I always wanted a baby brother or sister to play with when I was a kid. And when I got to know that my dream will actually come true, my joy knew no bound 😛 I had promised all my friends that I will bring him in my yellow school bag for them to see.We all share a love-hate relationship with our siblings. They know us so well that their taunts get to us the most. At times we hate them from the bottom of out hearts. But by the end of the day, we just can’t do without them 🙂 I wrote this poem way back in 11th grade.

That dream of a hatchling,
Beaming at me.
His five fingers clutching one of mine,
Lively as it should be.

The only thought that flooded my mind,
Again and again questioned me,
“They all have one-two-three-four people in their houses!
Why is it just one-two-three for me?”

And then they announced,
The influx of a blooming tree.
My joy knew no bound.
I was eager and glee.

I promised my friends and teachers,
Told my school ‘Bais’ too,
That I will bring my baby brother,
In my bag to school .

Leaner than a stick,
Frailer than the petals,
There! I saw him: Wrapped in white, serene eyes.
My angel was with me.

The foreign feeling of trust and affection,
Were so unprompted and brimming.
The strings bound us tight.
Eccentric, isn’t it?

We fight for an éclairs and lie together.
We hide each other’s stuff,
But also untold secrets from the world .
The cat fights and the bull-kicks,
The inside jokes and malice.
Love never shown , feelings so alien and unknown.
Our blind trust, like none
Just merriment and fun!

Je t’aime mon frère.


Photo by Amrutha S

It bide there.
Anticipating trepidation.
Caught in turmoil.
Bound and gagged.
It should have been left solus.
It should have been chivalrous.
But blame the shenanigans.
Renounce it.
Let it fly.
It’s been too long.
It has suffered too much.
Let it go. Let it go.

Kashmir is mesmerizing. The place is nothing less of heaven.The snow clad state with it’s pristine flora and mountains would make you want to live there. The natives treat every tourist as their own. Words cannot describe it’s beauty. But it is in turmoil. Right from the issue of scraping Article 370 from the Indian Constitution to the plight of the Kashmiri Pandits, the land has seen more terror and bloodshed than any other place.

I hope peace finds it’s way soon.


Years from now,
Years from today when you
Look back and see,
Look back and
Remember the people,
Remember the beautiful
Moments spent together.
Moments that seemed
Normal and sundry.
Normal things that have become
Memories that matter.
Memories that
Shall never fade,
Shall always be
A part of your life.
A part of you.


She looked proud and pretty.
But have you trodden her soul?
Some places are scratched,
Others have healed.
Most of it , though
Is empty.
The hollowness that looks
So charming, pure and tempting
Shall be filled
By Tomorrow.
A Tomorrow that offers
Everything ; yet nothing.
Her journeys will
Etch the words
And carve the stones that
Lay bare in
The Garden of Life.

Be like the sea.Don't let trivial deeds mar your shore.



Have you ever been lonely?
I am sure you all have.
You feel abandoned; worthless; despondent.
It’s like a never ending abyss.
It creeps into the deepest
And the purest part of you
And drains you completely.
You feel helpless and
Utterly disappointed.
You don’t know if you want to
Blame yourself
Or your neighbour.
Or the world, for that matter.
They all say that they will be there.
Sacred pinky promises were made.
Vows of brotherhood taken.
In good times and bad,
Just give me a call
And ill be there, they said.
They, who?

One day,
The most awkward,
Out of the world situation
Arrives at your doorstep.
And you are pulled into the shambles.
It’s like a chain.
An eldritch one too.
The harder you try to get away,
The tighter it holds on to you.
All you can think of is one thing – Who will take me out of this?

You think of calling someone
Someone you suppose is the closest.
Who shall
Be what may get you out of this
Uncanny predicament.

You call him(or her).

He may come to rescue you, for good.
An act of kindness with(out?) expectations.
Expectations that
You will be there for him.
A debt that you shall be weighed upon,
Which you shall have to remember
Your entire life.

Or he may not come.

And the shambles you see, doubles if he denies.
All the tears and memories with that person
Crumble into the already
Crumbled world.

You lose the tiny hope you have
Of getting away from
The sickening feeling that
Has now enticed every
Molecule in your body.
And you go deeper into the quick sand.

The grip tightens and
You start to choke.
All you have
Are a few breaths to count before
Oblivion merges with you.

You have to stay aloof.
You have to find
That glimmer of hope
To survive.
Not for anybody
Or anything.
For you.

You fight all the shenanigans
That have clouded your mind for so long.
It’s only you who can
Flush it out of your system.
Only you can unshackle the bounds
That have bound you
Time and again
And forced you to question
The rules that
You have been told about
All your life.

They all said they will be there.
And then there were none.


Life will present us with so many instances where we have to run solo. And mind you, you will always expect company. Don’t. And sometimes a situation arrives where you are in a mess that seems impossible to get out of. My advice? Do not depend on anybody. Take it up as a challenge and get out of it. The satisfaction you get out of it is amazingly insoluble. And you don’t owe anything to anybody.