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Little did I Know Rain

The flares of sunshine
diluted by passing clouds.
Feet are tapping,
Steadily to the downpour
on the road.
The murmurs of wind,
Locking unknown song
In the air.
When everything still and silent,
I imagine,
the glassy little drops
waiting for caresses
of these artistic fingers.
Somewhere at back
my mother yells
“Clean the windows.”

He is... my cookie monster!

“Mom, I don’t want to go please...”
“Ah! I promise I will get you at evening”
“No buts, it’s getting late, bell is going ring…. Run!”

She expected me to run, but actually she was running towards the parking lot leaving me behind. I dodged the sands with my shoes guessing I could plant my legs inside it.  I watched her back; I did all assured signs with my hands and yelled ‘mom’ to make her look back. But she moved on, not even bothering what her only darling daughter was trying to demand. Meanwhile all my efforts was evident to my P.T master only, he gave me one daring look in return indicating not to open my mouth again.

School is not a pleasant place for 7 years old girl, especially when you have a bully tagging along with you.

Bell rang! I fasten my steps and went straight to IIB class but not without giving a glance at IIA section class. I always wished for that class, it’s not that am having any special friend in it or that class teacher is Motherly Angel. It’s all becau…


The kites are made to fly higher,
Just to block it by tress uproot.
Giving up all our breathing air,
Just fluffy balloons to blown out.
On sea shore building sand castles,
Just high waves to turn them bristles.

When I walk past the memory,
Countless remainder of silly
recorded in my diary,
Inducing laughable belly.
And at the end of the day break,
so many to come all my way.

Poetic: Iambic Tetrameter

Happy Birthday!

Your looks turns odd,
but the thoughts
getting wiser.

You may opt diet now,
But readying to
heavy responsible.

Years and years
may wait ahead
how to make you.
But show them
what you made of.

Its okay!

Its okay to get hurt,
its okay to be in pain,
its okay to die!

P.S: When heaven calls, its okay to die. :P

Blinding the beauty

What is beautiful?
I self said _
the one worthy
to be gazed

What is ugly?
I self said _
the one
not to spare
an another glance.

Now i wonder
why beauty
can be seen
only through eyes,
but can't looking
through hearts?

I think,
its my blindness. :P


Invade noiselessly.
But the silent feel echoes inside,
chambers of our heart.


Nothing is
Everything has
its own space
of existence.

P.S: So don't worry about your spamming. :P

Briyani Goodness

When i see you,
my love for hungry deepens.
With your sour and sweetness
the morals of my taste buds
becomes unseen.

Your captivate aroma
are the magnetic pull.

A spoonful?
Can't it be more...
A handful?
Not enough...
A mouthful?
Oh my loving briyani!


I highly doubt that arranged-marriage should be actually rename as an half-marriage, because it is a term for marrying the anatomy and still leaving the heart as “spinster”. :P

Sink in Solitude

My life

My life is
a downwards ladder,
but still am its fonder.
My life is
an crazy act,
neither am someone,
nor am fully self-one.
My life is
a time-hole,
easily slip into endearments,
followed by thread of regrets.P.S: Anyhow i like my life because am living in it. :P