Bombay. Mumbai. Whatever you’d like to call it, this great urban city of India that Bollywood calls its home. So much diversity and so many nationalities in the same city, living under the same rules – freedom. There’s a sense of freedom in India which cannot be found elsewhere, you can do as you please,…
Category: Writing
Poem: Memories Broken
Fragments of images Floating in my head Were they real or were they false? Moments lost and never found Can we really ever tell Broken memories from our dreams Pieces of a puzzle Missing pieces to be found Digging for the answers Shuffle pieces back together Curing this amnesia Memories have been found In another dimension…
Fragments of my Life
“I’ve got tears in my eyes and I’m letting them drown in my eyes. I can’t let them out ’cause they will destroy me.”
Poem: Travelling is my Drug
My heart is pounding hard Hands are reaching out for more It’s never been so difficult To breathe in this familiar air I’ve been gone for too long This place is no longer mine My memory is failing me Falling deeper and deeper Into this well of clouds Wandering about endlessly Always looking for something…
Seeking for Freedom
I was seeking this thing called Freedom I walked for miles for this Purpose I stumbled and I fell, all in vain All I needed was Right within me Days has passed, years have gone My mind is filled with tormented memories Scratching and bleeding Drops of blood from my Soul Left it broken and…
Roots
When the roots are too strong they can strangle you When you don’t have any roots, you feel the void inside you.
My Spoken Word Poems
I recently found my old blog where I used to upload all my poems since I was a teenager. It was such an amazing feeling to read through the poems and seeing when I had written them, and to see comments people had made when they appreciated the poem or if they found it touching….
Losing Innocence
When I get older, year by year, I am afraid that I am slowly but surely losing my innocence. The kind of innocence we all have when we just believe how things are always working out for the best. I am afraid at times that some sort of cynical or bitter side, would take over…
Unstructured Chaos
Everyday is a chaotic day in my head. I have forgotten how to write the pain away. Some days are more floating than others. The memories float together in my mind, condense into the sky where they fall down like rain. Scattered. In pieces. I actually like this feeling. Liberation. It’s a bittersweet and creative sensation….
Moving on from this World
Dedicating this poem to my dear grandfather (papaji), who just recently passed away. Saying goodbye in my dreams Your time had come to an end It was time to leave this all behind Moving on to another world Find peace and calmness within you There’s no more pain to be felt No more hard days…