What drives you,
in front of you.

What makes you happy,
beside you.

What makes you, you,
will remain within you.



If I Die

If I die and you are alive
write me a rhyme that very night.
But pick only one of the following three
hope, courage or humanity

Or combine all of them into love
And write a poem, but only in verse
Make sure you recite it when it’s done
Memorize it and let the paper burn
Make sure you know.
who needs it –  when and where
Tell them, and bring to them
love and hope in a time of despair
And if they don’t listen,
pull them into an embrace
Whisper the ending lines softly,
just in case.
Give a look of satisfaction
to their confused face
Blink slowly once with a single nod,
And then that one smile of faith.

Witness the magic that happens next.
See someone awaken from the dead.
Hear me in their silent goodbye.
See me in them as they march ahead.

The photograph and the cap.


She picked up the damped clothes
and began to bring them inside
when all of a sudden she found an olive cap kept aside.

She then searched for a picture
which was taken when she was young and pretty.
She wore a similar cap in it and looked so happy and witty.

It was her favorite among all others.
And she remembered she showed it to him.
She thought for a while about it until her eyes became dim.

She thought of how he made her,
wear another cap
and told her to click another similar snap.

She wondered if he had kept the photo
with him, all this while long
or deleted it the day he left her and was gone.

That day the photograph and the cap
were buried deep by her,
for she knew she would never be able to look at them without getting her eyes blurred.

It’s been long since then.

The rain had stopped. She spread the clothes
under the sun anew, kept the photograph aside,
wore the cap, looked up high and smiled.