Catastrophe and the cure.

Father tell me, where did I go wrong?
was it when I hurt your creation,
showed her just how strong,
is my damnation,

Was it when I coerced,
my masculinity onto her,
branding and bruising her spirit soul,
to be her conqueror

Is it that I chose to deceive,
thousands, under your guise,
with a prayer and a tether,
falsehood, and celestial alibis

Or was it when I unleashed my fury
showering kin and kind with my lust for lead,
binding them in agony
over decisions made by select country heads

It sure wasn’t when I induced,
the fires and the flames
for these lands are mine to abuse,
and these lives are mere game,

Am I not entitled to all the luxury,
for my color and creed are my bespoken mark,
a darker shade and one’s deemed unworthy,
yet we sleep peacefully in the dark

So father, why do you not reward,
much have I done for your attention,
thought we’d have struck a chord,
after I gifted you many a nation,

O Father tell me, do you hear them in prayer?
watch their tears, and feel their despair,
they hope that they can endure,
not knowing that we are the catastrophe, and the cure.


I believe i’m stuck,
motionless and unable,
to understand this life,
no more an opulent fable..

I find myself,
with raindrops rampaging my skin,
the 3 am melancholy,
singing to the serotonin

my eyes are slowly skipping
what my heart wishes to see,
the mind withholds a fervent rage
to let it all be

A numbness due to neurosis,
as i succumb to this frailty
lay waste to my garden of roses,
my roses of revelry

paranoia has found its grip,
a visceral claw bending my will
letting go for casual guilt trips,
between papers and prescription pills

its the chemicals in my head,
a concoction of all the things unsaid
subscribed to a grand lie,
it was the dopamine instead

the pills starve the sorrow
and the futile feelings within,
against a soul so hollow
will i ever win?


Far away, in their home
I see the stars blazing
basking in the glowing monochrome
of the sun’s eternal sunshine

Dust and desire have carved empires
of galactic and gaian descent,
nebulae and emperors, black holes and conquerors,
a beginning and an end

Much like the stars,
our minds are burning
for the soul is at war
and our hearts are unforgiving

When stars die, they turn to dust;
from dust we were born
and for all eternity they twinkle
forever a hope for souls forlorn

As you gaze into the darkness
one of those silent starry serene nights
observing the birth and death of a star
witnessing life in all its glorious lights. 




There were many stories to be told
some, i have only smelt
from the pure fragrance of petrichor
to the wintry crisp cold


What was once sand and sea
now lies conquered in concrete
The world you once ravaged 
now lies obsolete


I remember the technicolor gardens
and monochrome meadows, 
all those days spent
around dusty windows


When waiting didn’t last an eternity
only between scarves and sweaters
when the only melody
was the fluttering of letters

For far too long
I missed the crunching of your feet,
the caress of your fingers on webbed walls;
even the ones between two eyes and a heartbeat

Age and time had been alluring,
as I awaited your silhouette
the bucolic sunset faded with regret,
there would be no homecoming.



Would you know
What it feels like
3 am sobriety
After drinking to you

It’s like watching a flame
Fan the fires within
Burning the desire
To feel your heart

Two, we were once
None, we are now
The nuances of time
Our boundaries defied

Cursed was every touch
That painted memories on my skin
Each scar vividly reflecting
A venomous touch

The melody of words
Tuned into promises and vows
These whispers still resound
Your voice, mellifluous.

The addiction to solitude
The intoxication of intimacy
Your world , sempiternal
Our love, ephemeral.

Shallow souls.

There are shallow souls drowning in violence
yearning for a word or two
you can hear and feel it in their silence
if only goodbyes could make it through

Darkness enveloped their eyes
as black turned their sun
color faded from their lives
as humanity had come undone

Porcelain hearts crawled through alleyways
slowly being crushed by insanity
despair was a guest here to stay
feasting on death’s generosity

Dreams dripped down from their cheeks
as tears tore through with every heartbeat
shrapnel mowed down like thunder from the skies
even god seemed to retreat

Everyday we hear or see,
A widely covered, or an unspoken tragedy
be it Paris, Syria or Malda
has mankind lost its sanctity?


Sweet burning melancholia.

Sweet burning melancholia.

I saw the streets from my window
Cold winter nights passed by
Lights flickered beneath crimson curtains
Of shadows waving goodbye

Snowflakes fell on the carpet
Of patterns, various in size
Footsteps came and departed
The doorbells echoed a familiar cry

A fire crackled in the hearth
As memories were burnt
Of a bittersweet symphony
The day you never returned

So I sat, and stared at the door
Awaiting your suffocating silence
Cobwebs and dust covered the violence
Even home missed your familiar scent

I gazed at these streets from my window
A silhouette of paranoia
And I see all these shadows
Of a sweet burning melancholia.