Tuesday, 15 November 2016


As I walked on the land 
Containing ruins of culture and history 
The morning rays started 
Reflecting the enshrined spiritual beauty

The silent solitude of unscathed monuments 
Testament to the grandeur of glorious empires

Tracing along the whimsical Tungabhadra river
Stone chariot, dancing figures and the musical pillars
Scattered granite boulders, rocks and stones
Alive in mythological story, I never felt alone

A ride in coracle boat
Soothing and exciting at the same time
Watching the sunset over the mountain
Slowly I sublimed

Astonished by the architectural majesty 

Inspired my thoughts, as I write this poetry

Saturday, 5 November 2016

Longing for love

The tiny splats of morning rain
Weaving a gauze of fine mist
Reminds me of your sweet lips
Waiting so long to be kissed

Droplets tumble down in gentled sighs
Slowly settles with its glints and glows
Reflecting the depth of your beautiful eyes
Hiding the emotions like a simple prose

Hazy memories hovering like the dark clouds
And dimly dawn still prolonging the light
So, I close my eyes again and dream
To feel you close and hold you tight

Friday, 28 October 2016


Photographs are the return tickets
To the moments otherwise gone
To feel the warmth of your lover
While looking at them, all alone

Even the imperfect clicks
Takes you to the perfect moments
Just like the magic tricks
Forever they capture the romance

With every flick a new emotion
Tingles in the depth of our heart
For others, tiny details might not matter
But for you thoses are the most beautiful part

Thursday, 27 October 2016

Just move on

All you ever see is my disdainful behavior
And now I don't know what else to say
I don't know why you can't grasp
That we no longer deal it the same way.

Every time we talked about us
We end up with more hate and swear
You don't seem to understand
The different scars, we both wear

Thousands of time I told you that you are worth more
With a hope someday you'll believe it
Be happy about the time spent together
And proud with this decision, like the way I see it

You don't have to hold on to what's long gone
Leave your past back, live your life and just move on

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

The monk

Distinguish looks with his entwined long braid
And sandalwood paste on the broad forehead
His eyes looks tired and sleepy
Yet his mind is calm
No desires, no affairs, no distraction
Just breathing and chanting his psalm

No bewildering thoughts about the relationships
No debt to pay and no rules to follow about how to live
The lone wanderer sailing without a direction
Can take decisions without a fear of rejection

Gave up the luxuries of life
Only a single cloth to wrap his body
Now the whole world is his home
And he has found himself in an unsung melody

Saturday, 22 October 2016

City of pearls, Briyani and Nizams

After exploring almost every monument more than once (and some of them, more than, I can keep the count) for last one and half year in Delhi, a city where ancient and modern blend seamlessly together, now it’s time to move to a new city for next three months for my mandatory training of Central Secretariat service. Like always did lots of research over the internet about Hyderabad (the city of pearls and Nizams), already hooked by the legacy of magnificent palaces, mosques and tombs on the one side of the city to the other pole- Hi-Tech City“Cyberbad” with malls, multiplexes, clubs, pubs and restaurants.
Earlier in my life, I had lived in Jaipur, Kolkata and Delhi, each of them has its own pros and cons.
I love Jaipur, mostly because it's the least crowded and clean city(after Chandigarh). A city, I can relate to the perfect virgin bride that typical Indian family search for with all the good qualities.
But the Kolkata to me is more or like the one night stand always compelling to stay a little more.
And the Delhi, well it's the capital of my life, I have been to other places but every time I come here, it's like a homecoming for me. I know it's the most polluted and crowded one of all, but this city is more than just an experience. Delhi is like the affair for the lifetime.

Not much, I had heard about Hyderabad other than its famous biryanis     (I hope, the first biryani I eat there, live up to its name). So for next 3 months, I'll be strolling in the streets, parks and the monuments, where, once upon a time Qutb shah and Nizams walked and I love places with undeniably admirable beauty and bewildered iconic past.

Hyderabad now the capital of newly built state Telangana but the vehicle license plates still referred to AP(Andhra Pradesh ) so not much changed there . For me almost everything was about to change for next 3 months, the food, the weather, the culture.
But, what I am going to miss the most is talking to her while looking into her eyes and watch her smiling face and holding hands and long walks.

Tuesday, 30 August 2016

Passion of love

We lay in a blanket under the moon and stars
the white-silvery light reflecting off your skin
Highlighting some areas and ghosting some
As I explore you like a place I have never been

My fingers skating along your smooth curves
and the excitement of joy I can feel in your nerves
Light kisses trailing along the chromatic line
this pleasure is like a hidden treasure, hard to find

Whispering the poetic rhythms in you ear
You know my every next movement like a seer
Now our entangled delight reaching their top
you want me more and more and not to stop

Slowly the irresistible passion of love pouring out
and our exuberant souls flouting like feathery clouds

Friday, 26 August 2016

Just to tell you

Words are not enough
To show my love
But most of the time
It's only words with what I am left with
Just the thoughts of telling you my feelings makes the heart melt
I try to string the words to show what I had always felt
"All this time
about you about us"

Like, how many times I have tried to mend
To say something meaningful & be a good friend

But the time passed and gap widened
We hardly spoke and now I am frightened
Frightened that I might not say right words in right order
As this gap of silence is becoming deeper and wider

Now not saying anything is easy

& the seldom smiles we share are the only treat 

Be happy and live

In all the agonies, anxiety & expectation
where everyone trying to make reputation
So busy achieving the delusion goals
hardly had time to care about own souls

The simple pleasures felt as an innocent child
were long forgotten in this race
The responsibilities that came with youth
left no time to enjoy that important phase

Now feeling betrayed by the passing time
as losing energy & turning old
Even with a purse full of dimes
can’t do anything with the earned gold

And the answers he was searching
were not so profound and deep
In those last few moments left, he realized

all he ever had to do was “be happy and live” 

Wednesday, 13 July 2016

Life as we know it

Learning the bitter truths and the hideous lies
Know my mistakes but seems hard to apologize
Hardly happy but always wear the mask of smile
As materialist world has overshadowed the beauty inside

My innocence is robbed, I am no more pure
And the soul is trying hard to feel secure
As things happening that I never desire
Always in a quest that might inspire

Living along just day by day
It’s unpredictable yet all part of play

Monday, 27 June 2016

Happy Birthday legand

The “angry young man” phenomenon left talented music maker RD Burman in the woods.RDB songs that deserve a listen, from that terrible decade when film music had reached its lowest ebb in film history.