experience, freedom, life, Poetry


Rebuked, she turned and ran,
Seeking refuge in the up-hill barn,
Anger burnt in her like a dark fire
Inspiring the madness higher.

She felt overwhelmed by its power,
Her life flashed by making her suffer
Anger smirked with pleasure
Ruining her composure for a good measure

The anger caused pain inside
And the pain in turn, will cause
More malice to her hand.
Too terrible to understand

She forced her breath steady
To face her anger she was ready
She saw the still water in the trough
The calm within forced the anger back off

It is when we retreat in anger
We think we burn alone
And there is no balm.
Then the water enters without a sound, always.


Comedy, experience, freedom, life, Writing Challenges

Wheels in Motion

For days, I struggled with the dreaded question – What should I write about? It felt like the pipes in my brain had been welded shut and the old rusty ideas were swirling around desperately trying to find an out. It was like constant rejection where I told myself ” Nope. Not this. Not today”.

These hard days are when I have literally push myself to even attempt writing a few lines. Nothing comes easily and even after trying so hard to focus, I feel like Atlas carrying the world. Even after all the whining and grinding, I just shelve it to start afresh. I cannot tell you how many unfinished pieces are cluttered all around my laptop!


Then there are the easy days where things just click. I simply cannot wait to get started. There are at least five amazing ideas and each one of them turns into something that I would be proud of. Sentences are already taking shape in my head. All I need to do is, direct my hands to the keyboard and type away to glory. The feeling of content that fills me at the end of this is just …. Ah!

Each day is different from the one before and tomorrow is still a mystery. On a few days I struggle and on some I simply don’t. But I realized that what matters is that I continue to write.

Writing is definitely hard work. You have to filter your emotion to the point where you can describe it in its purest form. You have to edit, critique yourself to the point that sometimes self-doubt kicks in. Not satisfied, you subject it to the scrutiny of peers and elders. Even though it may never be perfect you keep at it continuously. Why? Because you are a writer  😉

experience, freedom, friend, life

A Letter to Pessimism

Dear Pessimism,

Subject: Request to Shape up or Ship out

I write this letter to tell you that we are not working out anymore. More often now than before, you pounce on the slightest self-doubt in me and amplify it to scales unimaginable. Every time I find renewed hope and belief, you are patiently waiting to strike again. Your force is beyond measure; Your existence is beyond justification. You make my head spin in vicious circles by posing the conundrum “What If”.  After each bout, I promise to never let myself be controlled by you again. I build higher walls and put more locks but you always manage to find your way back into my head.

I wish we could go back to being how we were in the past. You sought to offer me clarity in thought and sight instead of the mist that swirls inside me these days. I would always look to you for thinking objectively. Whatever you revealed to me was a fact. With a strong belief in self and a pinch of you, I was able to deal with any hiccups in my life. What has changed now? Why are we on opposite teams now?pessimism

I want you to be my friend again; instead of clouding my vision, I want you to be a part of my eyes to see a clearer and brighter future. Can we work this out? Cos how much ever I deny it, I just cannot throw you out of my life.

Inspired by the WordPress Daily Prompt

experience, freedom, life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, world

I’m a Child

I’m a child
I’m supposed to have fun
Instead I toil in the hot sun

I’m a child
I’ m supposed to have friends
Instead I’m alone in life’s bendschild_labour

I’m a child
I’m supposed to relax n play
Instead I work hard all day

I’m a child
I’m supposed to have an education
Instead I daily fight starvation

I’m a child,
I’m supposed to have a childhood
Instead my wishes aren’t understood

I’m a child,
All I want is to live my age,
Someone to save me from this cage

I’m a child,
I hope to have my turn too.
A chance to make my dreams come true!

Poem #18 for National Poetry Writing Challenge

experience, freedom, life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

Remember to Live

Yet another day comes to an end
Spreading colors so dark
I am finally able to comprehend,
I can see the glowing spark

A declining power spreads light
Whispers floating at a distance
Screams shatter silence of night
Marking the rise of resistance sand_hour_glass

The end of the tunnel beckons me
Staggering at the end of my limits.
Roughly brought down to my knees
I relived my entire life in minutes

Lost in material pursuit and strife
To conquer the zenith and sky
Forsaking true happiness in life
Sands of time just trickled by

How much is left to be done,
A lot piled up I have to mend,
How much have I not done,
This isn’t how I wanted it to end

Eventually the sun came out
The rainbow paints the sky
My ashes scatter all about
The death of a darkest lie

Each day could well be your last
Gift, is each moment you survive
So break free of this evil cast
And always Remember to Live

Poem #9 for National Poetry Writing Month Challenge

experience, freedom, life, roads, world

Highway to Hell

Highway to Hell

Not the AC/DC song, but the tale of hell on our highways.

I feel I must acknowledge that there are probably VERY few exceptions.


Constituting the major chunk of public transport oft gives them the right to stop anywhere on the road. Leftist, Rightist or center, you dare not question them. More often than not they realize at the last minute to take a turn and of course end up taking a mute turn.



Zipping across the roads at speeds not less than 90kmph is considered an insult. They have superpowers to squeeze through gaps which even mice would find daunting. Add the callousness towards traffic rules and the compelling need to demonstrate their dexterity in biking skills by driving with one hand, wheeling etc ,  you have a disastrous mixture for perennial accidents ready!



Jarring sounds resonating throughout the road effectively masking the direction of origin. Best way to get on someones nerve on the road. The power of this is truly felt when the traffic doesn’t move despite the green signal.



Disrupts the social hierarchy of power. Whether you own a Benz or a Bajaj scooter or whateverbe the horsepower of your ego, potholes don’t flatten. A scooter simply overtakes a truck by swinging left and the latter is left behind lagging.



Ever deaf, non-caring jaywalkers. Given that the roads come from the tax payers money, they somehow have it in their heads that they are to be proclaimed “kings of the road” and every one else HAS to stop to give them way!


Traffic lights

It is hard to believe that these 3 small round lights can be such tortuous testers of patience. The mad acceleration to just make it to the signal and the cussing and the anxious wait that follows for the signal to turn green. Sometimes ignored by the users of road who seem to follow the lights flashing in front of their eyes.

The roads belong to man and animals alike; Such is the reverence shown that, the entire traffic diverts itself to accommodate a family of cud-chewing buffaloes/cows out on their evening stroll. In effect the holy cow becomes the cop and the cop a holy cow.


Parking Facilities

Eternally full and even if you are lucky enough to spot a vacancy, one needs to be cunning to snap the place. If you think getting in is hard, getting out of these is even worse. Searching frantically for the parking slip and cutting across lines of parked vehicles, you would heave a sigh of relief to be out of these.



With the combination of all the above, they know no bias. These maligned roads with their potholes, manholes and speed breakers are strict enforcers of liberty, equality and fraternity. Also, they seem to serve those who stand and wait, the best!

Long live the roads!


Blogging and Freedom Of Expression

Expressing one’s thoughts and views was earlier restricted to the family or a set of few close friends unless the person was a public speaker with good credentials or a celebrity to whom people would bother to listen to. Envelopes were in vogue those days with information sealed and addressed to a particular sender. The exceptions were writers and journalists who knew what they were writing. All this was before the advent of the internet and before personal computers had much more to do than just personal things.

When Internet took over, e-mails replaced letters in the twinkling of an eye. Nowadays it is very rare to come across people who take effort to write long lengthy letters and post it. The new phenomenon of “blogging” has come to spread opinions and information at speeds and magnitudes which were unknown earlier. It has taken off as a low-cost (rather free) way for individuals to publish online. It is just enough to own a personal computer or a laptop connected to internet to make your voice heard!

That brings us back to the issue of “expressing one’s thoughts” – the freedom of expression which virtually has no limits whatsoever. When attempting to publish blogs, people tend to narrate experiences from daily life which may indirectly point fingers. As long as the sensitivities of the issue and feelings of the people referred to are taken into consideration, there will not be any controversies. There have been several discussions on whether the content of such blogs have to be regulated or not. I personally feel doing so would be denying the right to freedom of expression. Especially when blogs are viewpoints of the writer and are a means to showcase the writer’s passion, regulation of content would be discouraging.

Let bloggers blog! And in peace! We do not require any attention!!