Your fragile heart; and I must say sorry.

Surrounded with people 

who pretend to be friend

I am a straight face

so hard to sugar coat

all the time 

So if you blame me 

for being rude

I must say sorry 

as I can not be pretentious

which you are master at.

Things has to be said 

things has to be done

if we all worry about

your fragile heart

I must say sorry

you got to get ground

repair yourself

you are broken inside

I can give a hand

to rebuild yourself

So when you ready

we all unite

with sheer honesty

otherwise I must say sorry

it seems to me end.



Took a leap, disconnected from the ground

where always had a place to rest the soul

after wandering a while and looking out 

realized in a moment here I belong.

Just stop pretending and be a self

how hard it is to get done

yet you try harder in fact to survive.




I tried to write

not so much

few lines

seems saturated myself

or lack of flow

where words belong

not ready to move out

bunch of emotions

stagnant feelings

Hibernation could be it

temporary phase

shall pass too.


A walk through Indian streets 1


Blue, yellow, green, red as it’s like light split into it’s fragments of colors while passing through these streets in India, one of many things which I miss since I am away from India are these  streets, people walking on these streets, the sound( you might call it noise)  so be it streets of Lucknow where traffic crosses it’s own rule, cows have there own way to pass by, honking cars, screaming children, if you give it a moment and stand aside you will realize it ain’t a chaos it’s a reminder of life, life which is associated with sound and colors and smell. You see many expression within a snap, where else you can find this variety of emotions except the streets of India, while talking about Lucknow I must mention this is where my parents live as far I remember I started my life there after we moved to different cities. And now back to the circle they are here again. Lucknow, has it’s specialty in terms of street I say, old Mughal (  architecture is still alive and honoring the city with it’s eatery and culture in Lucknow, the street which I particularly picked today is Aminabad, old style market, no supermarket in this street, which is also called as Bazaar, except Thursday Aminabad is always busy with garment shops, food shops, cosmetics, electronics, you just name it.

The color which is prominent in this main street of Aminabad and sub streets is pale yellow reminds me of some old person who is trying to mingle with modern Lucknow yet keeping it originality, some really confined sub streets flooded with jewelry shops is one of many reasons you will see large number of women walking by.


To me these streets are witness of daily lives coming across sympathy, dilemma, ecstasy, curiosity, a trunk full of emotion can be seen here, people rushing, smiling, laughing, anxious, all at one place and the street absorbs all through the day and at night it goes to sleep with an exciting new day tomorrow.


P.S. next street soon.



same old us

I need to be silent in process to create,
don’t take it as quite it’s state of deafening,
vehicle crossing by people rushing in street,
the same very street I use to roam years ago,
where I learned with my brother first bike of ours.
So silence takes me to memories down the lane,
where mama says stay awake till dinner
and I don’t remember how I wake up in my bed,
papa was there all night when I cried of growing pain.
Certain memories never leave you side,
they are like treasure in life box we call it family,
we don’t see each other often, mostly once in a year
it seems enough if we all glued with bond of love.
A love which stays in hearts no need of declaration,
no Facebook status, no sending cards,
what all we talk is weather food and health,
same old me and same old them
same old me and same old them….



Wish I had a Sister…








Wish I had a sister,

not younger than me 

neither older to me

some what of same age

wish I had a sister.

My best friend from begin

One with I could share clothes

And secrets under  pillow

I make her hair 

and she might chop mine off

I don’t mind, I just wish….

Wish I had a sister.

Not alike but an alter ego

Other half of me where I console

Where she buried her tears 

And spread smile with both hands

I just wish , I had a sister.

At 12 we fight to be right 

But at 16 standing by eachother side

While growing up and falling in love

She would ‘ve been one

To back up with stories

No matter how time flies

We held on to one another

And I only wish I had a sister.

At 21 we might take different path

In seek of ourselves let go eachother

With a promise to find back 

When one calls no matter how far

After time passed and at 28 

We still share clothes.

Oh I wish I had a sister.

Now we made some decision 

For ourselves, for life ahead

One of us might be getting married

And both of us happy for other

We had different dreams 

Though it involved us

Of being sisters with selfless love

And heart full of joy.

So when I am 40 

I might going to  write 

Once again 

Wish I had a sister…



Confession of a Shopaholic.

I decided not to look, keep a distance, may be shun it,

But that’s not how it works, it’s an addiction to keep coming back,

Hang in there again and wait to disappear with closing curtain,

No no no 

I have to find a way, way without rules, rules can be harmful,

Why I strive so much when I have all I need,

Need is not matter, I am greedy for more,

More which is never less,

Less is no enough, I ain’t concern for today, it’s tomorrow in my list.

List which is endless, endless like desires of wild heart,


I tried again today not to look, not to think how much I want,

Yet it made a comfy room in my head,

Head which is in possession of thoughts,

Thoughts which incurred last time I was looking at,

Will it go away, the urge, the addiction?








Ever wonder, doors you walk in everyday

why they seem different today?

I turned around and looked at the wall

adjacent to with big plant blooming.

When did this happen, asked myself

It was same door I walked out in noon.

Or am I at wrong house number?

scratched my head and asked again??

Since when I liked green paint on door,

it’s all confusion of my own house

So I decided to juggle myself

some brainstorming can works wonder,

Might help to understand this situation

After couple of minutes, see it was easy

as I convinced myself it can not be delusion

of last night’s wines which I had little much

Neither I can be this forgetful to mark changes

which I might have added last week of month

Anyways without further due I must act fast

before my evening which had some plans get ruins

and top of that later I blame on my gypsy soul.

While all these ideas and thoughts in my head

I did realize one of many side effects 

of  very infamous Insomnia.

Everything at place like years before

only I need some goodnight sleep.

Though not sure, if I wonder tomorrow again.