Daily Archives: April 1, 2015

Who She Is In A Way?


It is a trick

more or less a gimmick

she is a friend to all

always there in a call

that was before long

now she  is away for long

does not respond at all

nor does  she answers a call

she has turned a mystery

her good nature has become a history

she dodges and drives through

never in place all through

I seek and search with fervour

could find her where so ever

I give up and sit back

she came today in a slack

she was with me for a few minutes

disappeared from my hold in a minute

hopped and jumped  to a  place little  away

showed up for a few minutes in a stay

then ran away for the day

could you recognise who she is in a way?

she is none other than rain

she has teased my brain rain falls

A Soul Into The Blue.


The passion for writing
is like a kite
above and up it flies
never does it shies
my enthusiasm rises
it multiplies in thrice
then mounts up in four folds
the thirst I could not hold
I write like a mad
pen poems of sad
poetise joy
talk with coy
know not my structure
nor my grammar
either the syntax
without an index
that is me through and through
a soul into the blue