All or Nothing


Daily Prompt “Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.” — Sylvia Plath

Depressed,lonely life is full of shit

Human is merely drowning in a ditch

Materialistic things you need not possess

All you need is a somber angelic bless

Love, gratitude hold no meaning

When you lose touch with that eternal feeling

Every Nirbhaya cries her heart out in pain

Thousands gather but all in vain

Wake up and save your mothers, sisters and friends

Wake up and let your hearts cleanse

All or Nothing?


A pen is mightier than the sword


The quill rests on the paper

The ink is blue but not real

I dream of warriors and swords

But battle with a pen

Because as they say

A pen is mightier than the sword

Triumphantly I walk towards the door

At having written for NaNoWriMo

Eclectic to have a protagonist that reflects my inner soul

And wait for the next inspiration to  adore

the beauty of the pages on my new diary

But as I pen down my words I get weary

Eyelids battle to shut and coffee gives no respite

But write I must despite

For my story is my soul

And getting published is a writer’s ultimate goal

NaNoWriMo is an annual (November) novel writing project that brings together professional and amateur writers from all over the world.

Empty Nest

I have neighbors in their 70’s whose only son has migrated leaving a void, this poem is dedicated to them:


A little canary with a golden heart

Was born in some part of the world

Raised by Ma and Pa canary with love

They taught him how to fly, how to dive

In this vast world they taught him how to thrive

Then one day he flew away

Never to return back

Ma and Pa canary knew not what to do

They had tears in their eye

Sought him before they die

His heart pound each time he remembered them

Knew he not what to choose

His dreams or his emotions

He left his motherland and his mother

He left a part of his heart with them

A dreaded day he received the awful news

His Ma and Pa left for heavenly abode

His heart bled, he returned only to find nothingness

His Golden heart had turned cold

It was his turn now he saw his son leave

And realized he was old……