Cocktail rings to bell the charms,

Every ornament that adorns your arm,

Each for every battle you won,

Millions that bind & become one!


Starts with the ring. The ring brings attention to all other jewelry that she adorns. Each of what she wears is symbolic of every war she fought-and won! Because then, she brought many people together, as one: under her reign. Possible figurative meaning: The woman has faced many hurdles. And successfully crossed each obstacle. And so if she wears those jewels, it’s not for herself, but for all those people who she brought under her umbrella reign. Her country folk thank her for her contributions & efforts by showering their love. And those too, she wears selflessly, because of her duties as their leader. In the process, uniting people & making it one big happy family.

This was first posted on the blog in March 2016.

Image Credits: Jeff Simpson



Drowning in your shadow
Bereft of all emotion
You asked, and I simply let go
Taking over the reigns of my life
A witness to my crimson glow.


This post was first published on this blog in February 2017.

Red & Black Dream

Under the dusk of your kohl-veiled eyes
And the doting of bright-red lips,

Imagining the infinite possibilities
My heart soars..skips a beat.

Warm, tender manoeuvers
Inviting me close to belief,

A red and black nightmare
Unfurling like a dream.

This was first posted on this blog in February 2016. I’ve come a long way since then but its sophistication and the thought still engulf me completely. I was moved when I had finally finished this piece. And isn’t that what writing is? Finding the words to express the ineffable 😀 I do hope you guys love this as much as I gush about it! 


Ghost Feet

This little poem is about that moment when you long for your better half. In the morning, even when the bright sun has risen, it seems all grey because of their absence. Being habitual of their embrace, and their warmth, your feet feel alone in a bed for two. 

Grey dawns this sunlight,

when it doesn’t seem so right

shuffling fervently two bedsheets,

your warm embrace doesn’t meet


doesn’t envelope my two cold, trembling feet.

Picture Credits: wetcanvas.com

Hallowed by Time

Every once in a while
I pop in to see
The lone hut with the withering bent oak
The house with the cracking ceiling
The roadside solitary sedan that was
Once an expensive car-on-four-working-wheels.

The broken bench in a park,
The leaf from a low, bent branch.
The dead of a pigeon’s nest.
The dying of the humans rest.

The buried old in my home,
The ragged rolled in your dome,
The distressed dump at my house,
The carefully clumped in your shroud.

Once in a while I try to see,
Twice of these days, I long to see.
The love in the eyes of the old.
The longing for every one of their own.

The sweat in each brick of the crumbling house,
The beehive along the sides of the hut.
The birds making a nest in the ye old oak.
The dog making a home in the vintage baroque.

I see the impaired ant that waits
for its sunrise death when weak,
It drinks the last dew drop that
hangs from the dwindling pale sprig.

I venture daily,
only looking for reasons,
I see everything going,
advancing to the heavens.
Living by the day,
and season to season.

Slowly encumbered, ultimately aging,
Finally defeated, definitely dying,
Ultimately succumbing to the
Dreaded death wish defined.

This post appeared on this blog for the first time in October 2015, when I had only very recently started blogging.

Featured Image Credits – Photographer-Niki-Feijens