Agnostic’s letter to himself

Far atop the pinnacle I see

There is a fire – what might it be?

It is a will, a will to infuriate and burn, to condense the mist

Infuriated by my own mist, wandering, is me

Sniffing, coughing, shaking, trembling

Basically, struggling, you see

When my fears festered far over my will

A young fire got lost within me

No motivation, no passion

Rid of dedication, essentially

How would I ever reach to the top of the hill?

Caught in the darkest of my aura,

There stood a glistening tree beside me.

It smiled, was undefiled, an eternal beauty

It’s branches started spreading gradually

Reaching to the top of that hill

I landed on it’s branch, it automated me

Agnostically weird, ironically swayed

Automatically, I reached to the top of the hill

Flabbergasted, when I was on the verge

Of transition to a blind believer, the tree smirked at me

It pounded, I got grounded and astounded

As if a dream ended suddenly

I saw a town, when I looked down

It’s name was “belief in me”

Lightning crashed, brain abashed

There were many ways leading to the town

Whenever a way closes it’s path

Many other’s will lead to the inner me

Fire infuriated, sniffing vanquished

I learned the importance of belief in the darkest of times

I found a way, I went down the way

Do the same; I’ll find you and you’ll find me




Impalpable Rants

Here today, I see no wind above the horizon,

That once had the will to fleet and stun all lives.

I am on my porch standing with my arms wide open,

To utmost nothingness but a faded sillage.

Urged to the weakness of my will to see a phantom,

That glided through cries and flattered its vanity.

I murmured not long before a beam pierced through,

To unravel a bend within the passage I nearly sunk into.

How an unspoken tale yearns to be heard,

By eyes that flipped through its pages recklessly,

But Oh! Crying out to the unsighted, would they hear

My words abounded with stillness?

Hanging unwoven threads of hope, is it true

That I would plummet to an endless descent?

Clenching my fists around an unattested spar,

Will I have my footprints marked again on home? 

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A letter to her

From the dew on perfectly mowed grass

To the first proton of sunshine

There exists a time

When I lay wide awake

Imagine my plight

And that separation fright

Imbecile thoughts

That whirls up the biggest sandstorms and the worst droughts

How gently you started talking to me again

Told me how confused I am

When fervor of seclusion kicked me hard

I am super afraid of going back to the start

And making the same blunder

Setting me asunder

Of you

But the worst thing is, I never knew

My mistakes

You never told me

There was no one to hold me

And introduce me to the ghost which daunted the very core of my soul

When we stopped texting, calling and all

Are you still at the same crossroad where you were months ago

Or are we ready to start things again and ready to go

Ready to ride

Ready to fly

Or is my thinking too wry

And you still feel the same about me

Are you the same to me?

Please try trying.


A light

light of hope

We fear. We fear to express. We fear the consequences. And correctly so. Only a fool won’t.

Far, far away in a mystic land
Deep down a ghastly cavern
There emerged a light
It may never reach out to the woods
May never see even a sprout
But I know secretly
You will find it out
I’ll be relieved, and relieved to the core
The day I see you again
Standing by that shore
Standing naked in that light
The light that emerged that day
When I was in a state of fright
When nothing seemed like right
When it was all too bright
Only in the hope of might
My soul found it’s ecstasy
The day you found that light

via Daily Prompt: Relieved

Sheyr-O-Shayri #1

खुदी से लड़ कर खुदा बनाया तुमको

हर मर्ज की दवा बनाया तुमको

यूँ तो इल्म मुझे सब था तेरी हसरतों का

पर पागल इस दिल ने सिर्फ अपनाया तुमको

Say you’ll come back to me

When even after getting cheated, your optimism doesn’t break, you are exposed to this world’s cruelty. Being used. But somewhere your heart wants to adjoin everything back, yet again, even knowing that maybe, it is not possible. The following poem describes that emotion.

Do you feel the blood rush?

Do you even care?

For I be shivering too long


In this summer air.

Been waiting for you

In this night of terror

Feeling the wind slapping me

Dusk to Dawn

And never seemed like you’ll betray me

But, let’s face it my dear

You are gone.

Optimism didn’t break

I am still standing by that lake

Where you first kissed me

Your hands first touched me

Bring that magic land back to me

Because I have been long exposed

Please, say you will come back to me!

via Daily Prompt: Exposed

My Nightingale On Trees

Dedicatedly yours 😉

Finally my soul found its morning

The dew set at ease

Please say you won’t go today

My nightingale on trees!

I am getting lost in this hurricane

Of emotions and choices

But I set myself free

Free in the blossom of spring

And love songs is a real thing

Harp and Cello’s dulcet notes raining

Pouring me with thrill

Roses scare me

But never thought it will be brill

What can i say when i say

That you are everything I want

Oh, walk away.


Let the ghost haunt

But I say this by heart

In silence of the lightning thunder 

Hear it closely mate

These are my thoughts

I’ll be close to you, living, dead or even in droughts

So, fly back to me and make the moment freeze

Because you can’t be gone

For long awaited dawn

My nightingale on trees!