The Bell

I listen to the bell ringing the call is known.

All I need is to run and hide under the childhood blankets

Where I hid and felt as secured as I could

If only these adulterated dreams stop chasing me

I wish I had the magic wand that I had desired

Once as a child imagining I was a magician

I wish my life could have stood still

Just then.

Playful tricks with my father

Teasing my infant brother

Being the attention of all and sundry

What went wrong today.

Yes I am the same person

Who was called the princess

But here just now

i am no lees than a pauper

In my own kingdom i have

No kins

No subjects

Just being attacked by enemies from all sides

Locked in a tower of her body

Yes the bell has rung

I am done

Ready for my own trial this time

I his court above.

I wish.

With every drop of dew on the earth that shines,
Like pearls in the bright sun,
I wish to jewel you with my love the way the sun loves her.
With every tricle of water that flows,
In the desert that seem like embracing silver chains,
On a fool moon night I wish to envelope you in my love,
The way the selfless golden sand of the desert does.
With every blow of the wind the tinned huts hoot,
I wish I could scream the way the wind goes crazy to say i love you,
But when i looked behind,
To see there was no one,
I realized I'd lost you and you had long gone.

With a Sigh

Sitting on the bank of a river,
I wish I hadn’t gone there.
No one there, no one to make me cry-
Mocking Fate just past me by.
No one to smile back, no one to hide,
Lonely I stand yet satisfied.
Seeing the ripples in the blues
Searching the dark for beautiful hues.
Whose threshold am I standing on?
No count, how many came here and are gone
Stuck staring at the stars that night…
Slowly sleeps the tired eternized light.
Haven’t I given enough to all foe and friends
Now have nothing to take or to lend
Awaited for long a bestill hold
Uncaged finally, with a sigh am cold…

Why darkside of the mirror...

Incase ur wondering why I’ve named my blog DARK SIDE OF THE MIRROR… thats not bcos am inspired by “the dark side of the moon ”although I like Pink Floyd .Thanks to some special fren , had it not been her I wouldn’t ever be interested in something called music..!! well.. Mirrors its always fascinated me… but I always wonder , no matter how thin it is it always reflects so much… the depth displayed is close to the real Image.. but isn’t life’s bout living with VIRTUAL IMAGES… n we always prefer to see the shinny side of the mirror and often ignore the rare end of that shimmering piece of glass.. when broken reflects more of you than erasing your existence.. But when you see closely all u see is darkness that helps in reflecting …

He who was mine.

Fearing the dark was my fantasy,
Walking alone had been my need…
Darned by the fate who kept me embraced
When there was no one to pay me heed…

Beautiful was that little grass streak
Abandoned by destiny
Through its solitude being
Narrating its tail... uncanny

Flowing waters is music to me
Not imprisoned by expectations grand
Uncouth thoughts
Now I stray this mystic land

On my ambivalent journey
To nowhere
Overjoyed am I to hold
This little soul in my hand…
His color dipped in gold


His deep blue eyes reminds me
Of that summer sea
So much of innocence it carries
Awed by the nature and He...!!


P.S this by far the most spontanious poems tht ive eva writtn..

strange life

i have nothing to ask for more.. hav got every thing .. some may think i am selfish.. let them.. i hav no justifications,
seeing others cry doesnt affect me any more,.. cause crying has now become a fashion .. its like a refuge... why should some one cry...

i see my friends every one of them, yes each and every one of them go through their ups & downs, some tag me some let me be free... why should i be a waitress to their grief.. a person mothering their needs...