I Respect You …


I made you promises
Of the love I keep.
Seared on my heart
Scarring me deep.
To always be there
In times of pain.
Drying your tears
When they fall as rain.
To bring you smiles
When you look at me.
Knowing my love
Is shared faithfully.
The love we embrace
Shows proud and true.
Portraying to the world
“I Honor You”
“I Respect You”.

P.S. Respect – The purest form of love that exists.


My Favorite …

You’ll always be my favorite …
Novel to read
Place of travel
Topic of conversation
Raindrops of monsoon
Song to listen
Sight to look
Moments to cherish
Medicine of tranquility
Art to sketch
Theme to write
Lesson in love
Pain to remember
And Dream in reality.

Where were you?

Where were you?
Where were you?
When the night was dark and the sky was starless.
Where were you?
When the pillows were the only ones to wipe off my tears.
Where were you?
When everything felt empty and I wanted to scream.
Where were you?
When sadness creeped deep into this broken heart.
Where were you?
When all hopes were lost and loneliness was the only companion left.
Where were you?
When every wrong seemed right and no way was to be found.
Where were you?
When life seemed colorless in places where I once saw rainbows.
Where were you?

Create Love Begin Living …

If you want to create
Destroy the obligations you are forced to follow
Destroy the misconceptions, the baseless accusations
Destroy the preconceived beliefs
Destroy getting controlled by the shadows.

If you want to love
Hate the notion of taking
Hate sacrificing with expectations
Hate getting distracted from the path of selflessness.

If you want to begin
Stop dwelling in the past
Stop succumbing to the fear of failures
Stop taking permissions, the confirmations
Stop chasing and create your own way.

If you want to live
Die for the people you care
Die giving happiness and opportunities
Die living a life of your dreams.

If you want to win
Lose from the arrogance within
Lose the anger, the selfishness
Lose the regretful company.

If you want to create love, begin living by winning hearts.


And the feelings rained again,
drowning him in a pool of despair,
but also giving him a lifeline of memories.

Maybe he loved her, maybe he needed her,
In the depths of the night, under the blanket of love.
But not anymore.

The memories which he has clinged to,
which define him, his personality, his thoughts,
Have taught him more than the books could.

Learnings which won’t let him break his heart yet again,
which give him the answer to some lingering questions.

That life is nothing but a dead man’s dream.
That sadness is the ultimate happiness.
That bad is a synonym of good.
That reality is the real illusion.
That being mad is an act of sanity.
That love is the mother of all hatred.
That there’s nothing in doing Wrong,
It’s the perspective and reference frame that makes it right.


She is no more a reality, but a memory.

The feeling is like a sudden death, unable to breathe or move.

The thoughts are leaving me, the memories and clamored voices choke me.

Hugged and engulfed by a breeze of death, I sleep with disturbed tranquility.

The dreams have turned into nightmares, each fragment of time seems like centuries.

The people’s presence no longer matters, every life seems like a dead object.

Lives don’t have a perfect beginning, but death certainly deserves a perfect closure.

I long for it, as I will always long for her love and her presence.


I Wish …


I wish to go back where it all started,
When I had nothing
Where it was all sorted.

I wish to forget the people I had since met,
When I loved nothing
Where no one was a threat.

I wish to relive the peaceful past,
When the people were united
Where the opportunities were vast.

I wish to remember the mischief of this naive heart,
When I was restless
Where life wasn’t a simple black and white art.

I wish to achieve the dreams I had once undertaken,
When everything was possible
Where I was fully awaken.

I wish to sleep with the calmness I once felt,
When frost on my heart was beginning to melt
Where through grey skies, I grew wise, on the bended knees I knelt.

I wish to go back where it all started,
When I had nothing
Where it was all sorted.