Friday, 20 December 2013

are moments lost or won?

'What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that's gone forever, impossible to reproduce'

Tuesday, 25 June 2013

grey weather

she kept giving deadlines to herself
extending the time on her watch by fifteen minutes, 
and then another fifteen
and so on
impatient, not willing to accept
holding on to her heart tight
for it not to fall..
the heart, already broken
already fallen
sorrowed eyes,
that watches the time crawl by
in the wait for his call..

Monday, 24 June 2013


when the dreams that
took courage to dream
gets broken..
everything else does.

Wednesday, 27 February 2013


not a day, without thinking of him
how these thoughts keep floating like clouds;
this pain never ends...
and perhaps never will
she felt the connection again
she knows she was being missed,
it choked her
and made her miss him even more.
nothing is worse than two jilted lovers
thinking about each other
bounded by their own emotions
not able to extend the warmth they need and desire to offer
not able to hold each other's hands,
despite holding each other in their hearts.

Friday, 4 January 2013

distant love

both the times she couldn't take her eyes off him
expressionless, gunned stare
knowing not what to feel.
every bit of her got into fast pacing motion,
yet, keeping her still at the same time;
her heart skipped a beat, too many in too less of a time,
watching her own reflection pass by.
universe of emotions blended, becoming one in union
she could never tell
how does one feel watching them just pass by?

the momentary visual
continues to play in her head for days,
with questions, countless as stars
a sigh at the end...
and only unresolved moments again.

Friday, 28 December 2012

this composition and more

so atleast you know what is happening inside my head right now?

Friday, 7 December 2012


in my mind, in my head
this is where we all came from,

dreams we have, the love we share
this is what we're waiting for.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

terry pratchett said it!

'coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving'

so honest, so real.

third eye blind

by the way watching them live
performing this song brought a hurricane...
it will fall short of any words if i try to say why!


she could never tell
when to stop
when to go,
for hours
she would just lie down
listening to the sound of every footstep
thinking its him,
passing those endless hours;
rejoicing his coming or
mourning his further delay...
and at the end,
both made her felt same anyways

she still cannot tell
when to stop
so she just lies down
listening to the sound of her heartbeat
knowing the difference
between the real happiness
& fleeting sorrows
along with these fleeting moments...

how could have she not known this difference for all these years?
nobody really does, i guess

and once that happens, you are just not the same anymore.
its explicit, obvious, an alternate reality that was discovered never before.
until this day.