination,
With someone who is just a figment of another’s creation,
With someone who breathes, but only between the pages of an immaculately fabricated fiction,
With someone who relates to your every emotion,
With someone you can be yourself with, without inhibition,
With someone who is just as eccentric as you,
With someone who you always look up to,
With someone you can co-exist with, without the fear of possibly being judged,
With someone you can have conversations with, but only inside your head,
With someone you’d never be able to meet, alive or dead.
Can you?