Grace of London



On the streets of London,

Night at its darkest hour where despair is in abundance,

Eyes full of hope starring at the open sky,

Abomination towards mankind in heart calling happiness a big lie,

Despised by the ignorant society,

Midnight madness strikes her,

Crying her heart out like an infant,

She wandered on the streets of despair with a youthful harlots curse.


Reciting verses of Wordsworth,

Out of the dark,

A knight appeared,

Magnificent as a stallion he stands before her.


At the loneliest hour she experienced mankind’s sheer hatred and kindness in the same night,

He took her hand to the garden of hope,

Love struck grace with a wild card of existence,

She lay in the arms of the knight,

Only to discover it as a lonely dream,

A mere illusion leaving tears in her eyes.


The wind whispers a merry song again,

Her eyes lit up like the shimmering stars,

Gray November and white December shall die,

As the days go by,

On this ground her tears lie,

A flower besides her blossoms soothing her melancholic cries.


Creativity is Contagious

Creativity is contagious, some foolish people trying to paint a picture on a blank canvas, according to them the earth might be some different shape or color and just trying to make a sense of their art and explore new horizons.

Business, medicine, engineering, politics, these all are gracious entities being pursued by people to sustain life but these are not the reasons why life goes on. We need creativity in our lives to replenish our soul, to fill the void, to answer the unanswered questions about life. Creativity can be admired, it has the beauty and it is love. To quote Pablo Piccasso “Everything you can imagine is real”, imagination has the power to make things real and creativity personifies it.

The Magic Words…….


Sometimes we find ourselves between the bewildering crossroads of life. Faith, hope & vision become menial, one’s own existence becomes a doubt and fear looms like a dark cloud. Our prose becomes dreary, constantly reaching out to the island of sanity but asylum is farfetched. Then we just need an angel to utter the magic verse…. “It’s going to be OK”

Lost Dreams

I may be holding a dream which may never come true,
The one constant thing that held my life, my heart together, now I’m just sitting with winter blues,
Gather courage; chase your dreams and all other citations now seems like lies,
All my philosophies and ideologies are put to rest,
My courage and determination are put to test.
It’s a kind of sad that the dreams in which I am failing are the ones I remember the best.
Now the feeling of despair looms over my mind,
I dream of the only dream I had,
I have to be brave, I have to be kind but I can’t hold on long I might be going mad,
The voices in my head are screaming and prodding me,
I try to sleep, in my dream only failure in my quest I see,
Please someone tell me where did I go wrong?
Is following my heart a heinous sin for which you have to suffer for so long?
My mind is contemplating to get rid of these sorrows,
Alcohol, drugs and some pills, will they compel my worries away?
Now I just carry a smile for this mad world to treat me the same,
But this half hearten fake smile is also hard and these endeavors will also go in vain.
All these questions reap up in my head,
They say why do you fight? They say why do you endure? They say why don’t you runaway?
The racing of thoughts, the overwhelming confusion which replaces clarity, this is the new beginning of reality for me,
I’m just petrified to dream anymore and only eternal affliction I see.

Eternal Darkness

I’m in love with the darkness of the night,
I’m in love with all that’s out of sight,
I’m in love with the magic of the new,
And the darkness loves me, too.

I hope you are not lonely without me,
As the darkness sets our imagination free,
Sorrow won’t let my heart alone,
But I have darkness to cover the tears that, sorrow got.

It’s very dark darling, too dark to see,
My love is gone and only darkness is with me.
This restless heart that I have to slay,
Then I will find some peace in this dark fray.

Please don’t sing that old sad hym, no more
those melancholic tones resonates inside my soul.
Darkness haunts my dreams,
I cannot bear the pain I receive.

I can’t forget the harm I have caused to the loved ones with whom I always fought,
The darkness is still inside me and my soul is now its slave
If I want to be happy I will have to fight a bit longer, than this day.
No matter how much I curse this darkness it is the only things that is real and I will live forever this way.

I’m in love with the darkness of the night,
I’m in love with all that’s out of sight,
I’m in love with the magic of the new,
And the darkness loves me, too.


There is always a constant struggle between light and darkness like us and our subconscious. Sometimes we ignore our inner self but constantly, like a thousand hiding voices whispering “THIS IS WHO YOU ARE”. And you fight the constant pressure. The growing need rising like a colossal wave. Prickling, taunting and prodding to be fed. The whispering gets louder, until they’re screaming and it’s the only voice you hear. The only voice you want to hear. And you belong to it. To this … shadow self. To this …demon.