When sound of pitter patter on the window. She knew it is rhythm of rain cleansing dust and chemical mangled with air. The environment is in tiff circulating between guns and roses. Heady from wildness of social life where everyone licks their fur to look pretty or changes colours to blend in. Her mind was at peace she had found her destiny.In night a dream whisperer, spoke softly in her ears. Speaking sweet nothings he would always take away her fear. The dreams were vivid like reality into play. They convinced her they would be her reality some day.Constellations she had seen , people she had met were similar in many ways. In those moments, she was sure the line between dream and reality can be crossed. So she convinced herself to be fearless to face reality head on and wait for dreams to become her serendipity.


The Path I Follow

The path I follow….is lit with moonbeam 

Surrounding area is filled with darkness 

But the path I can see clear

On horizon, mist is settled

Many have been on this path

Only few could make it through

I will be one of the few

‘Coz the path I follow is lit with moonbeam 

The path I follow is lit for me.

Nightmare Vs. Dreams

Little more I am, Little less you see   

A prophetic impression makes me a seer

A silly dream of trumpet playing bear 

A causative scene of fascinating belief


Falling galaxies and consuming nebula

Then i’m near but with fear I carry

A wretched word ‘solitary’ 

Can push a person into dark


But dark recedes and light replete

 Into bones within soul whims secede  

I’m enlightened, I’m worthy

Not worried your believes cannot chain me

I break the shackles to make a point


Out of my nightmare into my dreams I find

My reality, an omen of my blissful time

Fascination With Stars


When everything is bleak and you fall asleep,

In night inside a wagon by the window seat,

A sudden lurch wakes you to a screech and a gasp,

Bewildered eyes look up at sparkling heavens,

The majestic night and stardust with it’s magical lustre,

I am spell bound a cut is closed through times suture


A benign being ready to leave

To place before she has never seen

With a thank you and smile she greets strangers

Ready to fly across the land to newest adventure

Not knowing her fate with hopeful eyes

She is on magical carpet over charcoal sky

A little wounded nevermind, riding with hope so high

She see gleaming trinkets over silver clouds

A story of her magical flight


A blink of an eye a starry light

A gleaming light gone with blink of an eye

Miracle it is, I saw a shooting star when least expected

Hopeful again my heartbeat has escalated

Kyu(Why) the question living in my dreams

I wished upon a star the dream would come to me

Fairytale Reverie- The Hero


To the Lords above, the hero who cannot be reached.

Further away from reality an elegant arm is in breach.

Trying to create swirls by caressing the faceless air.

Conspirator, an outlaw uttering scandalous apellations.

Spurious claims or honest dreams are all just hallucinations.

Devoured the view until the darkness settled before eyes.

Then sweet angel drowned in time, too little too late to find.

Her long mane forms a halo and as she lay…

Alone upon a cloud on the ground she is grave,

Even a shadow cannot touch her, sire,

Your face is etched in lines and the forest is on fire,

Clutching a rose to her bosom she is floating in her reverie,

Kings, Wisemen and Knights all from nearby land came,

To preach or to pray, to bring her out of her reverie they say.

Her spirit floats above her out of the web they create,

Mankind is in dire need all of their selfish actions claim,

The kindred of all will not listen until out of the pain,

The wizard say only she could beseech,

To the Lords above, the hero who cannot be reached.


Over the moon they flew towards the ground

Creatures of night what have you befallen to

Taken the nectar of sweetest star

 Juxtaposing with memories of past

Wild and Free.. you never sleep

Plagued by light livid with its cruelty

You dream of darken night loving its vanity

Forgiven are none who scarred your soul

Gyrating are the hymns touching your deepest core

Closing the eyes hand over the ears

A tirade of emotions are never forgiven

To fly is dream never to come real

A self- composed pun you now mock the fate

Dangerous grounds you walk on..Beware of faith!

Little Girl

Taking cold comfort in the arms of dreams

Willing to shut reality for what could have been

Little Girl! Life is no teddy bear

Cuddling it every night wouldn’t make it better

Little Girl! Leave behind the dreams to fly

The dew on grass is assertion of emotions

And walking on it, your soul will soar high

Little Girl! Take a deep breath don’t believe so fast

Sometimes to not believe is winner over liar past

Find a path where you can see the truth

Romanticize those thoughts where stronger you stood

Little Girl! Don’t tear if you are wounded or bruised

Put a band-aid and leg it, dance on unconventional tune

Prisoned are not your thoughts set it free

Caged are you not pin that bubble

Inside you is war…Beware! An explosion is coming

Little Girl! Prince Charming is also lost in crescendo of his brooding

Speak up! and pave your way through

You are not Damsel in distress but a Princess