The godmother

I am not normally into condolences and homage posts but I guess I have to voice it out. So yesterday was a fateful day in the annals of Tamil Nadu’s folkloric history. This juncture marks the end of an era. Today I see all social networks buzzed with posts and tweets which are glorifying her,…

For a living find a reason

With you beside I was loved for all the seasons Such was a time We were two hearts but one soul We shared a vision Putting an end to all our inhibitions Breaking our soul from a whole Far across you went without a reason  For a living  Broken soul can’t find a reason  For a living …

Love

I am not much into celebrating days, tragically yesterday happened to be the Valentine day. A day for lovers to express their love, to emote the unsaid and sometime think of what’s been through. A few days ago somebody asked me of love and why does it haunts one so vividly. I thought of it…

Tiny tales – Conceal-Part One

“What you keep writing in those journals” , the wife asked peeping into his work. “You’ll know it someday, its just that today isn’t someday” , said the hubby concealing the journal.

How low

I can’t be blamed, how good you’re, I have no choice It’s hard to pretend, I try hard, nerves give up when I hear your voice I just can’t be tamed, I get low, I get fumed, you belong to me Show me the imprint of your love, cage me in that heart, not to…

Indefinitely

Love can be forgotten It’s hard to forget the memories of it It’s put onto you for indefinitely People can be ignorant It’s hard to ignore the pain it comes with It’s put onto you for indefinitely Hatred can be abusive It’s hard to abuse someone whom you celebrated It’s put onto you for indefinitely…

Tiny tales – Remorse

Forget me, she said. He forgot her. Sad that he didn’t know she was his world. He forgot her, his world is forgotten.

Tiny tales – Photograph

The frame on the wall. The wallpaper on his screen. The memories in his heart. He kept his love in a photograph.

Begaani

You know you’re in love,  when you make somebody’s else sadness as your sadness. Its when you feel for someone as if it were happening to you, you realise how much that someone means to you. Sach pe kyun jaa raha hai Aah thoda is joot ko jeeke toh dekh le Mohabaat nashili hai badi…

Rebel

  People talk and talk, without knowing who you’re They call you names, just for you don’t live it their way They judge you without a base, and you can’t just have a say Bring you down, play you down, ‘coz to them you’re a rebel To them you’re a rebel, it burns that you’re…