A lone wanderer

A lone fish, a wanderer

Home yet far away,

Travel a pleasure, adventures aplenty underwater,

Smiling at the known, scared and excited for the unknown,

Time Slipping away , journey never ending,

A goal just an eye wash,

For I seek the truth of life ,

And not a definite end.



Waiting for you..

Hours in front of a screen,

Willing it to change from last seen to seen,

Every second a million heart beats,

Your words are my only treat.

Seconds to minutes to hours to days,

Waiting to see your beautiful display picture face.

Friends or more?

Is it love? Did I score?

At last I see the ‘typing..’ word,

Will I be a crushed or a love bird?


The climb

The will to live, a reason to die,

Heaving the burden, I let out a big sigh.

Struggling to go on, wanting to give up,

An option to go back ,

Ever present in front as a Bait.

Huffing and puffing, break the obstacles,

End in sight, omnipresence of excitement lingering everywhere.

A backpack on shoulder, a stick in hand,

Small victory achieved, happiness engulfing my world.

The sun shines bright on my face,

Alas I win my life’s most important race.


Loving yourself

LIMITING his creativity he worked inside a fixed circle

ENNUI present in him each day

Searching for COMFORT and peace , a daily chore

Freedom stuck one day,

As he sat chewing the SPOON during lunch

A thought flashed as bright as lightening, 

Why cage onself when the options were limitless!

He immediately jumped up from his chair knocking it down

Danced his way to his manager’s office

Signed his resignation letter,

Drove home like a mad man

Kicked off his shoes and clothes

Changed into his favourite colour collaged attire

And drew a wonderful piece of art.

Love was yet to come in his life

But he knew when it did, it would be class apart.