Set her free…

Release her ,

So she is relieved

of your constant memories

tied tight to her tender heart

weighing up her being that

drowns her in the sea of sorrows,

Let her breath free ,

Your constant reminder is fueling

her despair to burn,

The war of her survival and the

anguish of your death is the constant

pain she wish to evade to live a

life of her own…

Set her free from your love for her…



Drama of our life…

The Creator , the director,

Reverse this play,

To rewrite the scenes

As his ways,

And give us an entry,

when he fancy’s,

The costumes we wear entitling

our role,

The scenes and dialogues

defining our goals,

We become a Hero or a villain ,

Not by choice but by chance,

The drama that is our life proceeds,

To it’s end,

leaving a aching desire

for others to follow our suit,

Or a consuming hatred to rip us apart,

The roles we play defining this soul,

We the puppets in his hands playing

our roles…


I gift back your love…

You come with a rose and a chocolate

to console my suspicious mind,

The colour I never favoured

and the taste I never savoured,

Once a solid love ,

Now on a fragile path,

To hold or let go?

The years enriching our souls

With different songs,

Whose uniqueness of music

colliding with the other,

The beauty of the symphony

Lost to the ears,

On this day of love,

To flourish the goodness left in me,

I release you from this bond,

So I retrieve my truth and peace.


Wanders a lonely soul…

Climbing the highest of the peaks,

Swimming the deepest of the oceans,

Roving the plains and deserts,

Wanders a lonely soul,

It straggles through its thoughts,

Searching for the source to connect,

It’s cracked soles begging for a heal,

Wanders a lonely soul,

Oblivious of the period or territory,

Ignoring the heart’s bewildered cry,

Trying to find its solace and peace,

Wanders a lonely soul,

To escape the predicaments of life,

And find a vent to release,

To rediscover the lost hope,

Wanders a lonely soul,

Answers unveiling even

more questions,

Prolonging the journey to the

Discovery of self ,

wanders a lonely soul…


Pursuit of happiness…

Do you know me?

I think not.

I am a face in a crowd,

Navigating the days as you,

A name as my identity ,

A commoner like you,

I pace this journey as you,

Unfilled wishes filling the buckets,

Waiting for a miracle to happen,

I survive the days with dreams

And sleep the nights with despair,

Happiness is what I seek,

As every other creature that breath,

Where do I find mine?

If you could sympathize with

my plight please do share an

insight or two ,

Is it in the money I earn all day long?

Is it with the people I call my own?

Is it through the faith of god?

Is it by the content of the heart? Or,

Is it the wisdom of the mind?

I do understand yours and mine

may differ,

And each pursuit of happiness is



Duty of birth…#daily post# sympathize

The wars of acceptance fought within

the conflicts of the controversies

nagging the conscience,

so the layers of the hidden

Pandora box open to

release the accumulated

emotions breaking the barriers

of the self and identify the

individuality of each to

mutually sympathize with all

crushing the differences

to glorify the victory with

love and respect to empower

the oneness of the breed is

the duty inscribed on this birth.