Redemption @ 80 km/hr

There was a time- Bike rides didn’t excite me. I was the sophisticated girl who cribbed for the dusty face and how messy my hair will become after a ride. But then, in this journey of life. One thing which I have learnt time and again is, It has given me answers from things which I never ever wanted to do or the things which I kept questioning. My life has been an answer to all the questions I kept asking. One such being this- BIKE RIDE.

At an exhilarating speed of 80. Life seems different, less chaotic and more peaceful. You know this feeling when you are at the verge of dying where everything that held you back all these years will set you free at one second of death. That’s exactly the beauty of riding the bike at 80!!

At 80 km/hr, you just know you can die any moment.
But hold on- At the pace of normal life, are you even alive?


Reflection- A shaky sketch

I saw you at a vicinity
A place- once so dear to me.
Just like a wind you crossed my path
And I kept staring at you in awe.
That messed up hair-
Brought back an instant picture of you.
Swaying across a breezy evening near the river.
Oh! How could I meticulously sense so much about you.
How even today, I could love you at a distance.
Like a giant structure guarding me,
Till the time- the wall fell apart into pieces.
I learnt to love even when you weren’t mine.
I learnt to write about you even at a sight of your resemblance.


Breathe and let it go,
Drink and let it slow.
For this world will burn you,
Instead, why don’t you put up a show.

Run and let them know,
Burn and let them blow.
For you will be admired in awe,
Let them for a change take the bow.

Mugged up in this merry go-round,
Scream aloud and take a stand.
It’s a pleasure knowing you,
It’s a treasure owing you.

Life is full of tumultuous ride,
Don’t dare to step aside.
Breathe and let it go.
Drink and let it slow.


Nightmares are real.
They don’t let you sleep and don’t let you breathe.
You are stuck like a milestone on a busy highway.
Nobody bothers to look at you.
You have become just another hurdle to cross .
They have the technology to guide, to show the way!

You look like dust and mild in appearance.
And nobody to take care of you.
You are struggling for air, you are craving for life.
But it keeps on haunting, as you close your eyelids.
Making it even worse, second by second!!

Mirror (Part-1)

You and I – Miles apart,
Generations apart,
Have lived through the same life.
A life of contentment,
A world of shattering clouds,
A mind so chaotic,
And a heart so purely divine.
Time is the barrier,
And it has been a boon, too.
I’m reliving moments of your life in mine.
What are we??
A double pearl from the same oyster,
Dived too deep to shine like us now.
But detached widely because,
of the rubble which is beneath.
This someday will eat us alive,
And still we will hold nothing against it.
We are exactly what we want to be,
And beautifully what we shouldn’t be.

The Struggle of Contemplation

A mirage when gone close,
Redundant during the process.
Time and again, recuperating chill.
This life has been a lethal kill.

I wake up one morning,
With a snow filled clarity.
And the same night,
battle sleep with unsettling chaos.

Running to and fro,
To a long-lost friend.
A save in return,
Never makes the trend.

Back in a blink,
With a crystal so clear.
The water shimmers,
Head out to witness.

Sunshine or Moonlight,
It never settles.
It never answers.
Left to contemplate!


Pain has to be beautiful.
No second thoughts there.
How can music be so soothing,
when you are depicting pain in it.
It’s a wonder how it bleeds,
Yet, oozes out love.

Perhaps, it’s destined to suffer
To shine and prosper.
It is ironic to love,

and weep at the same time.
It is a curse and blessing,
to feel pain and write about it.

Years pass but the pain endures
Silently, at the corner of the eye.
A crinkle, just like that
A smile, out of nowhere.
A sense of belonging in the desert,
And a resentment in the crowd.

2 minutes…

Bustling roads and honking vehicles,
Sitting in the car, windows rolled up.
I hardly heard the clutter outside
But, I surely felt the weight.

Last night, a mere phone call
turned my world upside down.
I am not in your world,
So, the damage remains limited to me.

Hours pass by the bright screen,
Hovering over your name often.
Senses prevail for a moment
And, I’m back with a draft to the client.

Summer breeze makes the leaves rustle,
The setting sun glittering on my charcoal hair.
My handheld makes through to your lips,
And my heart becomes a prisoner hearing you.

With soft voices colliding the waves to make sense,
I heard you hurry up at the other end.
Battling out for time,
All I heard you say last, was ‘’2 minutes’’!!

The Wait!!

This heart of mine is all dead,
It doesn’t flutter any longer at your sight.
Long ago, a simple thought of you,
Would rise the flow of blood within.
And today, a mere thought of you
Just gives a feeling of being numb.
With passing time and changing seasons,
I’m trying to withstand my love for you.
Hoping that someday underneath the full moon sky,
you will come like a breeze and hold my hand once again.
This time never leaving me to stale,
and holding firmly, you’ll finally say-
“The chaos in me wants to rest in you for life.”
That day my years of hope will be marked as one of the greatest bravery,
mankind could ever face for the sake of LOVE!!

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