Tag: memories

When my Pen missed the Paper

I remember the time back in my school days, every year I would complete the diaries to their last page, and now I have diary from (I just went back to see) 2015, still incomplete, blank pages after blank pages, still waiting to be drenched by ink in some calligraphical way.

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…

Let me know…

Talk to the rain, Talk to the sun, And let me know what you think Fly with the clouds Fly with the birds And let me know what you hear See the moon See the stars And let me know how calm you feel…

You’re Always Beautiful

Behind the clouds Has risen the sun Waking up the birds And the silent heart. Little gestures of love, That you always show Heaven is where fairies stay Home is the same with you. Daily chores to coffee sips You’re always beautiful, Football matches…

Childhood Tales: Clinics and Doctors

When a doctor becomes your closest friend as a kid; illness doesn’t matter. But when you realize as an adult, your true friend is no more; all you can do is remember him and write.

Booze Says it’ll be All Right

Its Friday night, and when booze flows; it says ” Everything will be all right”

Silent Night, Chaotic Mind

When the world sleeps down, lovers ignite the night. Its like beginning of a new day. Read on for a wonderful poem…

Cadence of Your Voice

We all have been there; felt it. The soothing voice of loved ones act as a balm over the burnt wound. To express the feelings, here’s a short little poem I wrote for The Higher Authority, and now sharing it here… Cadence of your…

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.

Without the Higher Authority – Final Conclusion

Forgot to water the plants today; thank God for the gorgeous weather here (and that I had watered them yesterday), they were still hale and hearty.

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.