I’d love to see you naked


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I’d love to see you naked
And a glimpse of your bare spirit,
That is set free.
As it burns in the fire
Fuelled by desire.
I’d love to see the real you,
With each wound time left, that
hurt you, burnt you, bruised you
I’d rather see you wearing nothing but your scars
For each is now a part of you.
Despite your darker side
And the hidden truths
I’d like to see your naked soul
Touch, kiss each spec of grey
You are made of!
And just let you know
How beautiful you are.


March is here!

March is here!
Winter’s gone, how time flies! And spring’s right here,
Of the morning sun and clear skies!
Wish I could stroll the golden sand
Leave behind the watch and it’s band!
Let waves tickle my toes,
Let the sea breeze caress my locks,
That’s perhaps a touch of love~
a longing that lasted for seasons
For such a meaningless pursuit,
That had no logic, no reason!
How I may sit in your embrace and gaze at the stars galore!
And inhale inspiration from the vast  nothingness that lay before!
March is here!
Let’s go to the shore
And bask in sand and sunshine!

Drunk on the idea of you & me

Mundane chaos of that muddled mind,
Worked up and torn apart!
Walked to the goal over an aimless pursuit!
Amid chaos of my muddled mind,
Came and passed,
That night of high spirits!
Leaving behind a trunk full of it!
But what truly haunted my head,
Was the pleasurable hangover!
I thought I was fine,
With lemon and a dash of reality!
But there I was, sane on the face yet
Drunk on the idea of you and me!
I know I didn’t read your eyes wrong,
I know that moment wasn’t just the high!
Perhaps there’s something I fail to understand.
In that tussle of black and white,
Perhaps I know not, where I stand!
Perhaps it’s all in the grey shade,
Of the grey matter, is what may really matter!
How simpler life would be
When not having to pick one of the two
For all would be shades of grey,
All different, yet all a part of me!
How simpler life would be,
When feelings won’t be weighed
On the scales of white & black!
All like the shades of grey ~
Different, yet a part of me!
Lost, disoriented & disillusioned with the world’s black and white,
There was my muddled self,
Sane and steady, yet
Drunk on the idea of you and me!
Perhaps the high was all for a hope!
A hope that someday may the world embrace the grey!

Her love affair with the dream!

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Pic: openwalls.com

She had a dream!
Inspired by its gleam,
She set out on her journey!
It indeed was a strange love affair
Of courage and fear
Of hope & despair!

The ship of her dreams steered through the waves
Yet often, the storms hit!
She knew she had to be brave,
And continue sailing with determination & grit!

To find lost directions
Or discover new ones!
All that mattered was to continue the journey
And live her love affair
with that cherished dream!

No failure stopped her
Her occasional slow pace didn’t bother her!
She knew what mattered was her ‘self’
And not what the world wanted to make out of her!
Despite many limitations,
Her inspired self, indeed remained unfazed!

She journeyed through the good and bad!
And then came another milestone!
When she realised, how time flew!
A year had passed and her journey still continued!

She took a gasp of fresh air
As she woke up to a blessed dawn!
Memories of yore suddenly came to life!
Of what she missed, of what she left behind…
…as she chased a dream!
In the sad & happy moments few,
What mattered were inspirations new,
Gifted by her most cherished possession
Her love affair with the dream!

There she set out, on yet another journey…
…Of self-discovery
…Of knowing her best & worst!
…Of beating her own bests!
…Of seeking her own truth!
…Of the most beautiful solitude!
A journey of simply being her!
A journey of living and dying each new day,
And let another new day arrive…

with inspirations & gay!
She still has that dream
Inspired by its gleam
She’ll continue to sail and chase
What she calls her cherished dream!

The happy bits of you & me!


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Walking aimlessly onto the riverside were the two of us

Driving carefree through roads full of bustle were the two of us

Singing aloud at midnight, high on euphoria & wine were the two of us

Relishing the same silly breakfast each day, were the two of us

Walking home to one another’s warm embrace were the two of us

Having the same old endless merry banters over dinner were the two of us

How joyfully we strolled the road of life!

With your fingers entwined in mine,

We basked in a comfortable silence,

No words could ever define!

Some blessed moment soon, wish we re-lived that time again,

When times of togetherness would greet us every now & then!

When unwinding meant a gentle stroke through my locks,

When joys meant laughing over silly chatters and talks

When love meant a silent gaze into your eyes

And fulfilment, a promise of good hope

That would let us, ‘together’ soar the skies!

How I miss those blessed moments!

How I wish those blessed moments,

Soon turn into a beautiful reality!

When I wake up each morning, not just to the happy sunlight

But to the sight of the mirror, where I’d see ~

The happy bits of you & me!


How conveniently I let you control me

How easy it was for you to hurt me

How confidently you’d rip my credibility into pieces

With your futile arrogance that never ceased!

You looked upon everyone below you as dirt;

With my self-esteem,

Who the hell gave you the right to flirt!

I know my weakness and inadequacy

I ain’t afraid to admit it;

Like you, I can’t simply resort to hypocrisy!

But, I know my grit and strength better;

Dare you mess with that and try to deter!

Thank you for the misery you put me through

I only came out stronger;

Realizing it is ingenuity that you always eschew!

Realizing how miraculously,

I’m free from your slavery!

I no more feel like “A Befooled Human”!

I certainly came out stronger,

Realizing that your blows don’t affect me anymore;

For your opinions, I hardly do care for!

I have indeed come through;

I don’t need “your definition” of me;

For I now know and understand the real me!

I am a free bird set to fly

And I have a beautifully new sky to soar!

Moods of a Brahminy Starling

Except for pigeons and some species of a sunbird, whichever birds I’ve encountered in my neighbourhood, of late, through the camera lens, appear to be violent – Mynas, Starlings, even Bulbuls. If you give a distant look, they’re those little darlings flying here and there, but a closer look at their sharp beak and wild iris tells a completely different story. Vigilant, Angry and Wild.
Take a look at a few different moods of this Brahminy Starling that frequents my neighbourhood.
Bird: Brahminy Starling | Month: July 2014 | Season: Onset of Monsoon | Place: Vallabh Vidhyanagar, Gujarat, India



All set to attack

One poke with my beak, and you’re finished Ms. Ant!



Kitne Aadmi They? 😛

Sorry I couldn’t think of anything other than Gabbar’s entry walk and fury, looking at that walking bird! 



Two For Joy

The Plot Thickens my dear Watson! (P.S. – Apologies for the resolution.)



Vigil and Warning

Frantic calls?