"All prose and poetry presented in this blog bear no resemblance to any animate/inanimate beings. These are solely figments of my very scattered imagination (at most times).
Those who do feel a close connection to what is being depicted, need to stay out of my imagination then!
Happy reading!"

Tuesday, August 23, 2011


The shame...it came first; washing away the mind's sanity.
The darkness...it came next; bringing along the insanity.

She waited in despair, no solace nor reprieve in sight.
A heartbeat away, death seemed nearer.
Mingled with pain and shame, it was a better end. Life had been unfair enough. She couldn't take in more. Nothing could have been more demeaning than being alone. Life could come to a stand-still. Her agony could end soon. Her questions, unanswered, plagued her to no end. Her aching mind overpowered her aching body. Her heart was deflated by the memory of what she had done. Pride was a fickle enemy, for befriending it would mean severing other ties.

Yet now she stood, tears streaming down her face. A thick guilt running through, racking her body, colliding with what should have been happiness...what had she just done?

*In every small alley or bi-lane of the world (no matter the country), lives a young girl who suffers from this torment. She wore her heart on her sleeve, trusted another and was abandoned in her hour of need. Her guilt will never leave her, no matter how far she pushes it; for however short a while it may have been, she was an unwed mother.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011


Every once in a while life gets a breather. The optimists and wishful believers think that its going to last for long, however in the heart of hearts lies the dangered worry of its transitory nature.
Seldom does one pause to think of the shelf-life of happiness when one is peaking with the emotion.
No amount of stress or negativity gets the better of him/her when going through it.

So this is really what we have to strive towards isn't it. The immunity which we seldom use to our better judgement is left rusting and rutting when one faces gloom and depression from all around. When the said cloud descends, it is simply a matter of stepping away from its path or using an umbrella against the outburst.

Why then does it become difficult and cumbersome?
Because, this is where the mind wavers in decision and takes too long to make the ultimate choice. Thus not only forgetting to step aside but also gets the umbrella stuck half way.

The result: deluge!