The Element

Meticulously woven senses resides in the prosperous,
Revisits the opulent side of it,
Where the lack refuses the jouissance,
That element!

The appetence for the grail beyond avarice,
Blinds the avidity proliferating within,
Where the sanity hankers for that burgeoning passion,
Invites that element!

Purpose of thy entity is to ferret about for that element,
The sole architect to liberate thou from the grind,
Where one concedes to his veiled gusto,
Grows to be the unconquerable doyen!

The pellucid consciousness will thus reflect,
Enumerating the relinquishments,
Of consigning thyself to the refining of that element,
To find you coalescing with thy true self!


Astray Mind

Upon the crossroads of tussles,

Strikes the lightening of agony,

Virulent the question destroys,

The mindfulness!


Ferocious hounds consume the ability,

The direction waivers its destination,

Upon that nimbus that halos the mind,

Lets the comportment depart. 


Rendered by the hands-

powers that thou operates,

Struck by the strident voices,

Sibilant consciousness numbs the sanity!


Grounds crack upon the veneer,

Visages slithers past thy needs,

Folks and lords camouflage their roles,

But the neurotic sense knows it all!


A puppet conforming to thou master,

Master wrecking each modicum of thy resilience,

Let thyself assuage from clutches of such marionettist,

Let this persona regain its mind!

What is beauty?

On being asked this question by my teacher, it really made me think that we define beauty on a very shallow basis!

Many of us will still define it to be: Not the physical beauty but the inner one!

Even i was trapped under the same definition… But on questioning myself on this very question i came up with this…

” Beauty is an echo of your comeback after a setback! Its how beautifully you handled yourself through the difficult times and brought yourself to a stage you are known for!”

Everybody faces a challenge and a difficult time- its a part and beauty of life… But some surrender and some take it as a challenge to make it their move and have that beautiful comeback!

Whats your move?


Imagine there’s no border

Its easy if you think,

Nothing to divide and rule for,

And no such news which makes you sink,

Imagine all the people dying to let us live!


Imagine there’s no money

Its easy to live if you try,

Nothing to bridge gaps between people,

And tears that all share and cry,

Imagine all the people defining humanity and life!


You may say its all a dream,

But why not we dream this together,

I hope we bring this all alive,

And knit a world in which we live all together!


Imagine no fears,

Its possible if we can,

No need for living in isolation,

A brother to each man,

Imagine all the people living like we dreamt of!


You may say its all a dream,

But why not we dream this together,

I hope we bring this all alive,

And knit a world in which we live all together!


# This poem has been inspired from the very famous Song Imagine by John Lennon!

Black bird

Dead that night could be,

breathing on the blackbird’s notes,

as she sang… reciting the song she wrote!!


Crackling fires and a river flowing a side,

winds that gave shivers and a tree on which the black bird cried!!


Wanting you to fly with her,

amidst that dark screaming dead night,

she felt lonely and a song that she continued…

she sighed!!



Waiting for the morning to break dawn,

her song would then end…

that night seemed too long,

she Started yet another song she penned!


Another song that she began,

I was a stranger to her words and what she meant,

Another loner that I was…

I sat under the tree and began to listen!


Crackling fires and a river flowing a side,

winds that gave shivers and a tree on which the black bird cried!!

Under the tree someone trying to know what she sang,

Together we sang, while the dark woods rang!


Analysing Why Rapes take place in India!

Hello All! I was a bit irregular these days because of my final exams… But I am here back now!!

So, I had been selected for a survey regarding Analysing Why rapes take place and life after rapes… So here’s a short writeup summing points up:

1.Why do rapes take place?

Rapes, though, are an outcome of an impulsive act, the genesis lies in a deeper vicious circle of faulty and negative conditioning , skewed upbringing  in the society, lack of education, unemployment , peer pressure and exposure to undesirable content through social media.

2.How can Girls, boys and society be changed:

The change has to start at the level where each parent sensitises their sons towards women, make them empathetic and instil in them the concept of equality of boys and girls.

It is the initial discrimination in the society instilled in the male child which makes him to distinguish himself as the superior sex and the female to be subservient  to him physically, emotionally and economically.

Secondly, but more importantly, it is imperative that the girl child is groomed to be economically independent and emotionally strong to sustain an independent existence. It is only when girls who have till age suffered due to their economic and physical dependence on their male wards, can now have a strong footing if economically independent. The fear of being rejected and divorced had led the woman to bear the injustice ,discrimination and ridicule. But as she now is equally educated, empowered, she faces the world with new confidence.

3.How does media play a role?

Accessibility to media had until now had been restricted to television and news print, but with the increased exposure to internet mediated social networking and the availability of all literature at the click of the button accessible at all levels is proving to be debilitating for the psychological mindset.

Researches indicate that pornographic content on youtube, movies or any other visual media, is desensitising the male youth and making them unable to handle or channelise their instincts.

4.What can Police, Law do?

There are a lot of laws formed in favour of women but its needs proper and speedy implementation. Delay in justice is justice denied. As mentioned in “The Washington Post”, dated 29 December,2012, ‘The country has about 15 judges for every 1 million people, while China has 159. A Delhi high court judge once estimated it would take 466 years to get through the backlog in the capital alone.’

Why not?… And needn’t be!

Why not I come back home late?

And needn’t answer all questions asked for doing so…

If boys are allowed to hangup with their friends so late,

And when asked… “We went for a late night show!”?


Why not I wear that dress?

And needn’t change them as they ask me to do…

If boys can come out in their knickerbockers, shirtless,

Me wearing sleeveless is unacceptable, boys in that look cool?


Why not I get a tattoo?

And needn’t take permission for getting one…

When my brother was not even questioned once,

And me to not have a tattoo… is that even done?


Why not I spend my money on myself?

And needn’t tell all where I earned all that from…

when a boy can spend his parents money on girls,

a new girl which he brings every month!


Why not I roam about freely in those streets?

And needn’t fear that someone might chase me…

When that same boy is not asked by his parents what he was upto,

But the girl is accused that it was all her fault, What an analogy!


Is that all you talk about equality?


Then why not have shame on us…

And needn’t give any excuses for it,

When can’t we stand up together to fight for the cause,

And make a society that together we knit?


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Are we Ready yet?

Looking through the glass window,

I saw myself vaguely,

Rather the outside world better!

Is It how we are?


I guess from the beginning,

In the race to know the outside,

We often miss ourselves within,

We seem to be so unclear!


So unclear,

That we often misjudge our own judgements,

Question our own intention,

Curse our own being!


Things on the outside are appealing,

From that dress to that girl,

Why I am not like her? Is the question,

Get distressed and curse once again!


To fit in this ruthless world,

One seems so happy and satisfied physically,

But is sinking every second within,

Untying a knot towards the lease of life!


I feel, life is a game of hold,

Where you stand on the same starting point,

Depends where you finish!

So, To start the game, always question…. Are we ready yet?

Irresistible Pastime

I took a heavenly stroll remembering the irresistible pastime,

The time had come to do so,

In the mornings with my empty heart,

The heart had to suffer the day going through.


With my light feet on the morning dew,

I had to trek many heavy steps,


With the breath in the open air,

I had to take in a lot of stress,


With my eyes closed feeling the winds gushing,

I had to catch a lot that was rushing,


With my fingers dancing on the bushes green

I had to set many things free,


With these I remembered such heavy yet irresistible pastimes,

But the time had come to do so…


With my heavy heart,

Waiting to be set light,


With my worn out feet,

I had to heal the humanity’s seed,


With my breathless breaths,

I had to breathe all I could get,


With my choking self,

I had to resuscitate all that was left,


With my cuffed hands,

I had to free all who had to flee!


With my restless conscience,

I felt the rains falling dense and slow…


With these yet again I remember,

My irresistible pastimes…

The ones which recite my present!