356 days a sunset. 


What would you do,

on an evening,

when a dreary thought crosses your mind?

You see,

the homeward bound flocks

against the golden rust turning blue,

You feel,

everyone is in motion, but you.

There is a moment of plain stillness,

when the heavy air engulfs you whole,

and all you hear is white noise.

Would you,

breakaway and run, out in the world,

or hide, in the silhouettes of the twilight?

356 days a sunset, and again. 

When you start to,

question the very necessity of your existence,

gather meanings, from every action.

When you

think of your own failures,

and wonder, how the day has passed by,

without a single win.

Would you

put all your energy, in desperation,

to the last few hours of the day?


would you,

think of a fresh start,

with the warm rising sun?

How would you,

convince yourself?

when you are not convinced.

What would you do,

on an evening,

when the sun is down

and not a single star in sight.


The Tale of a Song

A beautiful little red bird,

Perched at the knot of the Willow

A tale, many spells ago.


Green meadows, waters ran cerulean

Her plumage, gloriously shone scarlet and rust,

pride of the vast Willow.


When came clouds with thunder,

She feasted on the sweet morning’s dew.

Nighttime, the Willow, her haven.


She fared faraway lands too.

On return she; the Willow stood leafless,

searched the tree for warmth.


Gingerly, she touched down upon,

the frozen branch, of her faithful guardian.

Kindled with her heart’s flames.


She broke into a cry,

The song of her ancestors, and her’s,

from another time, another place.


Pristine snow around the tree,

bore ashes, red and rust turned grey.

Night heard Willow’s silent cry.


Come day, the frost melted.

The willow donned an armour of green.

Scarlet wings rose from grey.

To the humans of WordPress..

Thank you all. You have been too kind. 

I have been away from my blog, from WordPress for over a year now. Writer’s block, (if at all I qualify as one) or a creative dead end, whatever it was, it kept me away from here. I used to get random notifications, out of nowhere, of people liking my old posts, following my blog. That is really what has prevented me from deleting this blog. I am not saying that now I am experiencing a bout of creative ideas right now, but one can always hope. 

I am glad that people have been liking my posts, commenting and following me. That has been the sole activity on my blog for the past year.  Thank you humans of WordPress for keeping my blog alive!  


May this year bring to you new possibilities.
May you be with the people who love you.
May 2014 become the best year of your life!
Be creative!
Be adventurous!
Be free!
Wishing everyone a very happy new year!

A Magical Night

She sat by the window, on a cold winter’s night,
With books in her hand, and not a Geminid in sight.

She struggled with the iron bars and crammed her neck.
And yet no meteors fell for her sake.

She looked at the mismatched socks, she wore in a hurry,
The stars suddenly seemed to be so blurry.

She clutched the blanket closer to her,
And closed her eyes as sleep won over.

She stood in a forest, covered with snow,
And in the middle of it, she saw a fire glow.

She went closer and found a tall talking tree,
A river gushed through the woods, along with a wind so free!

The fire danced to the wind, under the moon.
On the river’s music, the tree sang a whimsical tune.

Forgetting herself, she clapped and cheered.
And no sooner, had the Gods of the Elements disappeared.

At midnight, she heard a bark and opened her eyes,
Out of the window, she saw a dog of a big size.

Then appeared a man, as if out of a sketch,
He threw a stick, for the dog to fetch.

She watched them together only to realize,
that, it was Santa and Rudolf, in a clever disguise.

Though not a Geminid in sight,
It was yet a magical night.

May this Winter bring Joy to you! Share some laughs, spread the cheer. Believe in Magic.
Merry Christmas!