The voice in the silence…….

As the voice in the silence,

The stillness in the tempest,

The dream in the darkness,

The purpose of every breath,

The point of  all presumptions,

The smile behind the tears,

The joy after every cry,

You engulf me full to leave

your traces in every of my deeds……..












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That dark, dark room….

This is a poem written by my niece Vrishali, I took the privilege upon myself to post it.




I once threw myself into a dark , dark room

Caressing mourns and portraying doom,

But then, I really did know

that the dark ,dark room

would remind me of the wound and the long forgotten foe

and there nor can I see the sun and dare not the moon.


For the dark dark room conceals

within itself the darkest of nights

that does not reveal

you a ray of  light.


The longer you dwell , the deeper you’re mined

in the dark, dark room, for that is the spell that is cast

that the dark , dark room will forever remain

the darkest chamber of the lost.


Then you may ask,

For what did I lock myself in the dark ,dark room

But my dear friend , it’s tough to put on the mask

that smiles outside and cries within as a loon.


But then I may also ask you , Why my dear friend

Only yesterday did I see you , in the dark, dark room

holding on to a dear heart that you’ve got to mend.


The fact is my dear friend that we all walk in and out

Of the dark, dark room , for we as humans do tend

to hide our face or let down a tear or shout

and cry out of at most fear.


But all of us do fail to understand something

instead of locking ourselves , in the dark, dark room if we move on and sail

past , the river , past the stream past the mountain and hills with those gliding wings.


Feel the gush of wind and 

the warmth of light 

deep through the woods

letting your hands into the brooks

Oh how good! me would feel.


So the next time you feel like running into

nowhere but the dark, dark room

my dear friend think about those woods

where you could mend your heart and revive your soul.


For people who still didn’t understand 

I say , that the dark,dark room does exist

for away into the land of darkness and that of mist

only that some call it the ‘dark room ‘ and some call it ‘ Their Past’ .


Record of memories……

The RECORD of memories

this mind retains to replay,

the sorrows that invades the

peace of the day,

the joy of the moment

that delights the thought,

the lie of the person who

failed the trust,

the goodbye of a friend

with a ache that stays,

the gesture of kindness

with manifold gratitude,

the love that was showered

with a longing and fondness,

the words of a stranger met

long ago,

the face of a playmate

parted with time,

is mostly weird.



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Simple joys of life….

In a time of leisure

as I sit to unlock and

clean the chambers

of my heart,

I JIGGLE with the rusted

keys of  “simple joys of life”

to unreveal my marvelous

 and treasured moments 

of simple joys this life has 

gifted me with but 

buried deep and kept 

untouched for long to 

be forgotten in this

fast paced race of life,

Getting carried away 

by time and place

unwinding the wrappers 

to have a peep,

the memories appear 

as a glimpse in front of

 me with my mind playing

 tricks and  my eyes pregnant

with tears  blurring my sight……..

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Dear friend, we part….

Hand in hand

we stroll the

moon kissed sand,

the waves playing

with the imprints

of our feet,

dreaming about our

SUCCESSFUL life ahead,

the shared joys making

us laugh, and this

valediction weighing

our hearts to cry,

making no promises

we part,

for  my dear friend

I carry a part of your soul

with me for the rest of my life…….

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The first meeting…

I don’t have the experience or 

EXPOSURE for this,

My heart is fluttering fast 

with happiness or fear

I know not,

Thousands of self doubt

engulf me,

I have dreamt of a thousand

versions of this first meeting,

but now I am not prepared

for this,

What if you don’t like me,

What if  I am not good enough 

for you,

It was safe when you were 

within me,

but now as a separate individual,

Will I care you proper,

Thousands of questions in a

flicker of seconds,

Then you open your tiny

eyes to see me,

With all love I hug you,

confusions forgotten.

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