Tragedies of Love

Living by the shore


Whispering a tune

behind your ear.

It took so long

to make you feel home

where I have a place,

Right here.


Love can’t be measured

when we spent together.

Love is treacherous,

throughout our lives and until the end of time.


By the shore,

I can see

the waves moving in and out

what’s more, a sad remnant of me

Than a glass of wine filled and I lying empty beside it.Blog

The soul breaks and the heart cries her name aloud. But since the world is deaf and cold i let my pen bleed and cry for me.

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The Faded Beauty

The Faded Beauty


The night sky we see


is not the same,


as the one our predecessors looked upon.


Stars have blurred,


urban sprawl has attacked,


what’s more, the once consummate traverse of night


might be lost in our ocean of light.


The bustling individuals don’t take note.


Nobody looks to the stars any longer


The thick dark sky,


dotted with whispers of removed life.


Lovely lamps coasting oblivious.


Gatekeepers of our universe,


watch life hit the dance floor with death,


as they quietly blur away.


There are no more answers from the divine beings.


No more stories in the night.


Not any more addressing how everyone came to have life.


The world is excessively occupied,


soaked in it’s counterfeit light.


Excessively occupied with, making it impossible to become mixed up in this wonderful spread.


Excessively occupied with, making it impossible to look to our makers.


The flashes that make life.



So , just lie down and enjoy the stars before they fade forever!!

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The Rainy Day’s

The Rainy Day’s


Nights were dark, grim and cold

And the clouds invaded the sky

Extended till the horizon and the peaks so high

I wondered “If I ever would see the light?”


Life grew dreary and sceptic of the bright

As, the clouds poured, flooding my mind

With the thoughts of calamity and catastrophe, by the mighty

Angels of doom, holocausting the blissful residence of the soul


Besides, the gathered vivid dreams I lied

Too, tired and too old to resist and fight

And, now only prayers chanted from my lips

As everything which I once held dear, slipped


Living in the delusion, having drunk the intoxicating wine

Of false power and pride destroyed at the first sight of peril

And, too foolish to realise that we are mere pawns

In the game of chess between the God and the devil


Just a poem today, as i feel too calm to talk about anything else. So , i will just sip my coffee and watch it rain from the dark sky as i read yours and mine life.50-rainy-street

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Going Vegan!

No i am not gonna rant about how cruel is it to kill animals and why it is better to eat plants instead. I am not from PETA and i am not an idiot to force my opinions upon the smart asses like you. So shall we begin the story.

Arun- Yaar! let’s go to doon durbar (Famous Non Veg. Restaurant)

Me- OK ! But after we finish the ” Cursed Child”( Pottermaniac)

After an hour during which he kept ranting about the famous lamb and butter chicken at the place and i ignoring him with earphones around my ears and book in my head . I picked up the Scooter and we drove.

Arun- How’s she.

Me- Who?

Arun- Bhabhi( That’s the Indian reference to my girlfriend)

Me- We broke up

Arun- You broke up or did she break up with you(Sarcastic Tone)

Me- She broke up( With my eyes down to my knees)

And we drove past Doon Darbar glued in our stupid conversation

Suddenly Arun realises and we drive a mile back to the restaurant

Arun- Finally some thing else that Hostel Shit.

Me- Yeah( Still lost is her dreams)

Arun to the Waiter-

“A butter chicken and 4 Rotis” and please bring it quickly”- As he had a moon launch to attend

I got up and decided to take the walk as Arun was now being a bitch about her. Suddenly i saw a man coming out of the Kitchen Store. He was dripped in blood in both his hands and his white Vest turned red.

I was horrified by the scene, so much that i thought Fuck her! Fuck Arun! I am out

And from that day onward i turned to a vegan

P.S- Arun is still a dick


Now we shall bid farewell.See ya’all soon.

Till the . Dasvidaniya!

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Islam as it is

Disclaimer- This blog consists of contents that are only relevant for the stable minded and not for the fundamentalists and fanatics. Nor for you “Liberals”.If you feel offended though just remember I am a just a 20 year old experimenting with the Truth.


There are currently two views about Islam around the world

Joey- Islam is a religion of Peace!

Frank- Muslims are bloody Terrorists.

The problem with both views is simple. We humans rarely use our gifted sense of logical and balanced thinking and we judge  because it’s easy isn’t it.

Firstly Islam like Christianity ( Both Abrahamic and Monotheistic) was spread through violence and less through peace. The invasion of Mecca by Prophet Mohammed and then the expansion of the Islamic caliphate which even conquered Spain was done through violence. Million’s of men , women and children were subjugated and converted to Islam or else lost their lives. Sharia law asks for the capital punishment through stoning and decapitating. All Muslims might not be terrorists but all terrorists which have rocked the world were Muslim( At least by faith). Name me one Islamic Country ( Except probably Turkey) that allows a liberal society in the country and practice Democracy. The Sunni-Shia conflict along with the execution of Ahmadiyyas and Kurdish community across the world which has let to millions of death. Makes me believe Islam in it’s current form is not peaceful.

The Problem with Islam lies in the fact that they believe that a book from the Seventh Century which by the way is also untouched, unadulterated and unaltered through the centuries and a seventh century Man name “Mohammed” are still relevant in 21st century. Islam has become like a stagnant water which is now thus polluted.

Now for those who believe “All Muslims are Terrorists”.

Imagine you are a 10 year old kid in Afghanistan. USA bombs your house as it “suspects” it to be a terrorist camp. Now you survive and your family dies. Ravaged by the hunger and grief to see your entire family and house in ruins , you search for a living to survive.

Filled with the anger against the country which fucked up your entire life and no possible source of Income, you are lured in by these people who ignite your fire even further and you in desperation and in order to seek revenge become” Terrorists” for the USA but a “Freedom fighter” for yourself and your country”.

This is how a great section of terrorists created. Although there are other factors such as Hardcore and false religious teachings but the cause i mentioned above is the most prominent of all.

I could go on and on. But the gist is that the religion including Islam was created by Human and Humans are imperfect and so is their creation we call as ” Religion”.

If there is Osama bin Laden then there is Umar Fayyaz. If there is Hafiz Saeed there is APJ Abdul Kalam.

So, the need of the hour is that Islam acknowledges it’s imperfection and mend it instead of gaining sympathy and the people who call Muslims, terrorists should be sensitive of their situation and remember that not all Muslims are terrorists.

May Allah bless you!!


Till then Peace!!

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Regrets of the life!

“All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I’d do, I’d give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah”

Yeah Avril . You are right. Hurt doesn’t it. Pains day in and day out. Bloody heartbreak.

Days of tears, longings and alcohol just to wash down the pain . Really uproots you from the soil of joy and plants you to the swamp of pain.

10 days and no hope in sight. But then something exciting happened


Really sobered up after a while and  discovered the wonderful feeling called ” Moving On”.

Remember the day you get up and realize that she isn’t that beautiful after all.


Naturally being a poet i had a fair share of tears through my pen. But a bit different way than you expect.

Apologies for the Past


As I sat down leaning on the white wall

In, the gallery floored with the wood of oak

I could still hear the footsteps of her dancing, with this nice old bloke

Drenched in the wine of the mystical love or was it the hidden infernal bane.


Staring at the dusk as the yellow turned tangerine

I was struck by the insight of my lost sense of esteem

And, I sipped my whisky a little this time

As I had apologies for the man that I have been in the past


I bear the guilt, holding my life so low

To be tramped over by the thoughts of misery and woe

And let that Scottish lass assay my pristine love

Which knew no limits as it wasn’t destined to know so


I beg for the forgiveness of my manly pride

Which roared like a lion in the jungle of life

But, I reduced it to a mere bleat of the shivering goat for slaughter

Just to keep my love in my sight


I apologize to the sea and the wind

As I neglected your presence in my blood and veins

And to the quill, and to the pot of ink that I brushed aside

Only to be mocked in the sonnet of infidelity of an irreligious


So, I pray for your mercy, to allow this fool

To cast away the devil and be one with my true self

As, you rise my dead spirit drowned in the alcohol

Of her name which extinguished my aura and life overall





So guys! Let me Sober up a bit. See you soon!

Till then


And Yes to Quote Devdas:-

Kaun Kambakht bardaasht karne ko peeta hai… hum to peete hai ki yahan par baith sake, tumhe dekh sakhe , tumhe bardaasht kar sake


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Do we provoke God to jealousy!

I know i am late friends, haven’t opened my blog for a while. I apologize..Promise to be regular, but you know LIFE .

Ever thought of being spiritual. No! I am not telling you wear the orange robes and sell your I- phone and shave your heads ,to become monks. I mean have you sought a path out of this chaos, have you ever searched for peace! Come on, i trust you for smart people!

What? Really. Like never. Ok! You had an experience but you can’t name it . So let’s walk through this journey together for a bit.


First of all let me clearly separate between religion and  spiritualism. Religion is a depiction of faith of one in the god, spiritualism is the faith one in thyself. Religion has rules, spiritualism has one, ” Be true to yourself”. Religion was created by man but spirituality is “His” gift.

So, now as i move forward i feel we all are mostly frustrated by their religion so, here is some food for the thought.




“O’ it is a lovely Sunday morning as the sun dawns”

“God has gifted us this day amidst our all storms”

“Humanity has been blessed, and your faith has been rewarded”

“As the almighty has sanctioned me on his behalf to clear your crimes”, announced the preacher.


Seeing the magic nothing more than a deception of the eye

And his cheap parlour tricks that screamed for attraction

I saw as the mass sway their faith from the God

Into the hands of a mortal who didn’t even knew what was destined.


Seeing the sight my heart melt in sorrow

And my pain grew seeing the humanity’s plight

That man is so desperate for miracles to turn the clock of his fate

That his forlorn soul has forgotten the art of labour and cherish the sweat.


And at that moment the truth struck me hard

That neither the preacher nor the bible can change the life solemn main

So, let us be up and doing with a heart for the truth and any fate

As, the religion and not the god is responsible for the man’s shipwrecked state.


So , i leave with you a question. Do you seek yourself or someone up in the heaven to grant you wishes? Don’t be Columbus and seek the truth that lies in your soul.Blog


Till then “पुनर्दर्शनाय”.

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It was a Murder !!

Yes , it was. She didn’t commit suicide.She was murdered.She was killed and raped a thousand times before she finally gave up on her life.By the “MEN” who see this as their macho and a Birthright since they are more strong then the women around them.

Fucking Assholes!!

First she faces the danger of being killed before even entering this godforsaken world.Even if she makes her way through it.She is the “Second Child” in the family always.Education,liberty and modernization are not a right but a privilege for her and after overcoming this shithole, she is married to a man she does not even know properly.

For many Indian men the term “Marital Rape” does not exist. “How can it be a rape if she is my wife”. She is your wife idiot not your property Idiot!!

And as she ages, her fingers now tremble and the mouth speaks seldom because she has now learnt to bury all the pain and suffering deep inside her! .To whom she must shout,To whom she should cry her river of oppression and pain. The pain only releases only after her death!

Girls walking down the streets are whistled at,Eye-fucked by hundreds of men everyday.Yeah! I admire the beauty, but there is the difference between admiration and lust, between beautiful and “Maal” and between “Gorgeous” and ” Cracker”.

It’s not the problem of India,it’s an mental epidemic all across the world.

So, my heart melted and ink made it’s strokes to write this Poem,


Who is she?


A girl, a woman and a mother is what she is

Friend to some and a lover to him she is

Dress her in red, and worship her like a Goddess

And, then rip her fabric apart and treat her like a witch in your holy shrine


She walks down the road every eve

Stared by the men, she veils her pain and grief

People see her as a sack of meat, to feast their eyes upon

To shallow to realise the beautiful soul which lay in her beneath


Love to lust, she had stood strong in all season’s

Still the size of her clothes is the all the reason

Of, the tossing and crushing of her self-respect and dignity

By, the masses of every section in this disgraceful society


So, grow up folks, it’s been a million years of evolution

Isn’t it too late to realise that her clothes aren’t the solution

As, she stands on the quicksand of the narrow-minded patriarchy

Sinking her deep, with her every move to elevate the society



And, it seems her identity is lost somewhere now

As, she lies in a corner sobbing till her tears run out

Making a choice between the rope and the poison which she held in her trembling hands

Deciding to end this torcher of life, once for and all

As it wasn’t yours it was “Her’s” fault.




The time calls for the collective action of the society to stop this nuisance once and for all because she didn’t commit suicide she WAS MURDERED.

Good Bye!! Till then. We will meet again soon.

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The Mass Butchering!

See that exclamation mark. Yeah it was for bringing and darting your attention to the topic we all here everyday in the tube,radios,Facebook and twitter feeds ,newspapers ..blah ,blah ,but never really pay heed to it.

I could present you with some boring stats here mate! ,but i would like to sting you all my friends about the truth of the greatest refugee crisis we are facing since World War 2 and that is due to millions of Syrian’s fleeing their country in order to survive the bloody civil war that has ravaged the nation from head to toe.

It makes me sad how we as a collective human society could be so heartless and non-caring about children washing dead ashore and boats carrying hundreds of people sinking the Mediterranean .

Above that ,now we do have a Travel Ban to stop these “Terrorists” and “Muslims” at the gates of the world’s oldest democracy. Seriously fuck you Trump!

I am not here to preach you all, but it’s my responsibility and your’s too if you haven’t traded your soul with the devil to show some empathy and love towards them.They are desperate and in need .So just open your borders,verify them and let them in Europe and America so that you don’t have to meet the real devil in the end.


Here is a small poem I have dedicated to this Global Calamity.Hope you learn.


Laughter in the Slaughter


“Soul’s burning, lives sacrificed in Syria”, the tube flashed

“We accept donations from Christians only”, read the money box

“Does humanity preach uplifting a human”

“Or dividing life or death between these narrow walls”, I asked


She stared into me searching for eternal shallowness

And, then whispered in my ears

“Charity is over the corner, Sir!”

“This world runs on profit and power”, she said in obviousness

“Is humanity profitable?”, She asked


I looked at her and then around me in a dismay and hopelessness

“Is this what the world reduced to?”, I murmured

As, I, strolled in shock across the colossal glass door

“The smile on her face, reminds me the grin on the grim reaper’s face”, I imagined


“Death comes to us all”

“Flush and bones rot and wither away” the sorrowful heart whispered

But what this world will do with an eternal fallen soul

Isn’t this the devil’s haul?



As the privileged laugh

On the slaughter of poor

I imagine, who has really fallen

The Satan, or the children of God.


So,Help our brothers and sisters who are fleeing leaving their everything behind .Show some empathy you Cold Stones!160303085722-restricted-02-migrant-crisis-0303-super-169

Till then! Ciao. Will meet again.


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The Monsoon Winds!

So, she is finally here. Noooo!! not a Lass or a Dame flaunting her superficial colors over the park .I am talking about the rains.Here in the subcontinent we call these winds which bring in the water to the thirsty land as “Monsoon”.Such a beautiful and soothing name isn’t it.Love it.

So,Finally the Rains have begun,and I being  an emotional typewriter has started to spill my ink all over my blog exemplifying it’s beauty and expressing my gratitude to it.

But who does not love dark skies , cold zephyr and the green and rejuvenated nature all around.It’s like the God’s Gift for an Atheist ,isn’t it.

Monsoon soaks us all in the most spiritual feeling of all.It turns up the artist is us.So bloody hell! stop complaining about the puddles and the insects and pick up your pastel,pen or charcoal and just let your heart flow over .Monsoon does have a special bond with me! I like it’s damp and wet weather.


So now here is a small tribute ,to one of the most calming and beautiful forces of nature as I dedicate my creation to you beauty!!





Standing, in my balcony as I sip my cup of tea

A gentle, cool breeze swept touching my skin

Evaporating all my melancholy and glee

As I turned over a new leaf again.


Dark clouds, gathered in the heaven up above

To, wet the tree and the earth

And, the ships that sail in the sea

Extinguishing the flames of anguish and desire, sunk in the heart deep.


And, now the drizzle began, quenching the thirst

Of every perishable man on earth

As the god thundered and bolted the light

The earth welcomes the monsoon with joy.


The rain and the wind display this art

Of spiritual blessing and rejuvenation, in the gods part

And, I stand now, on the field, drenched from head to toe

As my arms are now spread, soaking the beauty from its every stroke.


So,Pick up your caffeine,Wrap yourself nice and tight and fall in love with her winds again!


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Till then. DASVIDANIYA !!