5MinutesBreak, BlogARhythm, Poem

Suns and Lovers – #BarAThon

The golden sparkles
Simmered down on
The quiet green landscape.

A little bird cheeped
It’s goodmorning
As a leaf twirled about
In the gentle wind of dawn.

The land sleepily awoke
From its cozy slumber
A Holy radiance, and beauty
It witnessed in wonder.

Thousand of miles away
Night’s canopy spread
It’s signature fragrance
Seducing all to bed.

The silver orb hung in
Dainty elegance overhead
Soothing troubled hearts
With it’s enchanting spell.

Several precious diamonds
Teased the night with their twinkles
Each of them naughty
But extremely loved to death.

Many were the times
When one couldn’t see the other
Except those rare moments when
They spoke and smiled, as
She said goodnight when he said goodmorning.

What love!
Love that lives on
inspite of being apart
Threading its way
Through light and dark.

The thought that one day
Your other half you will meet
But till then in each other’s hearts
Always hear love’s beat.

Oh yes, it is the love of Suns and Lovers!

This post has been written for the fortnight long #BarAThon challenge organized by Blog-A-Rhythm.

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Note: I’ve never been someone who could follow poetry rules and formats. I just write stanzas that sound good in my head. So please don’t mind the lack of rhyme scheme and format. Thanks!


Venice 🙂

BlogChatter, Poem

If I were a Book

if i were a book









If I were a Book,
I’d be a treasure trove for you.

From ninjas to fairies
From robots to beasties.

Thrills and chills,
Spells and death knells.

History mixed with mystery,
Romance, Comedy, Mythology and Philosophy.

Choose to
Cruise lazily through azure waters,
Or heat it up in action-packed Arctic adventures.

Savour a glass of wine
Swallow by mistake a potion mixed with cyanide (oops!)

Go on get high
As you navigate dangerous seas
And ward off being stung by angry bees.

Be Napolean Bonaparte
Be a new star, or a piece of art.

With me honey, you can be anyone you want.
With me you gain FREEDOM.

If I were a book, I’d take you to the ends of this world, beyond this world,
And let you be there

Suspended in space and time – in a state of utter bliss, in a world you can call your very own.

So, go ahead, pick me up… you know you don’t want to miss this ride 😉


Note: This post is a part of the prompt, If I were a Book, by BlogChatter. BlogChatter is an  online community of bloggers who meet every Wednesday at 8.30 PM IST on Twitter to discuss various blogging topics. You too can join in!



Venice 🙂

over the tipping point

Over the Tipping Point

over the tipping point

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Why oh why
Do you put yourself through this
Every time?

They just don’t care
Except for themselves.
Tchah, tchah my dear
You’re better off
With someone else.

Can’t you see their cold eyes
Their domineering sneer?
Don’t you see the way they smirk
And in your misery cheer?

They don’t deserve you
But more importantly,
You don’t deserve them, you know.
So say your goodbyes or even better
Just walk away saying nothing my dear.

There are others out here
Waiting for your caring words.
Smother them with it,
Make them laugh with tears.

You may feel bad
And drowned in guilt
But don’t ever regret what you did.
Move on, kind child and do not
Ever, even for a second

Look back.

I think every patient, loving person has a limit that people cross way too often. People don’t seem to value or respect those who give them their time and selves. Inspite of that, the patient ones give others chances repeatedly and forgive without even a whimper. This is for every caring, selfless person out there. Sometimes, even though it’s tough, you just have to leave toxic people. For your own sake, be a little selfish sometimes.