A game of hide and seek

When you live in the shadows of life,

Day becomes a game of hide and seek,

Where you hide,

From the dreams,

You need to seek.



Happy Dreaming!


You are a sinner and a saint

You are a sinner and a saint,
You choose to be either,
On each day,
Your choice defines your day.

Your day.

Is it loaded with greed?
Or is there an angel in your prayer?
Then there are those days,
When the sinner cripples the saint,
Makes you believe that you are his slave,
I am in your blood. In your genes. He says.

Why me?
Saint in you cries for help,
Holding tight to its essence,
Shouts with all its power,
I am not afraid, My resilience is enough to fight your evil.

Sinner fades away. That day.

And that day, your saint wins.

It has won every day so far,

But are you afraid of the day,
When your soul makes the wrong choice,
And the Saint in you loses the war?

No no,
I know you will not let that happen,
Your resilience is stronger than this war.

A big huge welcome to my daughters!

I am very happy to share a great news with all of you!

Almost three months back, we were lucky to be blessed with twin girls! I and Puneet are enjoying parenthood immensely.

This poem is for you, Maheera (means full of energy) and Inaya (compassion/empathy):


I raise you my dear daughters,

with all the love I have,

to let you be,

who you are,

to help your soul shine,

in the deepest darkest hour.


I raise you my dear daughters,

with all the positive energy I have,

to help you evolve,

be more than what you can be,

to seek whatever your heart desires.


I raise you my dear daughters,

with all the wisdom I have,

to help you choose your own path,

to teach you to never quit the journey,

rather enjoy it to the fullest,

and keep moving on.

I raise you my dear daughters,

with all the courage I have,

I promise to support you in all your journeys,

always love you with all my heart,

So run as fast you can,

never worry,

I always got your back.


Broken pieces of life

I don’t look back in life, 

But at times those broken pieces of life,

Shine like a mirror reflecting light,

Blur my vision,

And shout,

We still exist,

You can ignore us,

But we will rise again and again,

Till our presence shatters your future.


I smile and say,

Ghosts from my past,

I am not fighting you,

I choose my battles,

You are not worth a fight,

You are a memory of a void,

A void that no longer exists.

So, reappear as often as you want,

Your presence is inconsequential,

Live with that,

or better,



Happy Living!!


Without you

I hop on a train,
Go to a faraway land,
With lakes and mountains,
Flowers and birds,
Quiet and serene,

What a beautiful sunset,
Wish he was here,
He would have loved the coloured strokes on the sky,
And the chai,
So refreshing,
But he makes the best tea..
Oh, I so wish he was here..

So I pack myself,
Hop on a train,
Return to my land,
Land where I belong,
My home,
Watch the sunset on my beach,
With you,
Resting my head on your shoulder,
Quiet and serene



Exploring the world of Haiku- My first attempt!

How do you start 2015 with a bang? Of course by joining an online poetry writing course!!! My first assignment was to use Robert Hass’s sketching techniques to write a one, two, three, or four line poem by observing my immediate environment. This is the first time I tried to find inspiration in objects. It was a very refreshing experience! Sharing my work with all of you. Please leave your suggestions or feedback. Would love to learn from all of you. Happy Writing!!


Do artificial flowers wilt away?

Or do they just keep pretending to be alive.


Brown and red together reflecting each other’s hue,

Defining what being one means to me.


Wind is adding wings to the curtain to fly,

Why is it still holding to the rod to find stability?


Whiteness of my bed sheet cuts through my soul,

Blank and still, like a few lives around me.


Annoying noise of useless sounds,

Why these upset my mind?


Two breathing souls warming up my heart,

Are they listening to my thoughts?


He is away but not far,

He breathes when I close my eyes.  


4 lines summing up the world

It is beautiful, It is wide,

It doesn’t fit into my eyes,

But my vision is where the problem lies.

~~~~~~~~~~ Happy Evolving!!

Gone Baggage Gone

My own hell or heaven

Somewhere up there,

Star miles away,

There are two majestic doors,

One leads to hell,

And the other to heaven,

But if these afterworlds,

Exist star miles away,

Why do I see so many hells and heavens all around me?

Everyone building their own,

Hell or heaven,

Speck by speck,

Brick by brick,

Build to attack,

Build to invite,

Build to evolve,

Build to hate,

Build to love,

Expression of what he thinks he deserves,

Expression of who she thinks she is within,

Right here on mother earth,

In our minds and soul,

Heaven or hell,

But they say these afterworlds,

Exist star miles away,

Then why do I see so many hells and heavens all around me?


 Happy Evolving!

Links to a few other poems:

Being Me

Roles people play 

His Ego