A Fresh Start

With a pen in her hand

She stared at the blank lines

Waiting for her thoughts to expand

So she could create new rhymes


But they stared right back at her

Condensing her thoughts to ice

The lines started to become a blur

And she began to despise


Tearfully, she looked away

And her heart ached, like never before

But she knew, she couldn’t leave it astray

And hugged herself with all love & more


Although it had been a couple of years

His ridicule had been detrimental

Gulping down the lumps of tears

She told herself to be kind, to be gentle


And she resolved to begin again

Wiping those tears she gathered her heart

She knew she had to beat the pain

She scribbled hard on the lines: A Fresh Start


She steered away from his words, resonating

And held her hands to the lines, thoughts pouring

Of the vast oceans, blue waters and ships sailing

Of the open skies, white clouds and birds chirping


Suddenly, there came upon a little smile

And her cheeks blushed, lighting up her face

She warmly looked at her hands awhile

She felt they began to regain their grace


She went back to her lines

They no longer looked empty

Now filled with joy and rhymes

That she believed to be poetry


Her heart felt at ease

She had finally won the fight

Oh, how she wanted time to freeze

So she could read and re-read her lines, in utter delight


Smiling at her silliness

She put her pen aside

Having reclaimed her happiness

She felt truly gratified



The Berlin Rain

Of my first impressions on Berlin… 

The neon lights shined on

lighting up the streets of Berlin,

The cold breeze hit my face,

but the raindrops felt like gentle pecks on my skin

Walking on that rusted & wired bridge

towards the old station to catch a train

I turned to my friend and spoke to him

of my thoughts on the Berlin rain

Oh Berlin rain!

Why did you feel like my own

and yet were not mine,

Why did you drench me and run away

only so I’d find solace in a bottle of wine?

So I did drink with gusto that night

laughing and losing behind your pain

Yet you trickled down through my hair

reminding me of your whispers again

I stood by the window, still with my glass

Dim outside, your droplets were on the sill;

I had taken shelter at last, but I missed you

and I wished for another heart for you to fill. 

“… she stood by the window…”


The twilight
pulled the curtain down
and pinned it
with a star

The star
held her gaze strong
and froze it
in a twinkle

The twinkle
spread till the horizon
and brightened it
with a smile

The smile
travelled with the breeze
and caressed him
with a kiss

The kiss
locked their lips
and sealed their bond
with love

The love
transcended the finite
and merged itself
into the twilight


The eyes
gazed at the solemness
and lent her a smile;

The reflections

shimmered in the ripples

and grasped her hand;

The memories
played from an endless reel
and eased her mind;

The love
seeped like musical notes
and mesmerized her heart;

The realisation

dawned like an early sun

and she stumbled upon her truth;

The muse

had just breathed into her

and unveiled her soul

of Love and Poetry

I spent my Saturday in leisure and love. I read some old poetry while munching on biscuits with tea during early afternoon. It felt quite English, frankly. And really good. Only that I was sitting in my room beside the window and not on some freshly mowed green lawn basking under the sun. Even if I did have the imagination then, my mother’s incessant calls would have brought me back to my apartment environs anyway. So I was indulging myself completely today; it is rare that I find my weekends without activities to do and I was determined to make the most of it. 

My tryst with poetry began during my engineering first year. But it has been an on-and-off relationship since I started working. But I definitely like to enjoy large doses of poetry all at once. It fills me up with emotions galore, and I feel quite alive. 

I was reading some of Vikram Seth’s works today and there are two poems that I felt I should share with you all. They are crisply written and capture a lot in just a few words.

First one:

Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You’re twenty-six, and still have some of life ahead.
No need for wits; just talk vacuities, and I’ll
Reciprocate in kind or laugh at you instead.

The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
This twenty minutes’ rendevous will make my day:
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.


Time Zones
I willed my love to dream of me last night, that we might lie
at peace, if not beneath a single sheet, under one sky.
I dreamed of her but she could not alas humour my will;
it stuck me suddenly that where she was was daylight still.

The second poem has a small story behind it. But the story is for some other post. As for now, I will put up a few lines that a dear friend thought as an appropriate response to the above lines:

We did dwell under the same sky; and while I dreamt with closed eyes,
She thought of me; in the cubicle, the mall and the kitchen, I surmise.