Category Poetry

A wish for my death

Nothing more, nothing less.


नो टाइटल

A Hindi poem

rehaai TV series poster

Music and lyrics

A beautiful song discovered almost completely by accident

Your love

Yeah I know. I’m pathetic.

Psychdelic Yang by Shu Gara


So it begins.



A short poem about the feeling. Nothing enlightening.


Prayer to my thoughts

A twilight prayer

Grand ambitions

Set the bar too high and you’ll break your neck just trying to look at it.

A girl I know

Not just another girl

The poet within

The words within you ache to come out.

To have written

A poem about the bane of writers – the writer’s block.

The front part of the bookmark

Take time to read

We had a bookmark contest in office. So I did what I do best; I wrote a poem on the topic.

Conversations at midnight

What happens when lovers meet?

The pen to my destiny

Written as a reply to a poem by someone else. An expression of independence.

A thousand times over

Inspired by the line “Amir agha! For you, a thousand times over.” from ‘The Kite Runner’ by Khaled Hosseini, I wrote a poem.

Darkness, my love

There is someone who loves you dearly and dotes on you. Only you never realize it.

The men among men

The hope for a future.

And It Rained

A poem Inspired by Bob Dylan


Dedicated to Mom.

I am

I have always believed in the phrase “It’s all in the mind”. This poem explains why.

The meaning..

Adolescent quest for meaning, expressed in the form of a poem.

Cigar aur Beer

A Pathetic attempt at sardonic humour in poetry. That too in Hinglish! *hides face and hopes to die*

My Mind – The Barrier

Someone asked me if my mind was acting as a barrier to my thoughts and expression. This was my reply.

Those cheeky raindrops

Written for a girl with whom I was madly in love.

The Never Ending Conflict

Written when I was about 14 years old. I had just read a poem by Vikram Seth, the Mouse and the Snake. I loved it and was inspired to pen down a long poem of my own and so I did.


I had just read “Hound of the Baskervilles” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the description of the plot in the Novel was so graphic that I instantly got up and had to write this. It haunted me for another two days!

No time for leisure

Swami Vivekananda, here I come!

The paradox called life

The dawning of a realization.