Month: July 2016

Being a Pluvophile…

Being a Pluvophile…

The drops started to descend,

from up the heavens,

as if the quiet of the skies,

wanted to scream,

or shower their blessings upon,

the earthly beings!


The winds were clairvoyant enough,

singing the impending,

happily welcoming the arrival,

of the distinct joyness,

of the colorful umbrellas,

and the power to surrender to the beauty.


(Beauty here is the rains that have started with the drops and wind is the source which is bringing up closely the message of the monsoon shower to come. Here, A pluvophile describes rain as the thing of ‘distinct joyness’ as if thanking the winds, the monsoon winds to bring along the respiting showers with them.)




I won’t give up.

I won’t give up.

I don’t know when was the last time I felt guilty of taking a wrong path or failing in something I aimed to do. There have been people in my life with whom I’ve been the kindest but they left me of no reason or without any prior explanation but that has not discouraged me from being kind. I’ve always desired to write better and each time that I write, I feel that it is imperfect and needs to be more finished. I don’t have a perfectly fit body but I keep excercising to keep myself healthy. I don’t spare much time for caring for nature but I spend some minutes watering the plants or feeding the stray dogs in my street.  I know that everything in my life can’t be picture perfect but I keep doing my bit to do bigger and better.I keep treading on in the caravan of improvement for my overall well-being . I am unstoppable and I won’t give up this time or anytime for anything and everything that I am keen on doing.



What love feels like..

What love feels like..

He was hesitant at first,

but he had full trust,

that things will work out,

and she will say ‘yes’.


They had known together for a long time now,

and she knew it was just him somehow,

She could feel him,

with every rain shower and wind gust.


There were layers of memories,

like each time it was a new breeze,

He had his plan,

so he bought the ring for her.


The train of thoughts was drowning her too,

she knew their love was true,

she was laughing and blushing,

with the moments being played.


The time had come,

to drop the tantrums,

to express the unexpressed,

to offer the ring with layers of affection.



Just set me free..

Just set me free..

To my late mom,

I don’t know when was the last time I ate something delicious, something that was homemade, something that had the flavor of mother’s love. I don’t remember when I last walked on to the fields with that open air and endless skies accompnaying me, neither asking me nor telling me anything yet talking with me silently. I have forgotten the exact day, date or year since I’ve been here. I’ve watched my mates grow and I’ve seen myself grow, getting faded and weak and frail. My voice getting shallow and shrill as if the sound dosen’t come with speech. I’ve learned to be a lunatic but I’ve ceased to be me. I’ve bruises at my back and at my hairy chest. I’ve learnt to resist them. I’ve learnt to control my anger and the complimentary tears that come along because today its not a new thing for me. I’ve seen the waves getting high and low through my window. Now I’ve a blurred view of it due to a squint in my eye. My grey beard tells me that “old man, you’re going to be here till your last breath” and I..I silently agree with the deep setting monotony. I say” I don’t care now but I do have a hope, hope of a last breath to come invitingly and excitingly setting me free.”My case is not with the court, its with the god, the case of autonomy and he is going to grant me with the blessing of autonomy. I wish he gives it to me soon. I’ve no one coming to meet me now, so I wish to meet the god. I wish to see you mom.


Your imprisoned son,