The Writer’s Block


Be it prosaic, be it poetic- it is a writer’s block,
Sometimes it sort of happens, my brush in words I soak,
But when it comes to painting, those patterns in your eyes,
Sailing behind those eyes, my ships simply capsize.

With all the force that’s present, I hit that sheet with quill,
Construct, combine, create- there is plenty of will,
Yet something’s missing, something great,
It’s absconding- my creative tongue as if I ate.

I search for muse in nature, even in random ‘you’
For what I’m dwindling here, there’s no one to sue.
I run around in circles, like moon or like the sun,
Still touch can’t I the surface- this is not done!

I walk voided on ground, the depths are far from reach,
I wish some inspiration could come down and teach
Me how to dig, to dig the gravel till the roots of words,
To irrigate this waste of land, but seed I for the birds.

Too many vague ideas- those seeds fall unto earth
But none succeeds to grow- that’s my poetic dearth.
I beg:- “Oh birdies, leave some for me, please!”
Denied, I wish they turn into a bunch of flying trees.

I wish that one idea comes in the wake of day,
And just before the darkness, I could have my way,
Just before it slithers, catch by hook or by the crook,
I’d care and grow and proudly say:- “It the world had shook!”

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​The sweet essence of moment…


This one is for the depressed souls, those who spend their nights in sorrow and absolute stupor of their situation. The psychological wave is used first to conform and accept the situation and then to show an alternate beauty of the nature, which keeps our side through thick and through thin.

If there’s a difficulty in understanding the poem straight away, read odd lines and get the vision of nature, while if you’ll read the even ones- you’ll get the condition of the person in depression.


Sandwich’d layers top down skies…

One’s fed up with their hissing lies…

Ascend the staircase to stargaze…

Burn one’s eyes on that face…

Boiling, mighty Earth’s insides…

Fuming are one’s darkened eyes…

Brush’d the breeze through the green…

Burnt down- memories one’s seen…

Deadly pitch plack crouching fear…

Doomly thoughts one does wear…

Pounc’d & snapp’d lope’s pain…

Lies one crampled ball of vain…

Smooth melodious crackling bark…

Clenched lies one’s hair stark dark…

Fat burstin’ cheeks, holed in rodent…

One’s cheek- crimson pressed in dent…

Sweet smelling joyous dancing grass…

Veined out, one fails to cry out brass…

Sniff’d the air that sworn predator…

Beating, tearing up- this darn obliterator…

Swift & cautious pawed by lost soul…

Cramped, stiff, yet sobbing whole…

Hoot missed  that disappearing tail…

Still, lies one doubting one’s tale…

Turn’d the Earth, stifled beauty- Utopia…

Thoughts railed with chaotic Dystopia…

Calm’d are the starnights, calm’d the moonsight…

Calm’d now lies one mindless, child of the light…

Breaking Free…


Separating them both...
Separating them both…

Sleepless nights…
Oh- oh!
Soul denies…
Oh- oh!
Wet my eyes…
A wee
Blind my eyes…
But everything I see

The other guy,
took all…
Tore away,
my soul…
But all along,
I knew…
Still I forgot my “faith” in you…

Burn me all,
your talk…
Cold as ice,
your walk…
Shattered heart,
but your good bye hand…
Said:- “Crush it more, into the sand!”

Getting over with you left my heart wide open…
But now I know what I got to do…
Walk up to you,
                  grab your sight,
                           and with my mouth broken:
“Oh, baby, any more- I don’t love you!”

Sleep a bit…
Oh- oh!
Work a bit…
Oh- oh!
Colours around,
all gone…
I see you already,
moved on…

Secrets shared,
Unto the grave…
If you told me,
Once been brave…
You could’ve spared,
All my pain…
Now I see you’ve changed and I talk in vain…

It’s high time,
I mustn’t stop…
“Spare that dime,
Not a word you drop!
Forget about her,
Suit up and walk away…
Oh man, it’s time to walk up and say:- ‘Hey!'”

Getting over with you left my heart wide open…
But now I know what I got to do…
Walk up to you,
              grab your sight,
                       and with my mouth broken:
“Oh, baby, any more- I don’t love you!”

Me to You


People talkin’, People tryin’…
And I don’t know what to do…
So I walk away all cryin’
Coz’ I’ve no one to love…
No one to love…
No one to love…

I want you, walk right beside me…
And I left that up to you…
Demon- Heart is right inside me…
Clawing through my chest to you…

Fear not- I am the right one…
Take no time to think it through…
Feel the breeze and let it flow some…
Flow with me I’m there for you…

People talkin’, People tryin’…
And I don’t know what to do…
So I walk away all cryin’
Coz’ I’ve no one to love…
No one to love…
No one to love…

I’m your bug and you’re my lantern…
And there’s a light coming from you…
In your love, I see a pattern…
Hearts & Hearts and there are you!!!

I’ve told you, we’ve discussed this…
So no more I can see you…
Don’t you ask, whom will I miss…
Fly away- God be with you!!!

People talkin’, People tryin’…
And I don’t know what to do…
So I walk away all cryin’
Coz’ I’ve no one to love…
No one to love…
No one to love…