Thursday, December 1, 2016


Whoa! Did I really see that?
Were those thoughts borne in my mind
I refuse to acknowledge them
I disown them here and now
The images, the conversations
Couldn’t have been mine
Then how did they find their way into my dream
I relinquish my ownership over them
I solemnly declare that
The characters and the events in my dream are purely imaginary
And bear no resemblance with reality
Freud! I know you not!
The thoughts and events projected in my dream
are not manifestation of repressed thoughts!

Thursday, September 29, 2016


The fragrant vapours of truant memories 
swirled up in hazy fumes ,
stirring a turbulent rustle in the heart 
and the eyes misted over…

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Amorphous musings

reticence misconstrued as aloofness
loquaciousness assumed as friendliness
why does amiability need to be verbose
silence can be sincere and not sinister

Please let me be...

I want to become increasingly silent,
especially on the outside,

I don’t want to be dragged
into the clamour of noises around me.

I want to remain untouched
by all the brouhaha around me, about me.

I want to remain stable, balanced,
in spite of everything.

I want to watch, I want to listen.
I want to remain silent.
I want to be ‘allowed’ to remain silent.

I don’t want to worry
about how people might judge me
for wanting to be left alone.

I want to creep inside me,
deep within the
innermost recesses of the mind .
And I want to remain there.

No heal, no repair

That the written word
could reverberate  loud
louder than thunder

That the written word
could scorch right through the soul
leaving in its wake raw , acrid blisters

That the written word
could leave one writhing
in painful anguish

That the written word
could fester and foment
as scratches on the heart

for a long time to come...

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

The soul flies high....

The tinkle of my anklets 
had become silent with time
And now a whiff from the past 
Stir sleeping memories
No anklets on my feet
And yet the chime resonates
There is no dais
And yet my feet they dance
to a soundless melody...

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Ambushed by shrapnel words searing the soul piercing, lacerating vitriolic volley

bloodless wounds never to heal Invisible scars Silent screams Unshed tears Unspent fury

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