Sleep

How worry-less the man sleeps
How carefree he snores;
Not promised a tomorrow,
Yet, in peace he snorts.

Doesn’t bother for what is meant for tomorrow,
He is filled with the words of today;
This man is lost and twined deep,
In today’s worldly wishes.

Sometimes he sleeps content,
Sometimes he sleeps grumpy,
However in the moment he sleeps,
He forgets all his worries…


Written at midnight,
when I couldn’t sleep tight
Cause of all the nightmares
from when I could sleep..

I wrote this poem on 13th October @02:14 am, when even in the darkness, I couldn’t shut my eyes and have some peace. When all my worries surrounded me and I felt helpless. When I was scared, even to sleep, because I didn’t want nightmares; and so the only solution I’d found was to stay awake through the entire night (Although I did doze off later on 😅😴😪)

Thanks for reading! Until next time 🙂

The light

The birth of the day
After the death of night
The conquering of light
Over the darkest times

I see the sun rise
And I see it shine
I see it take over dark,
I see it light everything in its path.

It has lit all around me
With its glimmering light
Wish it could light me too
But I guess I’ve gone too dark;
Too dark even for majestic king,
the sun to light

At times I sit, in my dark pit,
I sit there and I think
Will I ever be able to light in this world?
Or will my darkness be gone
Only after consuming my life?

They say “A new spring follows every winter”
They say “A new day comes after every dark night”
But it feels like I am trapped in the south pole
Where winter last for all eternity;
And it feels like I am stuck in an endless night
And there’s no escape.

I fell vulnerable;
And I am desperate,
Desperate to see the light, light my way
So I can see a new day
And smell a new spring

I wanna escape,
but I feel like a prisoner;
I wanna fly,
but my wings have been cut;
I wanna run,
but my legs are tied;
I wanna scream,
but my throat is dry;

It’s getting hard in here to breathe
And I can’t even properly think
I am suffocating;
But I don’t wanna lose
cause I wanna prove:
that I am not a “coward”

I wanna rise from my pit
And breathe deep and speak
I wanna rest and I wanna sleep
Away from the hassle,
I wanna live in peace
Don’t want my mind to be disturbed,
Don’t wanna see nightmares anymore
or cry for hours and hours more.

I just wanna be free
Free of everything that’s killing me
And I wanna get rid of the voice within
and speak for myself
and be free

So I’m gonna try and try
and not give up,
until the victory is mine

So that one day,
I can scream: “I Win, I Win”
to all the voices that said in my head
that “I’d lose”


Sometimes, the biggest fights we fight are with none other than ourselves and the voices in our head.

Hope you enjoyed reading 🙂

Impulsive Anger

The anger is like the wild fire

Impulsive anger
Immediate destruction
thorns on a rose
silverware on the floor

Glass shards shattered
Red liquid on the ground
Authorities and Priorities
Men out of mind

Realisation,
Then there’s guilt and grief
Immediate destruction by
Impulsive anger


Anger can be quite dangerous and has the potential to transform you into something you didn’t know existed. This is my take on anger.

Whenever I am angry, I sort of forget all my morals and say things that I would’ve not said in my right state. This is also one of the reasons why my own anger scares me.

I personally have a long way to go control my anger. I do try, but however almost always the realisation always kicks in after the damage has been done……after the glass has been shattered.

How well do you take your anger?

Hope you enjoyed reading 🙂 Until next time

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I remember that day as if it were yesterday. That day when I made a choice. A choice that changed it all.
I sometimes wonder would my life now be different if I’d made a contrasting decision? If I had pressed NO, would things have gone differently? for the good? or not? However, now there’s no way of finding out, cause what I’ve done can’t be undone.

That morning I was as fresh as the human body could get and my blood was as cold as blood can go without freezing.

I was ready with my desktop, waiting for my MS Results. And contrary to the human behaviour, I wasn’t scared at all : I was prepared for it. I was confident that I was gonna do well.
Still, my results “not so surprisingly” exceeded my expectations when I ranked first in my entire state. I was happy for my score but not so enthusiastic for the attention.

And so, the day passed by, with the warm wishes of congratulations by many known and unknown.
I received at least a fifty “Congratulations” from my family and fellow comrades and some strangers, via calls, dms, whatsapp messages etc., but none of them stood out as ‘that email’, the one I received in the dark hours of the night. The email without a subject.

I have heard how a single encounter in people’s life can change their life completely, like a miracle. And my encounter with this email was the “miracle of my life”. It truly was the turning point.

I have embedded a screenshot of that email in my post below, that you can check out, however I’m not sure as to how long it will be visible, so if you get to see it while it’s still on there, then I guess good for you👍. I have blurred out the personal information of course:

Going back into the days

Inspiration Image

Known the earth
and walked it’s path;
Now it’s time to go afar,
See the new lands to explore
Somewhere very far from home.

Put on seatbelts and a suit,
Packed in a jet, take off to the moon.
Travel far into the multiverse,
Travel far out of my universe.

Make friends with an alien mate,
Go back in time to change my fate
Find a black hole,
Ace the speed of light;
Travel back to a dark night.

Turn back time, a couple weeks before,
when one decision changed it all;
The decision that cause my fall.

No regrets, just reverse and rewind
Back to the life I’d left behind….


Hey, there!
I haven’t really posted much recently. This is mainly due to the fact that lately I’ve not been feeling to write much, because lately I’ve been overthinking a lot on the mistakes that I’ve done, mistakes that the “silly me” has done. Like once a 10-11 year old me lied to my teacher that I’d forgot my book because I was out last night. These silly mistakes now make me have guilt and regrets. This is also something that you’ll see I’ve reflected on in this poem. So, hope you enjoyed reading!

This is also my first collab with a very dear friend of mine, also a great thinker and versatile writer, Devangi. Devangi is like my friend, philosopher and guide, and the best part is that we both enjoy writing. This poem is first of the four activities we’ve planned, in which we’ve both written something inspired by the pics we sent each other. So now you know the where the Inspiration photo comes from. Do also check what Devangi has written inspired by the pics I’ve sent her. And also check out her blogging site, where she uploads poems, articles and many more.

Click here to see what Devangi has come up with the photos I’ve sent

Click here to check out Devangi’s blogging site

Thanks for reading! Until next time 🙂