Dear God, I’m just a little bird, lost in rain;
Flying too close to the waters of the ocean,
Trying hard not to drop and drown;
I am someone waiting for you in pain.

I forgot from where I have come;
All directions now seem to be the same.
I can’t find my way back home,
I am someone who is loosing in this hide and seek game

I am flying in a black starless night;
It’s all dark, even inside my heart.
God, please shine a little speck of light,
I am someone who doesn’t know where lies a new start.

The cold winds you send, hit me in the chest,
The unrelenting rain doesn’t quench my thirst,
The gothic twisted clouds try to kill my zest,
The nature is fighting hard against me in this quest.

The bright thunders you send are blinding;
My wings, heavy and wet, are now tiring.
My heart and body are broken from this suffering.
Tossing and tumbling, my sense of control is now fading.

I never wanted to be the glorious bird that sings;
I never asked for any of the worldly things.
I never regretted getting caught up in life’s strings,
All I ever asked you was to give strength to my wings.

God, If you are determined to show your might,
If I was never meant to live through this flight,
If my destiny is to die alone in this unforgiving night,
Please fail my wings, before my will fails to fight.



Things that WE only imagined,
YOU made them true for us…

Paths that WE always feared to tread,
YOU walked along with us…

Strength that WE sometimes lacked,
YOU instilled it in us everytime…

Success that WE always dreamt of,
YOU made us achieve all of it…

Love that WE earnestly looked for,
YOU showered hearts of it on us…

No matter how far we live or how old we grow,
WE will always be your students.
In this real world or in our memories,
YOU will always be our Teachers.

River of Life

Sometimes, you become so helpless that you can no more feel like your life is in your control. Life just flows around you like a river. It turns so often and mocks you every time it turns.

You reach a state in which you are neither swimming nor sinking, and you are so immersed in your own thoughts that you’ll not even notice if you are drowning…

You don’t have the energy to swim upstream to fulfil your dreams nor do you have any destiny that you know to go elsewhere… and you stay suspended in a bubble of your own, breathing and exhausting yourselves with your Being.

You wish that you could just flow along with the river of life… but you can’t, as you are anchored deep down…and you know that you are too weak to break that and free yourselves.

The river tugs you and pulls you all the while, never letting you sleep … and that’s when your heart dreams of all the good things that could have happened if you ever listened to it.

The only thing that you can do is cry and let the river of life take the tears along with it…or wait for a storm to free your soul.

And that’s when you start liking the emptiness and solitude.


The Answer Is Love

If you aren’t going to stay,
If you had nothing else to say,
Why did you come back dear?
Why do you still stand and stare?

If you don’t want to hear,
If you don’t really care,
Why do you wait?
Why do you still fight ?

If there’s no place in your heart,
If there’s no way for a new start,
Why do you cry?
Why do you still try?

If you are not going to lie,
If you really want a good bye,
Why do you turn away?
Why do you still silently pray?



I’m a house made of long mirrored walls,

Broken pieces live inside my endless halls.


I’m a weaver of patterns made of infinite colors,

I’m a magician who brings out the beauty within chaos.


Sometimes, I’m just a toy in a child’s hand,

To the philosopher, I’m a window to the human mind.


If you are truly lost in randomness and yearn for hope,

Come look inside me; My name is Kaleidoscope.


Moving on

Wake me not, for I am deep asleep;

As the dreams come and go, let me silently weep.


Break me not, whenever I feel strong;

I hate lying to myself, that I am finally moving on.


Ask me not, for I have nothing else to give;

Pain is all that I have, holding which I must live.

The Irony of an Everlasting Conversation

Sometimes, a great conversation can be so much engrossing that you actually end up living it!

You are so much in love with the vibes that surround you at that point that you actually end up forgetting that it wasn’t bound to last long. You probably would not make any effort to build a bridge that could keep you connected because you know,  that some things like the crescent moon, are best when left half full.

You would ultimately come to your senses and realize, though a little too late, that every great friend you have right now was made possible because of a great conversation in the past. And that’s when you’ll go out of your way and search for those people who have captivated your inner self for that  brief moment of time.

And you’ll wait wishing for another chance and you’ll wonder thinking if the real reason why some things are everlasting, is that…they are never going to happen again!


And once again it broke; not his heart but his hope.

For his heart was already in pieces and now, his soul wanders in empty places.

In the kingdom of peace, he is the Outcast.