Eid


Eid Mubarak, papa.

Eid Mubarak, Bysa Papa.

Eid Mubarak, Khala.

Thats all I feel like writing right now. Its a lousy day anyway. I am away from family and the whole point of Eid is food which I dont have as anything that is not made by my mom doesnt come up to the level of calling it food.

Thats that.

I miss so many things today.

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Your Empty Home Is No Longer Yours


I waited long enough, the limit has been crossed

You left me alone and let me rot, I always waited on that very spot

The spooky garden has haunted me for long, and now I turn away for nothing is worth waiting for!

She wailed and she cried to be taken back

She couldnt come to you, she has lost her way

Her memory has faded, of those rooms and hallways

The pathway where she first rode her bike, too afraid of the harsh road outside

Her shadow in the backward was huge where she used to take refuge

Her memory jar, the only place she ever found peace, she am sorry she left

And now you moved on, her last harbour is gone.

Small Wonders


Tiny rays of hope, bringing light and smiles along

Little dimpled cheeks light up the faces that look forlorn

Like spring to a parched land, like water to a thirsty man

Night lights in the dark, awakens the dead soul with a spark

Like the breath of fresh air, it stirs life

Sprouting joy where none could be found

The anticipation, the excitement, the happiness is boundless

When these Small Wonders are expected, the journey seems endless!

Open Book


I hold nothing back, I just dont hide 

Life is like a book, blank and open wide 

Ink that I use, is the blood that I choose 

To write 

About life and more about life! 

Yet the pages are blank, hopelessly spotless! 

I havent written a poem for a long time now.  Its a dry spell. I am distracted and its not helping. I need to write and write to get a grip on myself. I seem to be slipping away into oblivion. And its not upto me to stop myself. My anchor is broken. 

Another Year Gone By …


Last year, on 5th September, I posted on this blog about Dad. He was a teacher too, almost all his life. It used to be a very special day for him. Now each year, melting into another, all I have left of my father are memories and yearly blogposts. Even as it sounds silly, its saddening for me that I have been deprived of things that I used to value. 

I used to make fun of dad when I was a little child that he doesnt know anything! Ofcourse I didnt understand the value of a PhD from IIT 🙈. Yea, now when I remember it, it makes me feel really stupid! 

So yet another year gone by without Dad by my side. 

I dont know how many years will it take for my posts to get shorter, my memories about him weaker, and my longing for him will eventually fade. Its been 5 long years without him. 

So with that depressing thought … 

Happy Teacher’s Day, Dad!