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You’re dying as we speak,

A minute at a time,

Its okay     

    I’ll      take     it       slow;

Breathe in,

Breathe out;

And off you go.

Run! As fast as you can!

Stop and you’re shot.

Well darlin’ that’s the plan!

Hold your breath,                          Count.

One Hundred,                  ninety-nine,                                Ninety-eight..



Reemerge. Repeat.

Hamsters on a wheel

A broken treadmill

Soldiers lined up for a phantom war.

Tick-tock tick-tock goes the clock.

You’re dying a minute at a time

You                      are                   dying


we                          s                  p             e                        a                                 

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Our paths cross with countless strangers,  

Strangers who may never be more than a coffee encounter 

Or an empty seat on an otherwise full bus. 

But  maybe for the cost of coffee

Would come a million dollars?

Who knew that strangers 

With only one few hours to their credit 

Would lead to 

That long coffee which cost you 

That missed train, which led to

That empty bus seat, next to

That stranger, whose brief correspondence 

Sparked a thought.. Born of casual banter

Evolving into your next best seller. 

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The Concept of Being

In an existential reality

Born not from self-sufficiency,

Rather from a dearth of acclaim

Or reinstitution of belief

From sources other than self-

I have begun to appreciate

The concept of Being.

This logic contrived by me

May neither warrant

Acceptance nor approval, but

Such is the nature of most things in life-

I have just begun to realise-

Belonging to the road less travelled by.

While the paths we take may

Merge down the road or

Bifurcate to never meet again,

The difference lies not in the choice itself

And instead

the attitude with which it was taken

and the rationale behind taking it .


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In the space between
The atoms that make you;
In the silence that cloaks
The pale moon sky,
In the refugee that you seek
Behind closed eyelids
And in the sound within your grave,
Seek, and you shall find me!

I am the language between lovers
Left with only ‘was’ and ‘could have been ‘.
In me lies secrets never exchanged
And a million stories left unsaid.
I am eternal, all encompassing
Unsubstantial, body-less, soul-less.
When all else shall perish
I’ll remain !
Living endlessly on in
the void that fills
Time and space.

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Fickle is the human mind,

As it flirts with each passing fancy;

Chasing uncouth dreams,

Lost in the delirium of social whims!


In its myriad turns and ordered chaos

There’s more often than naught

A dearth of self –

To which it is either

 Un-enlightened or indifferent.


Whistling bawdy tunes,

Sweet toothed on binary codes,

It’s balanced on a tightrope

Over fire and brimstone.




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She is a modern girl,
With slashed wrists
And coffee stained teeth.
She belongs to the new generation,
One blue pill for breakfast,
One red pill for dinner.
Anorexic is just another size.

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Yes I crave for attention

Because I know how slippery a rope it can be!

I strive for perfection,

An unattainable feat!

I want you to know me,

If nothing else, just recognise me

With the mask that I wear.

Don’t you see how much I change

For each and every one of you

A lump of clay, to be moulded

As per your wish

For this a small payment I ask

A hungry artist , this humble self

Just demands to be heard,

Or stared at, long enough to be counted

As more than a passing glimpse

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In Anticipation

I wait

Day in and day out

Watching as the hours bleed into days,

Some days it’s by the window frame

Watching the sun rise and set

Marking yet another day.

On days where I feel brave

I switch on the internet…

But most days I spend

Trying to forget about you…

What’s done can never be undone,

And there remains a little solace in that.

But any-time now, you’ll be here-

A phantom lover, a thousand possibilities

Of what could have been ;

Indeed a tragic heartbreak this!

Yet there still remains that fragment of hope

Even so, as I pen down these words,

my results,

You fill me with dread!

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Carpe Diem

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My dearest daughter,

Long ago there was a girl, on the cusp of adulthood, old by age and yet child at heart

And she penned down these very words,  at which I feel you must at least glance,



Let me die

doing what I do best!

Let me love with a passion,

daring enough that it can set me ablaze,

It is one life, let me brave enough

To truly LIVE!

A life not without regrets , instead

A life I wouldn’t regret living again.

Deny me success,

If it is at the cost of my happiness,

Let me forever feel incomplete –

Just a tiny bit –

So that I strive to quench

that eternal thirst – again and again !

Indeed, just deny me

A life of synchronised monotony.

When the sailor drowns at sea,

Surely he tries to escape,

And as the water drowns his screams –

Arms thrash against the lovers embrace.

And yet! At that instant when

limbs grow too tired to resist

His one true love’s claim of him

He knows, there could have been,

No better way to go!

Had he not denied fate,

An accountant would he have been,

And having met a different demise,

His last words would have been,

“If only ..”

Even if my last breaths are

Of absolute agony,-

Let me Live a life

I’d wish I could relive again !

And before I forget, the girl is me and I found this sheet 60 years too late !