Sunday, 31 January 2016

Let Me Live in the Past

It’s the engine,
And I one of its four wheels,
As it moves on,
I will be dragged.

It moves on and on,
And pushes me along.

And I’m tired and numb,
Of this mundane dance,
Of this half-hearted trance,
And I swear I’ll succumb.

So just cut me some slack,
Hold time back,
Stop it from moving so fast,
And let me live in the past.

Sunday, 24 January 2016

Ode to the Depressed

Starved and sleep deprived

Sick of all the world’s strife

Oh! woeful sight

come, sit by my side.

With the head in hand

Fallen shoulders,

 As if supporting boulders,

Sick of all the worlds plight.

With a frown that deserves an Oscar

As if next of kin

To all of history’s martyrs

Oh! woeful sight

Come, sit by my side.

The face, a place

Where even google

Couldn’t find a smile

And even dreams

couldn’t conjure one

Oh woeful sight

Come sit by my side.

Stop hiding in the bunkers of sorrow,

Pick up the gun of courage,

Climb out of the depths of despair,

Shed the armour of excuses,

With the bomb of a smile,

And the trigger of hope,

Exterminate gloom.

I assure you it's darkest before dawn

And one’s sleepier before a yawn.

So end the curfew of fun

And enjoy the morrows sun.

And with all that done,

Don’t begin with line one

Sunday, 17 January 2016

The Traveler

Again I find myself on the threshold
Poised to move on
From a land well known
To one unknown
Cause life goes on.

This isn’t a games new to me
I’m a traveler, you see
The unknown doesn’t scare me
I know it well and it knows me.

But each time I start a fresh
Each time I cross the line
There’s a part of me left behind
Left with the people I call mine.

But I can’t forsake this journey of mine
So all I do is move on and look behind.

Tuesday, 12 January 2016


I recently went for the national writers workshop and the workshop I was allotted turned out to be the Haiku workshop. any one who doesn't know what a haiku is shouldn't feel bad, I didn't know about Haiku either. Here's a quick summary of what a Haiku is:
1. Haiku is a three line poem written in seventeen or less than seventeen syllables or sounds or stresses
2. The poems are written after experiencing, observing and absorbing nature all around us and then distilling the experience
3. They are written in present tense
4. There are no titles for these poems
5. Haiku poems have reference to a season either directly or through 'kigo' words.
6. There is a cut at the end of first or second lines and it could be either shown by a 'cut marker' or just indicated by the line itself.
7. Most of the haiku have juxtaposition of two images around a line which serves as a pivot
Well I was not very pleased with the idea of learning this restrictive for of poetry. But I, very bravely, continued with the workshop. In the end I changed the rules a bit, well  Haiku are usually serious, but I made a few funny ones. Here are a few of them.

we were given a scene of a sunrise/ sunset
"the sun comes up,
the hen goes cuckoo-
and all hell breaks loose."

"the clouds are scattered,
and the sun goes down its night-
its night."

this one is about mushrooms- I got that topic(just my luck!)
"the smoky mushroom,
utters the sound that spells my doom-

this one is my favourite, is about a video that shows the movement of water from droplets on a leak to the mighty ocean(imagine eight and a half minutes of that.)
"drops fall,
streams flow-
its complicated"

Do you like haiku? would you read more of them? would you write some yourself? Which one of my works do you like? Do you want more haiku?
Before answering those questions I suggest just go through the translations of the stuff the original masters have written.(not that I'm not a master myself (just kidding))

As for my answer I'm afraid I like only one haiku master(that's me). that implies I will not spend too much time in reading haiku. But occasionally I will write haiku but funny ones only. By the way out of forty students 5 got grand prises, 15 got laureates and the rest got achievers awards. Yeah I got a Grand Prise.

Sunday, 10 January 2016

The War On Fate

The fan screams of hatred,
the light burns of it,
the air is full of it,
and the world breeds it.

In one corners lies a punching bag,
who’s both the fiend and my only friend,
on it a pair of gloves hang,
with which I pour upon it,
every now and then,
my brimming heart,
which does not my fate accept.

And if destiny does propose,
That I be torn apart,
From all I care for,
From all I stand for,
Not once, not twice, but times four,
Then I shall settle this score,
For once and forever, on the field of war,
For then it is destiny that I oppose.

And it shall make a worthy opponent,
For it has conquered us all,
But now it must fall,
For in me it has bred a beast,
And I shall not be its guinea pig,
For it to experiment on and rule upon.

For when I come face to face,
With the monster we call fate,
The I shall seal its fate.

Sunday, 3 January 2016

You Can

When hope runs out
And fear creeps in
When the lights fade out
And darkness kicks in

When all you dreams lie torn
And despair is born
When the nightmares are found
And you cant sleep sound

And you know that
You can’t go on
Then remember that
This is the day for which you were born

Because you can ignite the spark
That will burn through all that’s dark
Because you have the might
With which you can win the fight

If you can, then you will
But only if you believe in it
Just trust yourself
Because it will help

You can with your will
Every dream fulfil
You just have to wake up
with your mind made up