The Frankenstein Awoke

The hazy azure sky
Of this world of borrowed dreams;
How do sapiens exist
On this abode of growling screams!

Free Me!

“Free me!” She cried.

Every tissue of her body running away from her

Trying to break the shackles

Moaning in harsh growling cackles

I am Surreal...

Try knowing me with all your heart,

You will still not know me,

For I differ in a million ways

From what you see me to be.

I Wonder...

Where do you get that strength from?

That adorable calm form?

That unending supply of love

That caring demeanour?

Ruins of a Poignant Mind

Treading down the station platform

With heavy steps to board the train,

A strong breeze brushed against my cheek

And kept me pushing at odds with the trail.

We Don’t Want Solutions!

Lately, I have been depressed. No, this is not any Deepika Padukone-ish revelation that I am making in front of the entire world trying to be brave. I am just saying it because I know I am and let’s face it – most of us feel depressed at least some point of our life.

Diary of a Doughty Bride-to-be!

Was it love, or just a hazy dream?

I wonder why I feel so indifferent and mean!

Love never dies, they say

So, was it all just a play?