Category: Travel

Life’s a Dream.

You can’t wake if you haven’t slept Dream if you haven’t wept Life itself is a puzzle What fun if you haven’t played. Daily chores of life Negate the fun, to be precise. Life feels like a circus ring We fake all the laughter…

So, What do you choose?

Falling down is an accident Staying down is a choice; Brilliant are my feelings On this side. Wicked thoughts make my day, It’s easy going when you smile, Let your thoughts flow like water. Shut up and dance, Everything’s gonna be alright, When you…

Poems & Me

Every poem I write A piece of me goes Into the unknown In your mind. My imagery, my thoughts Inspired by the world Created by words Connecting the dots. At times I’m on fire Words and syllables Flow unabrupt Mind doesn’t tire.

Come Around.

Come and take me home, I have been tired enough. Come and show me the way, I have been lost enough. Come and sing me a song, I have been away enough. Come and let sleep befall, I have been awake enough.

Cacophony of Thoughts

I was sitting on the porch, and it was a lazy afternoon. The dry breeze was blowing, and surprisingly, it offered some respite from the heat. in the breeze, i saw a few leaves fall to the ground, saying their goodbye slowly as they…

A Big 💓 for 💯

Progress is progress; no matter how small. Getting to the mark of 100 followers is a small singular feat for some people (the famous ones), but eventually I made it till here. A big thank you to the lovely people out there, for giving…

बचपन की याद

Coming home is like a vacation, the same we took while we were young. Its relaxing, serene and calming. But its hard to be away from home. So this poem is dedicated all those people, with nostalgia associated to their home and job life keeps them away.

Journey of my blog…

If ever there was an award for “The most infrequent blogger ever”, no wonder I would have been the king, dethroning every other for the last year or the previous one before that.

The One where the Higher Authority leaves for home

I may have tried to “man-up” bidding you farewell even though it’s for a week, as I write this, tears start to make their way out, force themselves out in the open. Been together for the last 15 months through thick and thin, it…

The Whiskey Story

The disappearing hangover of the last night was still potent enough to make my voice sound little flat or corny.

The One where The Higher Authority Domesticates the Party Animal.

From a party animal whose blood was composed more of barley and ethanol to being domesticated husband; the journey of change has been quite unexpected.

The Hidden Beauty

In pixels, I cant express The beauty of the place. Only when the air blows Through the hair, can one realize Paradise is where the heart is Heart is where the love is. Love is where we are Silent talks And hushy breaths Winking…