You believe that you

Are supposed to travel alone,

For only you know the way,

And a journey makes more sense

If embarked on one’s own,

But what if after all the trouble

You found your fate scribbled

On a moth-eaten parchment,

And your destiny engraved

On a moss-covered stone,

Would you burst out laughing

And come back home?


“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”
Arthur C. Clarke

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Poem It Out

The poems spill out

When everything else

Is being held in

Against our will,

Our words leap

Into action when we

Are too tired to think,

To seek solace in rhyme,

To find freedom in ink.


“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
Robert Frost

I am thankful to Spillwords Press for publishing my poem, A Bonfire. I shall be really grateful if you could spare some time to go check it out there.

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I am enamoured of

the eerie silence

that follows

the booming fireworks,

the vacant grounds

after the carnival leaves,

and the phone call

that meekly ends

after a silent pause;

it always comes

as a pleasant surprise

when the loud world

hushes up

for the innately quiet.


“When you are crazy you learn to keep quiet.”

Philip K. Dick

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Three short poems about loving too much, and loving wrongly:


Her collapsed-self rebuilds itself

A little every day

Around the bright smiles

On the faces of the people

She keeps falling apart for

Only to collapse all over again.


She had been putting herself

Into the pies she bakes,

And every time someone

Refuses to take a bite,

A part of her dies.


If you are forced to put

Your heart into things

You do not want to do,

Those things shall get done,

But in the long run

Neither love shall prevail

Nor shall you!


“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”
Ernest Hemingway

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Chronically Distracted 

I begin but I

Never finish anything

I get distracted,

But it takes courage

To quit which I

Don’t seem to have,

So I write

What I can, what I am,

In order to flee

From myself,

Self-deprecating words

Like a drug I detest

But cannot stop taking,

An obligatory poison

To lose myself,

To sink, to drown,

To be curled up in a ball

Tossed out

To never be found-

I begin again.


“It’s incredibly easy to get caught up in the thick of thin things.”
Stephen R. Covey

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Why should I run away

From things that can

Never outrun me anyway?

It will neither make

It a race, nor will it

Make me a runner.

I would rather stay stuck

In a pavilion

With my non-athletic heart

Which can put to shame

A marathon drummer!


“I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.”
Lois Lowry, The Giver

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Patched Up

I feel as if the universe

Is trying to reassemble me;

Every morning it takes

The weariness out of my bones

And puts it into words

I dare not say aloud,

My appetite for things

I am not supposed to eat

Is being satiated by

Everything that ends up

Consuming me instead,

My life is ever so slightly

Being infused with a hint

Of healthy indifference,

And I believe that

It is more than what I

Could have asked for.

It is not easy to

Put your broken self together

If the universe decides

Not to be on your side!


Get busy living or get busy dying.”

Stephen King


There are a few of us

Who may never

Go too far

Just because

We refuse to keep

Fireflies in a jar,

We forget to

Blow out candles

And cannot

Wish upon a star;

We keep the

Curtains drawn

And never leave

The doors ajar,

And even when

The stakes are high

We do not raise

The bar and choose

To stay subpar-

Not a small price

To pay to stay

Who we truly are!”




I prove myself wrong

By being wrong about

How wrong everything

Actually is;

What is wrong with me?


I walk away from myself

And walk right into

What I had walked

Out of;

I need to walk it off.


I see you crying

Over someone crying

Over someone other

Than you;

I cry at the absurdity of it!


“People who didn’t need people needed people around to know that they were the kind of people who didn’t need people.”
Terry Pratchett



For someone else’s yellows,

I barter my usual blues,

My head has no trouble falling

For this subtle subterfuge.


I sleep my way out

Of my problems,

But my poor problems

Never get to sleep.


If what you chase

Starts to run

Towards you

For a change,

Would you then

Run into it,

Or would it

Run over you?


Do you know

What rhymes

With orange?


You can rhyme


With yourself,

And still be called

A poem, albeit,

A whimsical one!


There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.”

Arthur Conan Doyle

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sometimes there is nothing

that I like to do more

than to sit cross-legged

on the cold floor

in an attempt to be free,

in an effort to ignore

everything that is always

on the other side of the door,

everything that I shouldn’t

let besmirch me anymore,

so that when I stand back up,

I can feel taller than before.


I am on Instagram now as _aaysid. Looking forward to read more from fellow bloggers (who seem more like pen friends to me now) on that platform as well.😊

Strangely Familiar

I am afraid that I

might be forgetting

what you had looked liked;

the colour of your hair,

the bounce in your step,

a hint of quietude

in your voice,

are just a few features

that I have to try

very hard to recall,

and last night,

I slept with a fear

that I would not recognize

the version of you

that appears in some

of my lucid dreams,

and a few memories

that I have of you

are losing substance

as quickly as any

of my unprocessed thoughts;

in spite of all that,

I have no trouble

recollecting how generous

was your gentle heart

and how wise were

all of your words,

so I keep conjuring

you up from

all that you were,

and all that I

can no longer recall,

and you always

seem strangely familiar!


The Rebels

Deep down, you wish

To become a person

Who no longer

Stifles screams and lets them

Rush out of a thin

Slit between thick vocal cords

That have grown used to

A life of staying shut;

You wish to rebel

Only to see where

It takes you to

And what it does

To those who have been

Watching you struggle

Foolishly all this time;

You wait for a rebirth,

Because a lifetime

Is not enough to try things

That could tear

The very fabric you have

Been weaved into,

So all you can do

Is steadily slip out,

One little thread at a time;

It might create a ripple

Large enough to topple

At least a few things over.


“If ever it’s necessary to ride the bandwagon, it’s done with one leg swinging out and eyes scoping the fields.”
Criss Jami, Killosophy

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You are at a point in time

Where a small change

In the way the day unfolds

Is enough to unravel you;

When the mere sight

Of glistening post-rain roads

Cracks you open,

And you come apart

As soon as you catch

A whiff of damp seclusion,

Way before your brain

Can process the earthy

Fragrance of it to solidify

The old memory traces,

And when the fragmented

Clouds above your head

Refuse to let the sun

Burn its brilliance upon

Your clouded retinas,

Your repose falls to pieces—

You are your own weather.


It rained here today, and I had listened to a breathtaking short story by James Joyce (hence, the quote) during my lunch break. The latter event was the highlight of the day.

“He lived a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful sideglances.”

A Painful Case, James Joyce

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(Un)wise Advice

You cannot go back

To where you

Have come from,

For it might take

Way too long,

And might even

Prove you wrong;

In a party for one

You should not bring

Your thoughts along,

Even with a mind

That has withdrawn

Into itself, you

Can still claim

Your right to belong-

What you cannot

Say out loud,

You should not

Put in your song!


“I’ll take crazy over stupid any day.”

Joss Whedon


I try not to judge people,

but it is nearly impossible

to not form an opinion

about a few things

that they sometimes

fail to pull off —

I saw a guy

who had his hair pulled back

by a blue headband;

the guy was a person,

I had successfully stopped

myself at that,

but somehow my faith

in all headbands has been lost!


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