Happy new year

Happy new year all..

Have a safe, happy, bright and crazy year ahead.


Fantasy world


Kissing me at my doorstep, my love asks me: when was your first kiss?
Me: I dont remember, but this one is the one I will never ever forget.


Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

Am I in your nice list or the naughty one?

Well for starters, can you please provide the difference in good and bad so that I can assess on which list I will be. This ones for you santa. Hope you give answers to my questions as my christmas gift.

Each morning I wake up,
Thinking what new the day would bring,
Thinking how should I act,
Wondering may be I will get sting,
What if I hurt someone,
With my words not well thought,
Believing I will be acting nice,
What if the act is not bought,
Dropping all my guards,
Letting everyone judge,
Judge how I walk, smile,
Also the way I nudge,
I see them watching,
Measuring each step of mine,
Oh here is a top notch,
Counting my each glass of wine,
May be I made few mistakes,
Who I am kidding, thats for sure,
Few times I was so nice,
Nice as sweet, nice as pure,
Each night I live it again,
In my head that never rests,
Nice things too small to stay,
Leaving me just with regrets.
So here is for you santa,
I have given you my gist,
Its all upto you now,
Are we still having the list?



you are a stranger to me,
yet there is no reason to be,
me being so formal,
you seem so normal,
strange is the chat we share,
keeping worries out somewhere,
knowing a bit of life you live,
a trustworthy heart is all I can give,
reason why I am by your side,
is very simple, we share same ride,
ride to an journey endless,
filled with laughter and kindness.



I have 3 draft posts on love. But somehow am not able to finish any. Lets see if this one connects..

What is Love?
Do you feel it?
Goes to only those,
Who it deems fit.
What is Love?
Is it superficial?
Wondering if it can,
Make things real.
What is Love?
Is it selfless?
Emotional attachment,
That’s such a mess.
What is Love!!

P.S: No offense Love but try and not be so clumsy..


Blank thoughts

When you think you are ready with something to write, but then you actually write and realize it was just a blank thought.

As blank the sky seems on a clear day,
As blank the farm is without hay,
As blank the paper is without lead,
So blank is the train of thoughts in my head.

Such days I am really creative and test myself to write not being under any emotions. The fear of loosing creativity is so strong that I am not afraid to make mistake.

Fear defines my action,
But doesnt limit my reaction,
Being fearless is just a fiction,
But a true fatal attraction.

Being atttracted to fearlessness is my strength, it brings out the best in me each time. It brings the true me.

The true me is this,
Being fearless is just a bliss,
Sharing my blank thoughts here,
Caring the content so sheer.



Freedom! is it real,
Or a concept so surreal,
Dwelling into deep,
Can’t even have a peep,
So lost I am, looking for whats right,
Find a whole new me, find a new sight,
Can I live in the present,
Can I not look at the past,
Can I give myself a chance,
Can I just have a glance,
A glance of how I can be,
With a life not how you see,
But a life thats truly me,
For freedom is “To be me just as me”.