Who Am I and Why Am I here

Hey There!

I am a learner, just like the rest of us, I am here to learn more and discover more about the world and about myself, through writing and expressing myself. I like to write, mostly poems and more than that, I love reading.

This blog is all about my thoughts and epiphanies, which I try to express in a creative manner through my poetry. So please take your time and read all that I have to say. Let me know about your take on my pieces through the comments and likes!

My Arrogance

They say, 
That I'm arrogant. 
I've heard this, 
Time and again. 
And I've stopped correcting them, 
For I don't know, 
If its okay, 
To tell them, 
That it's not arrogance. 
It's the fear. 
The one that compels me, 
To close the door, 
To contain the torrid fire inside, 
So that it doesn't burn the world outside, 
But only me. 
The fear that entreats me, 
To keep the door shut. 
And Locked. 
Don't open, 
To the slightest creak on the porch, 
Or the loudest bang on the door. 
The one that warns me, 
Don't go out, 
Because your sunlight, 
Will only burn them, 
And they'll leave, 
And leave you burnt,  
More than you already are.

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Of Mornings

I've read plenty of verses on the nighttime and it's beautiful silence
But not many talk about the early mornings. 
The serene mornings, 
That smell of new beginnings, 
Of promises of the day ahead. 
Of hopes, and catching dreams.
And the irenic smell of the morning brume. 
The early mornings,
Of quiet and peace,
Of mellifluous chirping of birds, 
And a comforting ease. 
Of all the bright places, 
Of the ice-blink glow of dawn. 
And the dulcifying sillage of calm and peace for me to last the whole day 

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In The Woods

A crepuscular sky illuminated the evening. I observed how the cold wind bestrew the garden with leaves of the fall. 
Just then, a sudden thunder, accompanied by a loud clap, shook the firmament. The sky is on fire today, I wondered. 
Getting up from my chair, I walked to the back of the garden. The wind had a crisp smell betokening of rains. Beyond the garden, there was a jungle, that I’ve been meaning to explore since the day I arrived. I walked further, into the jungle, the trees started getting denser as I followed the rough trail.
To my surprise, I reached a pool of fresh clear water which was being fed by a small stream. I looked around to ensure no one was there. Stripping my clothes, I stepped into the water. I swam and splashed for a while, before emerging from the water. Lying down on the grass for a while, I closed my eyes, the chirping of birds surrounded me and the crisp smell of the mist engulfed me. 
When I awoke, it was starting to get dark. Dressing myself, I started back to the cottage. Just then, I heard a rustling of leaves, which disturbed the entrancing quiet of the jungle. I strained my eyes to focus, and there it was, covered in a shiny coat of grey fur. It bore a despondent look on its face. Taking a step forward, it emerged form the dark shadows. I stepped forward as well. 
“Hello there” I said, gently. The cat let out a faint meow and came by my foot. 
I gave a gentle rub on its head, to which it responded with a purr. 
“Come with me”, I said as I walked back to the garden. It stood up, on its feet, and followed me. 
Back at the cottage, dinner was ready. I asked the cook to make me some tea and bring out some chicken for my feline guest. That evening, we sat in the veranda, eating our supper in silence, as the rain poured down. 
In that isolated dull, hidden away from the chaos of rest of the world, I found a companion for myself, to dulcify my loneliness.

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How something 
That started of 
As so real and beautiful, 
Became so unreal. 
A horrifying memory,
I'm desperately trying to forget, 
As if it never happened. 
Tell me, 
What is it, 
That made you 
Fall out of love. 
Was it her smile, 
Which lit up 
Fires in your heart, 
Like yours did in mine. 
Was it same as mine, 
Or more beautiful, 
Did it feel same 
As it felt with me, 
Or different, 
And better. 
Was it my 
Constant neediness, 
That pushed you away. 
Or was it my impulsiveness.
Or was it me, 
Who didn't open 
Her eyes to the reality. 
Was it me, 
So stuck in the beauty 
Of what we had,
I forgot to look outside. 
To the reality. 

A Letter To My Younger Self


How are you.

Hope you’re doing good. That’s something that I can only hope and wish, because I know truly how you’re doing. There’s one thing I’d like to know though. If it is possible, do let me know when this letter found you. But I hope it finds you when you need it the most. I want to start off by saying, that keep going and don’t worry. Things will work out, you will get into a college. You will find people that will truly support you, but keep supporting yourself. Yes, be there for yourself, and please do me a favor and just hug yourself right now. Because that’s what you need to learn, to love yourself. That’s what we both need to learn. And do remember, even though I say things will work out, I want you to know, that it’s not going to be easy, and that’s why, I want you to learn to love yourself. Because through this journey of turmoil and uncertainty, the only person that you’re gonna need is yourself. Me. So I implore you to be gentle on yourself, be loving and listen to yourself. A few years from now on, when you’re out of the comfort and care of our home, you’ll have to be gentle towards yourself, because the world out here isn’t that soft. But don’t worry, because you have the most powerful person by your side, yourself. So hold your own hand, hug yourself and keep moving forward. 


Yours truly

Not All Heroes Wear Capes

When I felt dejected 
because of a low grade in the Tax Law paper,
Trevor Noah cracked me up,
 and made it alright.
When I felt alone and unloved,
Elif Shafak opened my heart 
and filled it with hope and warmth. 
When the days dragged on, 
and it all felt unbearable, 
Jhumpa Lahiri's words 
embraced me with open arms, 
When monotony of everyday lectures 
and endless submissions drained me,
I had the company of Rusty 
who took me on numerous adventures
through the Himalayan hills. 
It's true what they say
Not all heroes wear capes
Some just wear dust jackets and paperbacks. 

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A thousand words in a silence

Coming to the front veranda everyday,
She sits at her spot by the papaya plant,
Waiting patiently to be discovered.
Not calling out to anyone, 
Not saying anything,
Just waiting quietly to be fed.
She won't complain though,
If you just turn her away,
She'll go.
And come another day. 
I feel like she comes here for company as much as for food
Always sits there, 
Content and full, 
Long after she's finished her meal. 
Sitting there quietly, 
Looking at me, 
Blinking at me, 
As if conversing about her day, 
Telling me all that she did, 
What she saw and whom she met.
After a while, 
She'd rest her head on her paws and go to sleep.
And I'd pick up my book and start reading
Finding solace in each other's company, 
We spend our evenings. 

The Storm

The clouds look darker
Seems like it's gonna rain
I need to find a shelter
But where do I go?
Maybe the pages of a book will shelter me
Or my pen, that I use to write
Or maybe a good workout
I need to find a shelter, quick
Because it's really difficult
Once the clouds give in
To the weight of these emotions
And they all storm down upon me 

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Dear Beloved


I have been reading Kahlil Gibran’s works recently, and his writings have influenced me a lot in my writing. So, here are a few lines that I wrote, inspired by the many works of Kahlil Gibran, and his philosophies.

Dear Beloved,
My heart asks naught of your heart
My love for you doesn't ask for your soul,
For it is not mine to posses
Love doesn't ask to posses or be possessed
My love for you is full and sufficient unto itself.

What are your ideas and concepts about the idea of love? Let me know if this resonates with your concepts or if you have a different idea. And also, like this post if you loved my poem.

What Is It Working With Love?

What is it, working with love
Do you know?
Do they know?
Does anyone know?
Or remember? 
Is it still there?
For I think it's lost. 
Lost behind those labels,
Lost across these borders,
Locked in  the back chambers of our hearts. 
Or maybe the reason why I can't find it,
Is because it left,
For it felt ignored and neglected in this land,
Ashamed of what we've done to ourselves.

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