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Drown to Death


Lift me up when you’re free
from underneath this pile of memories.
That’s where I refused to sink
but there, my life drowns to death.




Like an autumn hit in my twenties
Spring in my soul sheds all at once.
But to be the saviour of my world,
I will linger and hold on a bit more.

Push me; I’ll dip and crash on the shore,
as I am hollow, floating on the edge solo.
Or let me wait and conquer with light,
people, dreams and hopes of tomorrow.

What if these mountains will move,
as I climb up the stairway of time.
What if my twenties be the beginning
for me to be what I want to be.

hope for tomorrow

Roots & Sprouts




This place owns my flesh and bones, 
and the shattered piece of my tragic soul.
For that, I stand by the rains tonight
to drench, to dissolve and to dream.
Once again I will hold the world in my hands,
along with my faulty stars in a jar,
to feel what ‘Euphoria’ is. Once for all.


“Why don’t you write anything nowadays?”

   Every time I faced that question I spit out some excuse about my final semester architecture studies. Of course, my days were busy.  I have never been this busy in my ‘entire life’!… Okay! I’m 22 but I can say that right!? Anyway, those days changed me a lot. I spent more time outside of “my room”. I would like to call it a “break”.

   I have heard people say we need to take a ‘break’ once in a while. Especially when life gets mad and stumbles across every sentence thinking what’s next. I had those days when I used to analyse everything too much. And I had days I was flying like a bird thinking about nothing. I had to travel to a lot of places. Places which I never expected I would visit in my life. I read a number of books. I met a lot of people who made me smile. But most of the time, I was on my own. And for me, that was the most required break.

   I had often felt guilty about my introverted self for not using every opportunity perfectly. But these days helped me to accept who I am. I stood up for choices and started dreaming what is necessary. I learned that life is an adventure when we do something we thought we cannot. In my past, I was pulling myself into the stereotype society created.
Really? “Stereotypes”? Do you want to believe what society says? Continue reading BREAK


reminiscenceThere is a longing inside me to be at somewhere I belong more than the lust I feel about the memories. I think I leave a part of my soul every time I leave a place where once I felt alive. And every once in a while, that lost fragment call me to that place to reunite with my soul… To feel full… To feel alive..!

Something Silent!

Lately, some small things made me laugh. Like everybody else I was getting hurt. But today many people are around me. There is a small big number of friends and family who make me happy every day. Sometimes I fall into a conclusion that it is this loudness of life which make me move forward. And whenever I stopped talking, my mind became loud…

I was happy as my earphones played “..just call me angel… of the morning angel….” inside my helmet when I was stuck in front of a red traffic signal and honking of many desperate vehicles was piercing through my earphones. I was happy in the cloud of chattering and giggles of my colleagues at office. Daily complaints, questions and worries. The non-stop talk of radio jockey we listened to. The pigeon that rattled the roof. People, dogs, factories, wind… I realized my ears have a big responsibility in making me happy.

I was tired when I reached home. The usual talk with family. Some small phone calls. Sound of kids. Actually sound is something big among the small things. This loudness could make me happy.. made me laugh. But it didn’t make me relaxed. Sooner I plugged my earphones and played my favourites. Nothing made my mind calm. I stopped listening to music and went to the porch and stared at the dark. Continue reading Something Silent!