Thursday, December 31, 2009


11 April 2009

That lonesome leaf,
Where I wrote your name
Still clings on,
As autumn wins.
Very soon it shall pass away too,
Bur who cares for a broken wing?

That Ocean breeze knows,
Where your footsteps lie.
It whispers those secrets to the waves,
So I try to bribe the shore,
But what will melt the sea
That died long ago?

May be the leaf foiled the wind
And fell somewhere near your feet,
May be the sands turned against the sea,
And took me there where you hid,

But never did it made the blind know
that every time it was the mute ,
who tried to show him her love …

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Santa Clause

May be am crazy, thats why i drove all around 
the city hiding gift at my friends places.

Am crazy not cause i tried to be a santa clause,
but cause i did this on 24th December.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009


23rd December 2009

It took 7 months for him to say those words
that I took 7 seconds to understand long back..

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


sometimes i feel myself as a burden in your life?

if burden are what that  makes me alive,
and gives me a strength to walk ahead,
whose absence makes me dead,
 then yes you are.
Run away, and without roots i shall die

Saturday, December 12, 2009


All the leaves had millions holes
the way sunrays were filtered
through it was brilliant.



Am so habituated of holding a hand while i walk,
that am not able to walk alone anymore.


There were a thousand whispers at night
of a heart being broken
not once but many times.
And now the ice has
become so cold, that it wont break anymore.


I asked my brother to bring a stone from me
in between a wedding in a big hotel.

And he did.

i had a stone collection once.

Now  i have a stone that means a lot more than a collection.

Friday, December 11, 2009


today i was out,
i saw three bend coconut trees.
i lost the pic. :| 

I miss my friends.

the worst thing is to miss people when they are near,
than when they are at distant.


tell your mother why you avoid.

she loves me a lot.

I cant.

I wont actually


whatever may happen ,i will . i definitely will.

If i ever do that, i wont wait for your words to be true.
just that you have said it, will help me stay.

I know i am bad when, i know things  yet i pretend not to.


Terraces are beautiful.
I sat there all alone
for hours and cried a few drops.

Thursday, December 10, 2009


You were there.When i needed a shoulder.
silent. At a distance.
yet there.
And all those songs i played,
you hummed
i was listening to them. 
and just holding the book ,not studying.


so all doors closed?

but as the wind
touched my skin,
i miss that
every breathe
i used to hear
when we were near.

your photo

i kept staring at your photo.
when my mother scolded
me saying i was
before the pc from noon
to night.

And i wish
i could watch you all
night and the morning
wont shine.


It took 2 years for a relationship
to break that didn't even took
2 months to last.

And I laughed.

 has it really ended?

the same terrace where i sat alone for hours. 

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


All doors closed, and locked

Tuesday, December 8, 2009


Are you okay?

i cant be unless my people are.
i can act till then


As she walks
through woods
or sleeps in shells,
Like a wildflower
beside the road,
let her invisible
shelter follow
her till dawn
and the morning
upon her.

be safe and good.

I wish my angels to be safe and good.

bulls and fish.

The Bulls risk themselves 
into water 
for a fish that could never
walk with them on ground,
that has got just tears and 
never deserved their care..

A sick selfish fish.

Monday, December 7, 2009


why did you hurt her?

trust me i didnt wish.
i dont know how  and when..


my shoes betrayed me ,

yet i walked all the way to my friend's home,

and when the door came

i returned without

knocking it.

Saturday, December 5, 2009


my cousin brother  introduced me to a  gathering saying-

'she is the most talented and  down to earth person of our
entire family generation and showed my art work to everyone,

when my mother said what is needed is studies and not art.

he said softly
"was  it ever needed to tell her to study, she knows whats best for her, 
she is good in it anyway'

And after a long time i saw how things were.


He said- why are you always miserable?and your words too?

for now when you know they were miserable,
It was because,
they were counting their last breaths,
now they are dead.

- something i never replied him back

Friday, December 4, 2009


I cant help , if people are leaving
to make me happy.

understand what makes me happy first?


never again will i write in love

for she might steal my words again
never again will i fall in love
for she might steal my heart again

- By bhaskar.

Thursday, December 3, 2009


Long back.

A lion fell in love with the lamb.

In between.

the lion killed her.


the lion regrets.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009


Walking away
like a nomad,
from closed doors
to glassed windows,
she wears a body
against the cold,
with all her names lost,
as she gets a shelter
built of
rain and snow.

let her grow
as an oleander.
what if the
ornaments are lost?
from a distance
she shall watch
the angels
turn to gold.

let the rose remain
rooted in locks.
As the seasons
pass away,
people will remember
the dead petals
and tears will
be shed.
may be.

Lost names

The artist cried
for all the names
were lost,
the poet laughed
saying they
were never yours.
Both of them smiled
and left.

From rain to snow,
smoke to roses,
all are beautiful,
n way ahead for an artist's name.
and so for a poet's pen.
no one deserves them.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009


you- Dont you have keys for locks
        on closed door.

Me-   idk locks..keys..doors..
        are there doors and locks?
        or they are just for your eyes?