Mental Health

I see you but I don’t,

A light so far away its out of reach.

Breathing an accessory to live,

Everyday a challenge.

Help at hand ,

Only if reached out for.

Getting up ,a task

What is wrong with me , they ask.

Depression is an ailment they say,

To get out is what they all pray.


Dedicated to mental health day.


The one that got away

A feather touch,

Heightened sensations.

Our time together,

Memories it became like a gentle swaying feather.

Flying away slowly,

Sometimes up and sometimes down.

Just within reach,

Yet hard to get hold of.

Bless the happy times,

For you were the bird that got away.


Tiny life

A dream, so far away,

Small smile was just needed to brighten up their day.

Tiny feet and hands grazing her face,

Tears aflow abundantly down her cheeks.

Struggle of the past,

All a breeze.

For in worth of a life,

The journey to the goal was filled with hope and belief.


Dedicated to all couples struggling with their battle with infertility❤️❤️

Virgin dream

A sanctity of mine,

Broken tonight.

A cry and a tear,

Pleasure unlimited to bear.

A holy virgin till this moment,

You came along like an evil satan.

Ravishing me with unabashed passion,

We finally completed our sacred union.


Time immemorial

A ‘yes’ was all it took,To make what was mine yours.

A life in me,

Name be yours.

Little bit of courage,

Bravery in abundance.

‘No’ was all you said,

Running away was all i did.

New life set foot soon,

“A name “, he asked pushing me into gloom.

Replica of you , life was cruel,

In remembering you i was doomed for time immemorial.


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.