seated in the  conference room stuck in a meeting my mind thinking about nothing i was busy explaining a missed call at first another call from home disconnecting the line i continue with work next 30 minutes i was bombarded with phone-calls sms messages asking me to come home softly

sitting inside the trainafter finishing worki watch the peoplerush home just like me like migrating birdstravelling a long distancei make this daily journeyfrom one end to another i make this journeyfrom one end to anotherto keep me distractedfrom all things i am missing a loving family i left behindmy happiness

i was a lonely traveller walking the path that no one never dares to that no one never dreams i wandered lonely as a cloud taking me where the path took me taking me where the wind blew me to i wandered like a long lost traveller many a times

I had a familya loving wifeand a pretty little daughteri called Angel Angel and i spent our timebuilding toy housesfeeding the little birds in the parkfighting with the little boy next door time flew bymy little angel grew into fine young princessthat’s when it all started that’s when it all

  seated in the cold benchon a mid april eveningi watch the kids rush home to escape the freezing cold seated in this benchwith arms and legswith eyes, nose and mouthjust like everyone else kids – big and smallmake me what i amdestroy me for what i am notsome decorate

  Getting up from my corner i embark on my pink beauty listen to my favorite music keep driving smiling at the kids on the way enjoying the pleasure of riding alone with the soulful breeze flowing through my hair gently brushing my face i drive towards home a pleasure

as i race into the mid-day traffici kickstart my own racewith my eyes glued on the roadmy mind spins it own story the images of the last few hoursquickly scanned throughlike a computer doing its wizardrymy mind conjures up its own sorcery isolating a few imagesthe magic start once againnavigating

walking down the roadon a hot, sunny dayi find myself walking aloneon a normally busy highway i look backlook rightlook leftnothing at all normally fierce windhas died down to nothingthe sun is shiningyet it feels cold all doors shut tightall narrow lanes barricadedcant go back the way i camecant stay

a thousand wordsa minutetalking non stopto everyone around me blabbering some nonsensehumming a songplaying on the radioi am just a bundle of fun everything changedwords that flowedwithout a hurdlestuttered, stumbledand stopped everything changedwhen you came near when you came near methe words just disappeared sound of words that engulfed the

Who am I this evening? Who am I today? Who was I before this? Where did my life stray? This vision I am seeing Certainly is not me this cloudy broken image is not who I want to be I’ve lost sight of my morals I’ve lost sight of my

Walk with me in burden come sit and feel my grief watch out for damaged waste in terms of wrong, I am chief Hold my hand in darkness come feel the fear within my heart watch out for haunting ghosts In this horror movie I play the worst part Sit

I’m drowning into thoughts of my imagination lost within a sea of roaring waves all around filled with swimming memories shaded gray each screaming to be heard, but not emitting sound. I’ve landed upon an empty shore, breathless and gripping sand. I think perhaps I’ve forgotten how to breathe or

a bundle of laughter joy and happiness was a daily routine in my life busy i was always time was always short time was always short when it came to all things fun juggling books on one hand a football on the other a heavy bag to add to the

My silence is born with me – within me consoles me all the time And I used to love This silence but now, a thunderous silence some unforeseen one comes from nowhere and tries to break through my thoughts and fills my mind and spirit this silence speaks with me

  sitting quietly in one corner of the roomi seem like a boring personpeople come, people goall look at me with the same stare oh, look at him!wasting his time doing nothingwhat a boring person! some sayyou should be active and outgoing! say others listening patiently to everyonei give them

sitting in the comfort of my home air conditioner at full blast with the tv remote in hand i lazily flip through the channels one glance through the window the street is empty no dogs, no cows not even the pesky little crows rush back inside and grab the remote

  as i sat down on the park benchafter a long and weary dayi couldnt help noticingthe once bustling park is now almost deserted once the jewel of the landbustling with activitythe park was the epitomeof all things beautiful fragrance of the flowers filled the airhome to various birds and

I sit on the porch Waiting to see your face Counting the minutes And watching the strangers pass by For a minute I think I saw you But no, it was not you.   All fully clad up and neat My sari neatly folded Into pleats with strands of flower