Poems on My Writings

Warm Baked Pie

Thu, 23 Apr 2026 18:40:00 +0530

[Author's Note: I went to a meetup where everyone sat for an hour over a few word prompts to write someything. One of the prompts was 'spiral', but after the first line, rest just flowed. And the imagery gave me a sense of gentle solace.]

A spiral bound book,
one pretty looking cook.
her beautiful eyes,
warm, baked pies.

Chingari

Thu, 09 Apr 2026 10:52:55 +0530

[Author's Note: I found these notes scribbled in my google keep. A reflection of something i was feeling.]

Chingari chahiye aag ko,
Garmi se kuch nahi hota

Wood burns at the touch of a spark,
with great delight.
But the combined moist warmth of the whole planet
cannot a single piece ignite.

Let it be

Thu, 09 Apr 2026 00:27:00 +0000

[Author's Note: I found these notes scribbled in my google keep. A reflection of an emotion I had felt sometime, long ago.]

What will you understand of my pain
You barely understand your own suffering
Let it be.

Walk

Sun, 20 Jul 2025 14:00:16 +0000

[Author's Note: Well, I think it was part of a small retreat-cum-meetup where they asked us to write our feelings, and this is what came out of me. It was afternoon.]

Roses are Red
Diamonds are Blue
it's raining today
and I am cooking hot stew

Why do you ask
What do you seek
The clothes are wet
The verandah is broken

Alas, Love has hurt me

Thu, 10 Aug 2023 20:43:00 +0000

[ 11-August-2023 02:15 people are such vile weak creatures, and yet there is some kindness in there. people are such kind creatures, and yet they are full of vile weakness inside. ]

Alas, love has hurt me
because people are fragile

i thought words and promises meant more
than social labels that society sanctions

but alas, love has hurt me
because people are fragile and weak

Go live, a little more!

Fri, 29 Jul 2022 22:08:55 +0000

[ 30-July-2022 03:38 again, like everything else this just came to me ]

a boy

standing on the edge of darkness

a steep cliff, a straight chasm

back, to the world

not needing anything

let’s embrace the chasm

let the warmth of nothingness, touch my cheeks

let the world look after itself

it will only, has only ever, looked after itself

Just look up

Thu, 10 Dec 2020 05:28:10 +0000

Running after people was never my thing
Even alone and lonely, I do sing

You let me go
I will find someone else
No one is irreplaceable you see
Including me

Its the pangs of the heart
That pull at us from the deep
Sometimes they make you laugh
And at times they make you weep

Attachment

Wed, 09 Dec 2020 11:00:04 +0000

This much I have seen
This much I understand

Attachment to transient things
Thoughts and Plans
Dreams and desires
People and places
Cause much pain
As much happiness

This has ever been the case
And will always be

Some say the solution is not to love
Some say to hold on to love tightly
Some say curse blame the world and everything in it
Some say love what is more lasting

What is Light

Sun, 14 Jul 2019 10:54:56 +0000

what is light
but a spot of happiness

what is sadness
but a spot of blue
like an ink it waters the grey light of the mind

but you just need one
simple single yellow shining little light
to go on
like a lonely fish lost
in the big and dark ocean
all alone staring into the nothingness
a pin of light is all it needs

It’s Fine, It’s all Okay

Tue, 19 Feb 2019 07:54:38 +0000

[ I wrote it because i wanted to let out a deep emotion that I was feeling. forgive somebody and let something go that I was holding on to. And as far as I know, forgiveness is the best way to let something go. ]

I will conquer the world
and seven seas
if I have to,
but it will be on my own whim
and
not for you,
not for you
and that’s just the way
it has to be

Before I Die

Thu, 25 Oct 2018 11:55:31 +0000

been having a few existential thoughts lately. if we must all, die… what is it that is worth living for. If we must all suffer.. what is it that is worth pursuing. few words came to me, a few i made up along the way.

rain rain come again
wet my lips
drench my soul

let me try
to quench my thirst
only to be disillusioned again

Blue Blue Sky

Thu, 25 Oct 2018 11:38:07 +0000

One evening i was walking back from office, I looked up and it was beautiful. “blue blue sky”, the words came to me. I made up a few other lines and this poem was made. A snapshot of how i was feeling.

I looked up high
and saw the blue blue sky

blue blue sky
up so high

Those Half Hearted Shits

Sat, 20 Oct 2018 17:41:30 +0000

I was feeling a bit angry. Angry at people with mood swings on the personal front. Who vacillate and vacillate so much that it kills my time energy and drains my emotions. I realized at one point that my energy, life and time is not an offering to be sacrificed at the altar of their mood swings and fancies. That is not how i want to live my life. So a bit in anger these lines came out. Not necessarily rhyming, they are just there.

Goodbye, Honey

Fri, 05 Oct 2018 17:34:08 +0000

[ I wrote this on email in 2016, not sure what triggered it. but I found an email with this. ]

If time would freeze
and I could hold your heart forever
I would hold it close
and let it go, never

but time flows in one direction
and its die is set
the ink has dried on paper
and you have placed the bet

What is bereavement

Tue, 21 Aug 2018 09:18:02 +0000

[ feeling a little listless while on my cab from home to office. I had a chat with someone close, who is moving away. some of these lines came to me, and i made up the rest. ]

What is bereavement
But a part of you dies

A smiling happy part of you
A caring scolding one
Someone who was never part of me
I had pulled inside and given them life
To be my shelter in the jungle of worldly strife.

I am very special

Wed, 30 May 2018 19:15:35 +0000

[ A friend of mine asked me to write a small piece for her. And the thought that came to my mind was when once she had called me ‘someone’ and i was like, ‘hey i am not just someone’ that word came to my mind today, and this little piece followed.]

someone is someone
is someone me ?

My Peculiar Dad

Sun, 18 Feb 2018 15:33:48 +0000

My dad is very peculiar
as peculiar dads can be

he does not speak so much in general
yet talks all the time, to me

a little bit of pride
a lot of contentment
old men sometimes hold on
to a lot of resentment
but not my dad, not he

he is just this pretty man
as pretty a man can be
with a few pockmarks on his forehead
and big round spectacles, to see

Some People

Sun, 18 Feb 2018 15:26:34 +0000

Some people laugh
Some people cry
Some people live, some people die
Some people run, right into the fire
Some people hide, their every desire.

Do Something

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 14:13:00 +0000

Sometimes, you jump over a cliff
and break a leg or two
others laugh at you.
But sometimes, you start to fly –

Who has ever known
how close the matches,
are to the powder keg
At least do something , before you die –

Afraid and all alone

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 14:08:24 +0000

I stood there on that patch of grass
Afraid and all alone

I called out to my lover , come
embrace my little hurting heart
come my dear, take me away
soothe my soul,
give me hope, to pray

Demons slithered all around me
in the darkness, flickering eyes
Red with hunger, lust combined
Greed and hate, intertwined

Where I belong

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 14:04:51 +0000

Back to the seas
Face to the storm
Time to head ahead
Where I belong

Far out in the horizon
And some place beyond
My eyes cannot see it, yet
But my heart knows it’s sound

I hear the melody
Of it calling me out
Like a pretty siren
In wild oceans unbound

Do you know what a fat man feels like

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 14:01:28 +0000

[ Authors Note : I was just walking on the road back to home after a very very heavy meal at a friend’s place and was feeling rather heavy and stuffed. These lines came to me and I recorded them]

Do you know what a Fat man feels like
when he bends over to tie his shoelaces
and blood rushes to his face

Dewdrops and Rain

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 13:59:13 +0000

[Author’s Note : Well, I was wondering how beautiful dewdrops and rain feel and I was feeling a bit sad and then i wrote this down on my mobile phone.]

Dewdrops and Rain
make me whole again

The winter took a part of me
somewhere far far away

I can no longer find it
in the air, in water it went slowly
and then it was gone

And so it is with love

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 13:54:07 +0000

Only the thirsty can understand thirst
what will water know of its own value
how can water feel the sweetness, of a parched throat drinking

Only the fascinated one can understand fascination
how can you
you , who looks in the mirror in disgust
understand anything of it

Listen , My friend
Blessed is one to feel thirst
Blessed it is to be fascinated
Blessed it is to feel
life pulling at the strings of your heart
and so also it is with love

That Sacred Place

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 13:49:57 +0000

[Author’s Note – I just thought about this as I was going to office(Smart Village or Karea Zakaeya as they call it in Egypt) in cab ]

Please take me to that sacred place
which has not been touched
by the light of practical thoughts

Where meaningless happiness resides
and children blissfully play

untouched by the hatred of adult minds
and the deceit of festering desires unfulfilled
where the children have brightness in their eyes
where the heart flows out painlessly
and the lips follow

A Paper Swan

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 13:46:16 +0000

[Author’s Note : Well, I just saw the picture and I just thought about this… thats all.]

A paper swan
flies away
flies far, high and wide
with its little wings
strives away
as long as it can , it flies

the fire on its tail burns away
it burn slowly the fire in its heart

Glimpses of beauty

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 13:44:14 +0000

[Authors Note : Again, this poem just came to be while I was sitting on my table pondering at 3:00 AM tonight. I guess I have not been very sleepy these days, mostly I sleep in the morning. Well, It talks about beauty and how it drastically effects us.]

Glimpses of beauty
is what keeps me alive
is what keeps me going
what makes me strive !

When I die

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 13:41:24 +0000

[Author’s Note – This poem just came to me out of the blue. It might sound depressing, but its more like a prayer and talks rather of hope. Some people have told me that the ending could have been stronger, but oh well.. Reading time approx – 5 mins. ]

I feel like crying sometimes,
My mind is floating around
without an anchor , without a purpose
everything i hold onto is small, and melts away
or decays leaving an awfull smell
or leaving a painful memory of what was
what could have been and perhaps what will never again be