Quote: A Bond

Note: Bonds are an awe-inspiring entity for they are the cathedral of our dreams & also formulate the reasons for nightmares at the time of separation. I feel that it is a traumatizing experience when any bond breaks because they form an integral part of us to such an extent that when they break, a part of our soul breaks along with them. In a nutshell my feelings towards bonds are best expressed with this quote from Life of Pi – “I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.”


A message for Dad

The world divides history into 2 phases BC & AD, but when my dad passed away that day marked a new division time for me, it was the time when I felt like a victim of helplessness while cancer consumed & took away my dad from me. With Father’s day approaching close I dedicate this poem to my dad, for some bonds are incorruptible & outlast the dimension of time, not even death can corrupt the kind of affection & respect I have for my dad. 


A message for Dad

Here at your grave, I shed tears
All alone confronting my fears.
Even in sadness, you ignited joy
You were always there to support your boy.

You wiped the tears from my eyes
Told me to be brave & never cry.
Like a phoenix you told me to rise
Gave me strength as you bid goodbye.

Adversities may batter me black & blue
But I know I’m a part of you.
I’m the extension of your legacy
To test my capability I dare destiny.

In life your blessings are my greatest treasure
Thinking about your legacy gives me pleasure.
Your presence is always there in my heart
Even death can’t keep our souls apart.



Introduction:- I wrote this poem when my dad was on his death bed terminally ill with cancer. For a person in depression or for someone who is suicidal in nature , death seems to be a way on the basis of which his/her eternal sufferings can come to an end. So I have written this poem from the point of view of a depressed person who glorifies death. After all life is a mere illusion, while death is the harsh inescapable truth of every mortal’s life.


Descending from your deadly flight

I see you glide at night.

You slither like a venomous snake

whose prey has nowhere to escape.

In your divine deadly beauty

You coldly conduct your sorrowful duty.


Oh bosom friend of depression,

who makes souls go in isolation

you show us the path to hell & salvation.

Free me of my sufferings dear,

patiently in agony I’m waiting here.

Envelope my soul in your embrace,

Smother my body with tender grace.


In your arms, take me to a place

where my soul would be safe.

My pain grows day by day,

In this wicked world I don’t wish to stay

where at my sufferings people mock & play

my pain crosses all limits , I can’t bear,

while people continue to laugh & stare.