A Dreamer In The Dark

At nights, when mystery streams
When the pale moon, blatantly beams.
Deep into the darkness, a boy dreams
While all his nightmares, within him scream.

Drowning in the burning depths of hell,
Amidst life’s enchanted atrocious spell.
He pretends a fake smile so wildly well
It hides depression within him, that dwells.

Carrying his traumas, his dark obsessions
He dives into a galaxy of fantasy fiction.
Where like an opium addict’s, dreamy illusion
A world of his own he creates, he envisions.

Happiness is, but a dream for him
For his reality is ghastly, grey & grim.
The scars of sadness, embrace his skin
Yet dreaming makes him, smile within.

With his thoughts, darkness he decorates
With his wisdom, misery he celebrates.
With his hidden tears, smiles he creates
With his dreams, others’ lives he elevates.

Lingering hopes may continue to depart
Smothering Sadness may tear his soul apart.
Pulsating pain may rip his heart
But he’ll still be a dreamer in the dark.


Note:- I sincerely feel that if darkness of some situation descends upon us, we must accept it with a smile on our face &  with a desire in our hearts seeking wisdom to evolve as a stronger individual. But there comes a phase when amidst all the sadness & the moment’s madness one might become bitter & might give up on their dreams. So this poem is dedicated to all the dreamers like me & hopes to deliver a heart-felt message that regardless of how depressing the situation might be, fight with fortitude, marching towards your dream, do not give up on your dream. Believe in the goodness of your dreams rather than the negativity of the dark gruesome situation for a dreamer/ believer even in darkness is capable of crafting miracles & smiles for others.  

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Hymn For Humanity (Collaboration with Tejasvi)

Caring these days is a lost art,
No one cares for the pain in someone’s heart.
We think we are civilized and smart,
But our humanity is falling apart.

We are only concerned about our own gains,
Drenched in greed, we’re going insane.
Unsympathetic we are to others’ pain,
For the devil resides in our brains.

The blood of humanity stains our world,
As the concept of sympathy gets blurred.
Why have we become so insensitively absurd?
Why is there hate in our every word?

For the stars in heaven above that gleam,
For the demons in hell underneath that scream,
Tell my soul, that sorrowfully bleeds,
Tell me, why can’t someone’s misery we feel?

We must quit our cruelty and abuse,
Others’ kind hearts we should never misuse.
Instead, we must put ourselves in their shoes,
And whenever we can, we should be of good use!

This selfish world we must refashion,
By building bonds with true compassion,
So that our souls get satisfaction,
As we put our emotional healing into action.

Let’s link arms and form a community,
And spread smiles at every opportunity.
Let our hearts be filled with purity,
Embracing our diversity, let us rise in unity.

Just a warm smile can come a long way,
To brighten someone’s life every day.
Let’s maintain our composure come what may,
Ensuring we only have kind words to say.



Note: Humanity is that one trait that separates us humans from animals, but as the wheel of time carelessly moves on this divine trait seems to be fading away from our existence. Consumed with greed, entrapped in a cut-throat competition, it’s like we are in a rat race, yearning to see others perish. It’s easy to mock & judge a hurt soul, but it takes a considerable amount of strength to create miracles of someone’s life, it takes humanity to turn someone’s cry into a smile. So I urge my readers to extend a helping hand to heal others rather than pointing fingers & mocking a troubled heart. Create miracles for someone, heal with humanity.  

I had the honor of collaborating with Tejasvi for this poem, please do visit her blog > https://tejasvikashyap.wordpress.com/ she’s a fantastic writer. 

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Merchant Of Love

Reminiscently you hold your broken heart
You visualize the glorious days of the past.
While pain paralyzes & rips you apart
Alone you feel like a social outcast.

Life left you high & dry
This reality you try to deny.
Tears stream from your eye
Hopeless, in loneliness, you cry.

Amidst this dark, this brutal attack
You wonder where you lacked.
As your happiness fades to black
Your dreams burn & your heart cracks

In life’s atrocious game you feel trapped
Sadness slaughters your heart with an axe.
Scarred with sorrow & the bloody cracks
Your wounded heart cringes & contracts.

As the magnitude of malicious miseries extends
Don’t be teary, Don’t be weary my friend
The torment, the trauma shall end
Your heart, I, the merchant of love, shall mend

New dreams for you I’ll craft with grace
I’ll wipe the tears from your face.
Your gloom, with a blissful bloom, I’ll replace
Your heart’s agony I’ll erase.

Your heart, I would embrace
Your heart’s scars & cracks, I won’t hate.
Instead, I’ll see those cracks as space
Through which, with love, I’ll touch your soul’s gate.

Note: There are times when life & fate conspire together to break a person emotionally. The respective person feels cornered & tends to brutally bleed being victimized by harshness of the situation. It is at this juncture that one must tap on the merchant of love that resides within us to emotionally heal that respective person. We all have the capability of creating miracles, amidst the storm of hate & agony let us all be the merchants of love & the messengers of compassion so that we can create a miracle in someone’s life by mending their broken heart & changing their tears of helplessness into sparkling smiles.

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Heart became a stone, abandoned in darkness alone
Life’s torturous tone, melancholic melody, burnt my bones.
Sadness searingly sowed, by you, when I was disowned
Broken & cold, I lived alone on my own

I vividly remember, it was the smothering September
When amidst wicked weather, I received your letter
That filled me with terror, that’ll disturb me forever
Plagued by tremor, I met the letter’s sinful sender.

Moon gracefully gleamed, it haunted me with dreams
Of my false fantasy, of my tormented tragedy.
And stars beautifully beamed, while I screamed
Victimized by your strategy, I bled in agony.

Life seemed blurred when my love you spurned
Down crashed my world, as our meeting adjourned.
Insensitive & unconcerned, on me, you carelessly turned
Emotions wildly churned, my bosom brutally burned.

I loved you from my heart’s core
Yet killing our love, you left me insecure.
In life now as we part more & more
Our love shall resurrect nevermore.

Your memory shall fade from my soul’s shore
I won’t value you like I did before.
On your existence, I close my mind’s door
Our love shall resurrect nevermore.


Note: Even though we are blessed with all the fancy gadgets & toys in the world, yet some people love to play with the emotions of other people. I know how it feels sometimes when people start taking your existence for granted. It is at this juncture in life when you must not let anyone’s neglectful attitude affect you. I truly believe that everyone is flawlessly amazing in their own unique way & if someone fails to value or respect the goodness of your heart, by taking you for granted then it’s okay to just bow out from their lives/ throw them out of your life. Through the medium of this poem I just want to express that it’s very easy to find people who are willing to laugh with you in your good times but it’s very tough to find someone who is there to wipe your tears in the dark phase of your life, so please value someone who is there to listen to your troubled tales, respect that someone who lends you a shoulder to lean on  because someday you might miss him/her when they are gone. 

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Come Rest In My Heart


Looking into your dreary eyes
I feel you bleed, from inside.
By life’s treachery you’ve been victimized
You silently scream you’re traumatized.

Your hopes crumble to the floor
Broken & dead, amidst life’s ruthless roar.
You’re lifeless, behind a locked door
Hiding pain, with sadness your heart soars.

Your soul is tortured & torn apart
Haunted by nightmares, of the past.
But please don’t cry alone in the dark
Come friend, come rest in my heart.

Alone you fought & bled for years
To your teary tales, I lend my ears.
Give my eyes, with your burning tears
& tell me, all your ominous fears.

While you’re depressed, plagued by stress
On my chest, put your miseries to rest
Share the deep seas, of your sorrow
Because, your sorrow, I intend to borrow.

If the night is depressingly long
I’ll hold your hand, from dusk till dawn.
Please don’t cry alone in the dark
Come friend, come rest in my heart.




Note:- Often there is this emotional hunger within us to speak & express ourselves, sometimes this emotional hunger to be heard becomes so obsessive that we completely forget that listening to someone else’s misery is as important as expressing ourselves. It is due to this insensitive & selfish trait of ours that people have stopped expressing the true magnitude of their pain to anyone because none is there to listen to their agony. I wrote this poem as I realized that there are people around me who are going through an emotional struggle be it due to some disease, heartbreak, past stigmas or death of a loved one. Through the medium of this poem, I just wish to express to those people that their might be times when I might not always be able to provide the best of advice to them, but I’ll always be there to listen to their problems with compassion. I’m always there to listen & emotionally support anyone going through any kind of emotional distress. 

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A Pain Within A Pain

Feel this dark ecstasy of my soul
Enjoy my horrors, that are untold.
Witness the agony of my heart
See my happiness, as it departs.
Touch the dreary depths of my brain
There’s nothing – but a pain within a pain.

As I stand in darkness alone
While my heart becomes a cold stone.
My melancholic mind’s mischief, I explore
I envision nightmares never envisioned before.
Touch the dreary depths of my brain
There’s nothing – but a pain within a pain.

At life’s every wretched turn
As my innocent soul begins to burn.
I see joy as an illusionary fantasy
& sorrow as my inescapable reality.
Touch the dreary depths of my brain
There’s nothing – but a pain within a pain.


Note:- To me, joy is a minds’ decorated dream while pain is an inescapable reality of every mortals life. So this is a dark poem aimed at highlighting that as life tests us all at various phases, everyone holds within them some sort of hidden pain. Amidst the darkness of this poem, I would just like to emphasize the fact one shouldn’t get bogged down by the depressing magnitude of pain. Instead see pain as an opportunity to shine beyond your capacity by evolving yourself as a stronger individual. If you enjoyed this poem, I request you to please like my facebook page sweetdevil69 . ❤ 🙂 

Your Fake Smile

Your depression kills you from inside
I see the helplessness in your eyes.
It’s like you commit emotional suicide
Every time you flash a fake smile.

Plagued by demons inside your head
Tears of blood, you begin to shed.
Hopelessly, your spirit seems dead
Pain in your heart starts to spread.

With depression, you get deformed
Yet you wear, your crown of thorns.
Fighting, the emotional & social norms
You fake a smile, amidst the storm.

Carrying life’s burden on your shoulder
You bleed like a wounded soldier.
Victimized, by life’s ruthless exposure
Faking a smile, you maintain your composure.

Helplessness kills you from inside
I hear your soul’s silent cry.
Your anguish, from me please don’t hide
Don’t deceive me, with your fake smile.

Horizon of your despair, may expand
But I want you, to understand.
By your side, I’ll always stand
Amidst the darkest hour, I’ll hold your hand.

So behind fake smiles, don’t be traumatized
Together side-by-side, we shall fight.
Like a bright phoenix, you shall rise
With a smile, as big as river Nile.

Note:- Sometimes we all wear masks to hide our true emotions from others, one of the most harmful masks that most of  us wear is that of a fake smile. Fake smile enables a person  to pretend a smile amidst pain, but somewhere deep down as the person hides their pain it makes them hollow from within, the core essence of their happiness gets affected which might lead to depression. I sincerely urge all my readers to be understanding & compassionate to the various people around. If you feel that someone is hiding their pain, give them a hug, show them that you care about their happiness & well-being, support them in their fight by nurturing their troubled hearts with compassion. This world would be a better place to live if we try to compassionately heal each other’s agony.



The Storyteller

Emotions flow from my soul’s shore
While I recite stories & folklore.
I craft dreams, never dreamed before
As from my soul, stories out-pour.

I’m a wordsmith, like a magician
Creating visions is my profession.
Various generations can envision
As I blend creativity with tradition.

I don’t have any fancy desire
Valuable gold isn’t what I aspire.
All I want from my tale-telling art
Is a place in my listener’s heart.

A listener’s heart is my treasure
For it’s value, I can’t ever measure.
It would be my blissful pleasure
If my words could provide someone, leisure.

So, listeners, I want you to know
May my verses, within you forever echo.
So that, kings may rule, kings may go
But stronger, our bond shall always grow.



Note:- Storytelling has been an integral part of our society. In absence of maintaining records in the past, it was through the medium of storytelling that one generation was able to convey the moral & ethical values of their tradition to the next generation. Besides that I have always felt that the art of storytelling always carries a unique humanistic touch that unites the hearts of the tale-teller & the listener in a very mystic way. So this poem pertains to art of storytelling from the perspective of a storyteller & expresses the fact as to how a true storyteller actually weaves his/her magic & how important the listeners are to them.

My Mentor, My Friend

In office, it was my first day
Things seemed depressingly gray.
I was confused, in total disarray
Felt lost, unable to find a way

The workload made me insecure
I felt helpless to my soul’s core.
Criticized, victimized me like never before
I simply couldn’t handle it anymore.

But you came, like a shining knight
As my mentor, you entered my life.
Amidst my darkness, you were my light
For even in pain, you made me smile.

Whenever I felt, I’d reached a dead-end
My shattered hopes, you used to mend.
And I don’t know how or when
From my mentor, you became my friend.

The sight of “Sidharth typing” on skype
Might have given you headaches & teary eyes.
I credit your patience, for my professional rise
& for my deadly questions, I do apologize.

Reminiscently, I recall the times we had
The good ones & even the bad.
Guiding me, you always held my hand
My troubles, you sincerely tried to understand.

Now.. I bow in respect as we part
Please keep me… somewhere in your heart.
I’ll cherish you in the future, present & past
Beyond the office, may our bond forever last.



Note: I’m on the brink of joining a new organization & was reminiscently thinking of the times I had at my last workplace. This poem is dedicated to my mentors who believed in me even when I myself had lost faith in my capabilities. It wasn’t a pleasure cruise when I started my job at my last employer, I was haunted by a sense of insurity, but the people in the picture mentored me at different stages of my professional & personal life. I strongly believe that it’s due to their unflinching patience, their unconditional support & love towards me that propelled me beyond my true potential. The way they blessed me with their understanding sparked a positive change within me, I may have joined the organization as a helpless & insure person but thanks to my mentors I’m leaving the organization as a confident & dependable man.Working in my new organization I hope to touch other people’s lives the way my mentors touched mine. I would also like to thank some of my other colleagues (Sachi, Ashish, Krishna, Ritu & Ankit) for their heart rendering support towards me. 

Pain – My Preacher

Once upon a Twilight, teary
As I felt weak & weary.
Happiness seemed an imaginary theory
For life, was dull & dreary.

Demons danced inside my brain
They screamed, they drove me insane.
My sadness, I couldn’t contain
With tears, I greeted Pain.

Pain came, with a deadly grace
It enveloped me, in its tight embrace.
Pain smirked, knowing I couldn’t escape
A dagger came out, from its briefcase

As Pain mated with my fate
With time, Pain became my soulmate.
Imbuing wisdom, Pain made me great
My Pain’s preaching, I celebrate.

Pain had stabbed my helpless heart
My wounded soul, it had ripped apart.
But Pain also showed me a new path
With wisdom, I had made a new start.

Pain’s dagger had made me bleed
But also wisdom, it engraved, within me.
With my bleeding soul, now I feel mystique
Resilient I am, no longer I feel weak.

Note: Sometimes life gives more painful experiences than death. Pain is something that plagues & corrupts everyone’s life every now & then. At times we do feel helpless & broken but it is at this juncture in life when I urge my readers to push through the pain, seek wisdom & fortitude from your misery. See pain as an opportunity to evolve as a stronger individual, embrace & celebrate it rather than getting bogged down by it’s negativity. Please do let me know if you ever had/ having any painful experience in your life that you feel like sharing by commenting down below as a concerned friend just want you to know that I’m always there for you & feel free to reach out to me if that pain is unbarable, together we are going to fight through it with a smile. 🙂 ❤ 

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The Peacock

Walking outside on a depressing day
Carrying my broken hopes in disarray.
Under the sky that was ominously grey
I sensed a storm was on it’s way.

As my feet were turning back in retreat
I saw a peacock walking in-front of me.
Seeing the graceful bird was a visual treat
I stood there as my heart melted in ecstasy.

The peacock looked at the sky
There was a thrill in the peacock’s eye.
In rain, peacock opened it’s colorful feathers
Peacock’s grace bloomed in the hostile weather.

Rain’s wrath tried to intimidate the bird
But rain’s rage was what the bird preferred.
To the rain’s beat the peacock danced
With the raging rain the peacock romanced.

Gradually the weather started to transform
Peacock’s grace had conquered the storm.
Peacock gloriously glittered & glowed
& out of the darkness came a rainbow.

Mystically to me the peacock explained
That confronting life’s storm our hopes break.
But every storm does run out of rain
& with time our pain does fade away.

In life’s storm we mustn’t retreat or cry
we mustn’t wait for the storm to pass-by.
Instead we must dance in the eye of storm
With fortitude we should beautifully transform.

Even if the storm is menacingly dark
We must possess a hopeful heart.
So that like the peacock, we too glow
& amidst life’s darkness create a rainbow.


Note: Nature always inspires us it’s own mystic way , in this poem I have tried to symbolize the storm & the rain as the troubles that we face in life. Through the medium of the peacock I have tried to express the fact that regardless of how dark or frightening the  storm in our life might be, like a peacock we must adapt to the situation & fight it out with grace because sometimes we shouldn’t wait for the storm to pass-by instead we must learn to adapt & dance in the rain in order to rise above the situation.

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Corporate Chameleon

I see you stepping into the office
& the very sight makes me nauseous.
Those who see you as human, are mistaken
I know that you’re a living form of Satan.

You, senselessly plan to allocate work
Setting unrealistic deadlines, you go berserk.
Ignoring your work, you’re a serial slacker
Highly unproductive, you just blabber.

Like a fat boy, cherishes cookies & nuts
You worship & lick the boss’ butt.
I get headaches, from your constant chatter
& my ears bleed with your false flatter.

With deceiving words, you manipulate others
Like a chameleon you too change your colors.
While others day-dream about breaking your neck
Yet you work with no professionalism or respect.

Work with dedication & values my friend
Because once your manipulative games end.
Others will kick your rear-end, for your deceit 
 & it’ll hurt, whenever you sit on the toilet seat.



Note: Yes corporate life can be stressful at times, but sometimes there are certain individuals who add fuel to the fire with their deceitful & manipulative actions. It’s really sad with the way some people resort to indulging in such kind of malpractices at work, with an objective of passing the buck rather than take full ownership of the task assigned to them. This poem in a humorous way tries to expose & criticize that very mentality which seems to be propagating on all levels of professional world.  Work with professional ethics & moral values to earn your daily bread, don’t resort to manipulation in order to climb the ladder. 

My Superhero Dad

In darkness, you held my hand
My insecurities, you used to understand.
You made me smile, even when I was sad
You truly were my superhero dad.

You comforted me & listened to my fears
Made sure, I remained a stranger to tears.
Things looked good even when they were bad
You truly were my superhero dad.

Against life’s brutal attacks
You always had my back.
But sometimes, I made you sad
Sometimes I failed as a child towards you, dad.

In teenage radically, things changed
As with other things, I got engaged.
That phase, I might have made you sad
I failed to appreciate you, my superhero dad.

Even in pain, for my sake you smiled
I feel privileged be your child.
Reminiscently, I recall the past days we had
You will always be my superhero dad.

Now blinded with tears, to you I say
Dad I look up to you everyday.
I’m sorry if I ever made you sad
You will always be my superhero dad.


Note: Any man can reproduce with a woman to have kids, but it takes a special man with strong moral value to raise up his child & be regarded as a ‘father’. To me my father was no less than any superhero for me because not only did he nurture me emphasizing on the importance of moral values in life, but also he was there to rescue me from the various troubles of my life. Although my dad isn’t alive now I still hold on to his memories …some bonds aren’t so fragile that they can be decimated by death. Anyway on Fathers’ day I respect the spirit of universal fatherhood that stands as a symbol of courage & being unconditionally dependable  towards their children. Lastly I personally feel we must not just merely appreciate our dads, instead we must also possess the humility to apologize to our dads for any intentional/unintentional action or statement that might hurt them in anyway. Happy Fathers Day to everyone! ❤


The Knife

I remember that wretched night
When in darkness, bitterly, I cried
& at my despair, my demons smiled
That helpless night…. I had a knife.

I questioned my existence’s purpose
As I felt like a hopeless clown in a circus.
Corrupted by the problems of my life
That helpless night…. I had a knife.

With tears streaming from my eyes
On my nerve, I placed the knife.
Like a bee yearns nectar, from a bud
The knife yearned the taste of my blood.

I had a dark desire to use the knife
But flashed before me my mother’s eyes.
I slowly realized, my life could impact other lives
& this decimated the seduction of the knife.

I understood the value of my life
As amidst the pain, I learnt to smile.
For others, I decided to rise
That night….. I threw away the knife.


Note: From the depths of darkness & depression, our life gets plagued by negative thoughts. I admit I too had suicidal thoughts few years ago. So this poem is a slight peek into my past & also hopes to serve as a message to anyone who might be going through a similar traumatic struggle. To me every life counts, no matter how depressing the situation might be always remember that your mere existence is the reason as to why someone smiles. So why indulge in an act that replaces, that “someone’s” smile with tears of despair?  The knife in this poem is not just an entity but the very embodiment of suicidal thoughts that corrupt & stab the very soul of a depressed person. I urge all my readers to be understanding & compassionate towards the troubles that anyone around them faces. Please show the troubled souls that you care, so that none ever picks up a knife due to depression & helplessness. 


For My Bully (Collaborated with Tejasvi)

Hello my cruel tyrant “friend”,
I wonder when your hate towards me would end.
You laugh, when my pride, you crucify,
I wonder why you smile when I cry?

Your sadistic ways malevolently crush my soul,
And in my heart leave more than one gaping wide hole.
Your sticks and stones may merely break some bones,
But your cruel words, rip through my soul’s core.

Your continuous torment never ceases to maim me,
And in me, they instill insecurity.
I know that inside, I must be strong,
But do you even realize, what you’re doing wrong?

And in my heart, I wish to not harbor hate,
Yet my misery with delight you celebrate.
A negative world in me you plan to create,
As my integral essence you aim to annihilate.

You call me various names,
That amplify the pain in my brain.
But hopefully someday things will change,
omeday towards me you’ll be humane.

We share the same breath of air,
So why do you love to pull my hair?
The color of my blood, like yours is red,
So why is your kindness towards me dead?

Sometimes I don’t understand your intention,
I question how you can smile over my tension.
Do you bully me to grab attention,
Or do you love being a social infection?

Keeping my head up, your oppression I defy,
I won’t break, I won’t helplessly cry.
You’ll witness the change in me this time,
When I confront you with my rebellious eyes.

For I’m done taking your shit,
I’m done hearing that in life I can’t make it,
You shouldn’t have degraded me; you’ll wish it,
As your ego I’ll destroy, to shreds I’ll rip it.

To you I will no longer justify,
You will no longer threaten my identity.
To me you will have to testify,
When all this is over, you’ll plead guilty.

And when I’m done with you, you will see,
You’ll come to respect my individuality.
I am not your puppet, I am not a play-doll,
For your nefarious ways you’ll have to take the fall.

That day, your sins you’ll realize,
And you’ll come to me with remorseful eyes.
To me you will finally apologize,
We’ll shake hands, as the bully in you dies.

Note: – My childhood was deeply affected with bullying & based on my first hand experience of bullying all I can say is that bullying isn’t restricted to a certain individual or their actions, it’s a cold-blooded mentality to seek pleasure by victimizing a person. It’s a spineless act of crushing a person’s soul just to attain a sadistic pleasure by seeing the other person’s misery & helplessness. So through the medium of this poem I have tried to take a stand against bullying by questioning it’s existence & criticizing it. I would like add that I had the privilege to collaborate with Tejasvi who with her flawless creativity contributed towards this poem significantly. Do check out her blog > https://tejasvikashyap.wordpress.com/   I’m sure you’ll be mesmerized with the beauty of her thoughts.

Destroyed In Your Love

Reminiscent, I recall the times we had
When I felt, your comforting hands.
When your eyes, shined with love for me
When your love, was deeper than the sea.

When it seemed you completed my life
When I regarded you as my paradise.
But, blinded in love, I didn’t realize
That even you, had a wicked side.

I still remember, that disturbing day
That day… when you drew away.
Shattered, my life was in a disarray
Coldly, we parted, on our separate ways.

I miss, your comforting hands
But, you need space, I understand.
I aspire, that love in your eyes
But, I guess all that was lies.

Even Adam, wouldn’t have cried
on being banished, from the paradise.
The way, tears of blood, I cried
Upon loosing you… My paradise.

You left me, with my fears
You gifted my eyes, many tears.
Still I hope, you smile for years
For I value, your smile more than my tears.

You tricked me, in your satanic spell
Yet for your future, I wish you well.
I can’t hate you, my darling dove
Even if, I get destroyed in your love.


Note: Love is a glorious enigma & mystic are it’s ways of dribbling in our lives, but there are times when things don’t go right in a bond of love & we tend to sear with hate when our expectations burn to ashes. This poem tries to portray the purity of unconditional love that resonates even when a love bond breaks & I wish to convey that one should probably treat those broken bonds as a memory rather than letting hate corrupt the purity & spirituality that the bond once possessed.When love destroys you from within don’t embrace hate as a way of seeking strength. 

Repaying Mother

Mother, Ever since I was a kid
Towards me you were always committed.
So I thought of making a list
Of all things for me that you did.

Writing your deeds, I broke down in tears
Recalling, how you had sacrificed for years.
Twig by twig, like a sparrow builds her nest
Withstanding adversities, you nurtured me beyond your best.

How did you sacrifice with a smile?
How did you hide your tears every night?
How did you make things appear to be alright?
How did you protect me and still managed to fight?

You gave me your love, without any grand demand
Amidst insecurities, you always held my hand
My soul’s agony, somehow ,you always understand.
Any pain for me, you were there to withstand.

I run out of paper and ink
Somewhere deep down, my heart shrinks.
Recalling your deeds & your sacrifices, I rethink
My inability to repay you, makes my heart sink.

So from the core of my soul, I wish to say
I’m sorry… for the sacrifices you had to make.
I’m sorry…for all my mistakes
I’m sorry… I can’t repay you in any way.

Insolvent, under you feet I keep my heart
& a promise that our bond, will never fall apart.
So please never ask me, to repay your debt
Because I still can’t repay, it till my last breath.


Note: A mother’s love is so purely unconditional  & immeasurable that a child can never repay it. This poem is for all the mothers may you continue to shower your eternal love on your children ❤