He walked past the dreams slowly. He did not want to wake up those who were sleeping. Or trying to sleep Or Dreaming… Or waiting for a Dream… Every dream is said to have a jar of honey but before anyone can reach it the sleep is broken. If you sleep really thinking of that honey, You might reach it in the dream is what they say but no one has … Continue reading Sitting in a Dream – National Poetry Month – Day-17

Through faces lost in time I search for fragments of a memory. And what do memories do? it blends happiness in pain and spits out half dead life. But the forest where the trees scream where wind is silenced by leaves one does not need a memory to find their way First they acknowledge being lost then they tell the trees to shut up and … Continue reading Bury The Cry – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day16

You should once decide there are too many strings that force us not to but, what good does that do? Every decision has its repercussions But it is all a matter of time before people forget everyone loves a new day Regrets will never stop following you your indecisiveness and decision both will grant you same a bag full of regrets Thats the whole point … Continue reading Decide to Decide – National Poetry Month – Day15

A time comes when you too will turn your back on you you will be just a call away to be reached but even your screams will move away from you You will notice a silence walking beside you just like a shadow You will acknowledge its existence for the first time in your life Silence can be powerful even painful than screams Screams move … Continue reading There is always a New Day – National Poetry Month – Day14

There is a long journey that never starts and how can something end when never started? True, but there are breaks in between and before and after the breaks there is a shiny piece of life. That’s what we need to find. Sometimes the breaks are long and sometimes short and almost non existent. Is there a choice to not travel? To remain where you … Continue reading The Sleep of Life – National Poetry Month – Day13

One day the traffic lights got tired day and night blinking like idiots enough is enough they decided to quit The red, green and yellow all three got down the post and crossed the road They knew who moves and who stays together they could make traffic stop, slow or race through life Well that’s all when they are on a post part of a bigger scheme blinking … Continue reading Traffic Lights Dreaming – National Poetry Month-Day9