Fight Club

“Closing lines with an ending punch,
Driving high with a broken bunch,
Jabbing ahead to feel the rush
To make the pain wither instead.

Hit back with all your might,
Hook in with all you got,
But don’t lose heart, don’t cry behind
If you find me still standing and smiling at your punch.

Bloodied and dusted I may look,
But with the appearance if you judge,
You would stand fooled when I throw all my might,
Leaving you tattered with pain you would never forget.

It would be clear by now
That I ain’t here to just survive,
I am here to make the legends fear
To carve my place among the greats,
With an inch more than anyone could near.”

#Muhammed Ali


When our eyes met

“She held a quite corner in a crowded metro rail as she rallied her mystifying presence with her narrative filled eyes to perfection. The very first time when I found her amid the chaos, she felt to me like an angel sent in disguise. It was her smile, the one which started from her lips and ended with her sparkling eyes, that made me stand in awe and observe her with a kind of serenity I never knew before. However, it only lasted a few minutes as she slowly rolled her eyes towards me, making me look away in haste. I tried to look back at her, I thought may be this time I could smile when she looks at me again but to my disbelief she hadn’t moved her eyes away from me. I was stuck in between my thoughts and her smile which she held as her eyes met mine, leaving me with a weird smile to flaunt. It was embarrassing as it could be, but I didn’t lose hope and this time it was a laugh that broke the freeze as we noticed a teenager sleeping with his mouth open. The laughter was slowly replaced by a silent gaze before she disappeared among the crowd as the gates of the metro rail opened, flushing out people in great number while leaving my heart thumping about a possible loss. As I rested my head over the side wall, I found her smiling from a distance, and before I could think of anything about approaching her, she had her hand waiving, bidding me a final goodbye. I was moved back a little, but I finally managed to put my arm in action and left her with a goodbye and a memory to remember. Meanwhile losing myself in possible thoughts about how things would have been if and only if we could have managed to speak.”



The Great Divide

“The times fill the heart with fear;
The rage once we had disowned
For our own has come back swinging
and it is in no mood to slow.

The pendulum once thought to have stopped
For good has begun to move once again;
The world that didn’t shy to mingle
Is walking the silent road alone.

The dawn of oneness that first appeared
Years ago, is slowly fading by the night;
The divide that it brought for many, the coffers
That it filled for a few, are beginning to take its place.

The world looks away from this sight,
The sight of being divided, of being different
Than leaders would have ever hoped; while commons
See a different life, a different reality that brews within.

I stand up at this sight,
I stand up for hope and change to survive,
A hope that keeps the dream alive
And a change that bridges our great divide.”


Her Story

“Look close, try finding the emotion
Sealed tightly behind that faint smile
Of hers; there are million things
That her eyes try to whisper
Which you knowingly ignore
And take her smile instead as true.

The fireflies of her smile lasts only the night
But the ocean of tears she holds to hide
Clings onto her for days and years to come,
Breaking and beating her down with every breathe she takes;
Living this misery with slowly fading hope, all she wishes is
A prince in you to rescue, a prince who could see the truth.

Before the tears go dry and her hope fades to blue,
Try finding that armour with which you promised
To be with her in sickness and health; try looking
For that love you squandered in these years ahead,
It’s time to own up and become the man she always wished,
It’s time to sit by her side, look deep in her eyes
And understand the story she had always hoped to tell.”