Break free,

of my inhibitions, I want to,

of my dogma, I need to.

Break free of the chains, that I cannot see.


It is a cold cell,

cold as the forbidden hell.

Is  this your world,

or it’s just me.

Why don’t I get to, break free?

Turn the pages of history.

Turn them left, turn them right,

even there you could find me.

Hidden behind the closed doors,

buried under the soil.

Bombarded with your ingenuity.

The same cold room always,

Always the dreadful chains on me.

Seldom has an endeavour being made,

endeavour to break me free.

They say I am generous,

forgiveness at my decree.

Why do I not remember?

May be I never broke free.

Maybe  I will never break free!


You might be wondering the I in me?

Who put the chains?

What is the story?

Let me give you a glimpse,

A hypothesis to go with your lemon tea.

Follow the trail,

a child leaves with its smile.

You might find the path to break me free, to break me free.

I  might just be your salvation.

A path to resurgence.

Your path to redemption.

If you’re still confused,

Just to let you know.

I am Humanity…








A turn..

A new turn.

I took a new turn, took a new lane.

Took a path, dared the unknown treading a new terrain.

It was a new song in the same old player!

Took a long breath after a dead stare…

A new season maybe!

A new life that’s less hazy.

A new turn maybe of new events.

A new turn amidst the dark shades.


A Cry….


In the middle of the road she sat,

hands pressed hard against her chest.

Her eyes were filled with fear;

Her lips pressed against each other.

She couldn't move, any effort was moot.

A cry for help she conjured!

A cry it was,  though not of help but of fear and sadness.

She could feel those prying eyes,

Trying to snatch and tear her flesh.

Ten thousand thoughts crossed her mind, ten thousand escapes.

All that and more she tried and failed.

All that was left was her blouse in pieces.

The animals left; nothing was left of her.

Not just her flesh, her soul they scratched and snatched!

She was never weak, never ever was she fragile.

The water broke and the real world appeared.

The irony of the incident was her dichotomy.

She could remember feeding the animals,

That was lunch-time, she was in her primary!!.......


A Story from a Song


Blow a kiss, fire a gun,

Cause we all need someone to lean on!

All the dirty secrets that she keeps,

It’s her deeds, not anymore my needs,

Now all I know are sad songs.


And just like fire, burning all the way,

Something about you that makes me does things, it makes me stay.

Felling used but I still miss you.

I hate you, I love, I hate that I want you,

I miss you when I sleep and all I know are sad songs.

Take away your things and go, but you can’t take away what you said, as mark it will stay.

I am so sick of that same old love, that kind that breaks your heart.

In the blink of an eye, you could lose everything, because there’s no promise in tomorrow,

Remember I am only one call away.

Common let it go, it’s all they say,

You be you and well I’ll be the usual me,

I used to believe we were running on the edge of something beautiful,

You were an angel, said you would never leave me, you left, and maybe I wasn’t plentiful.

You are my ecstasy; I am high on loving you.

But we don’t talk anymore like we used to.

I want you all to myself, Look what you done,

All I know are sad songs.


I’m only human can’t you see, I only made a mistake!

If all I get your hand in my hand, baby I could die a happy man.

I am just a sucker for pain,

Your words cut deeper than a knife, now I need someone to bring me back to life.

Got a felling than I am going down, I will be needing stitches, I will need you pulling me from ditches

I remember, you used to call me on my cellphone.

I know I can treat you better.

But all I am left with are sad songs.














Broken Heart and a Cigarette Butt

She was there, gaping up above

Up above into the night sky.

With thousand thoughts,

Filled with agony and aghast,

There she sat, with a broken heart.

        Lonely as the stars, did she feel;

        Nudging her skin was the breezy chill.

        Riddled were her emotions as the moments’ passed,

        Her heart was empty, nothing more to steal.

Staring into the infinite, was a broken heart,

Felt the warmth of a cigarette butt.

As the night passed, died a young girl;

But only for a woman to take birth.


Moving through my thoughts and juggling with words, trying to venture into a new realm of infinities is the purpose of this adventure that I am calling as WORDS and THOUGHTS. It is a small step of possibilities but a giant leap for opportunities, opportunities to carve out realism with the chisel of thoughts and on the stone of words. The exploration is to seek out the Nebulae, to pen down the majesty, to surrender into the vastness of the cosmos of WORDS and THOUGHTS, collecting the beads, threading them in poetry, and not just stop there but have sneak behind the event horizon, if possible. The journey is expected to be bumpy, not at all pretty but  with warm wishes , a few well wishes , a nudge here and a nudge there, the Wanderer will embark the journey through WORDS and THOUGHTS.