Two inches of you

Frost bite, bleak night, inner fight,

A curve lifts on your face,
I’m forced to break pace.
The smile lifts my being,
I can feel the cold fleeing.

Its a wonder that the tumbling dew
Is no match to two inches of you.
Appears as though all the chill
has come to a standstill.

My freezing soul thaws
as you warm the cockles of my heart.

WordPress Daily Prompt : Miraculous



I say Never Again
You hear Maybe Someday;
I say No twice,
you hear try again.

I say Leave me alone
You think its a call for help;
I beg you for some Me time
You assume I need cheering up.

I don’t know what stereotypes you hold,
or about these “codes” you seem to unfold
And I don’t care.
But don’t you dare
dictate what I mean.

When I paint words, clear and bold,
Simply trust what you’re told.


Here’s to the hero !

     Slam Poetry     

The main protagonist in a work of fiction
A child is told
That’s true for eyes that only look
But for eyes that don’t just look, but see,
Heroes don’t have to be memorialised under domes
Heroes can be found closer to home.

Schooled with agendas when you can barely walk
So you can master the syllabus of society’s talk
Read. Repeat. Recall. Revise.
To make you forget there’s more
to life than 2+2 = 4.

A victim to the lesson’s deafening noise,
Reduced to the structure’s play toys,
You fall for their ploys
and lose your voice.

But here’s to the hero
Who wages curriculum wars
and resists A+ bars,
Who sees education as a farce
That won’t take him far.
The hero dares ask questions in exams
that only expect answers, rote learnt.

When a shorter skirt and a higher heel
Will be sure to seal the promotional deal,
When a brighter shade of lip gloss
will make you a favourite of the boss,
It’s an easy way up the corporate ladder
The reality of office politics couldn’t be sadder.

But here’s to the hero
Who’ll adorn, true to the identity she bears,
Who is sworn, to resist cubicle nightmares.

When clouds of judgement don’t let you rest
Giving in to pressure may seem best.
When bricks of your mind are tricked in the grind,
Its all too easy to leave yourself behind.
Aligned with others, still confined,
Your instincts blind in a social bind.

But here’s to the hero
who knows you don’t need to feign a lie
to reign in hell,
Who calls the gamers on their fraud,
Says : Away with the facade !

When pain cripples, you succumb and crumble.
Minutes. Seconds. Nanoseconds mumble.
The clock’s chime, to catch up with time :
An impossible feat, even for an Olympic athlete,
Rather than take the heat,
you may meet with defeat.

But here’s to the hero
Who chuckles at the fire because she’s the ocean,
She buckles, she may tire, but she’s always in motion.

Each of us carries a hero within :
In a world that schools you what to think,
Asking questions is rebellion’s first ink !

Who says B can only follow A ?
Not when brush strokes are bigger than
bigoted agendas !
Who said Battles need armours, bullets and loaded guns?
We wage wars with loaded minds and bloodied spines
From the stabs in the back.
Still, we’ve the knack to ask questions.

I’m not talking of the dying embers of a fire humble
But the lightning cracker that precedes the thunder’s rumble.

Here’s to the hero screaming inside of you and me
Empty speeches and classified niches
are not making us heard
So let’s shoot the arrows of the word.
Forgive those who laugh,
Forget those who scoff,
because that’s the very ingredient
Revolutions are made of.



      Slam Poetry    

is to realise
That everyone you recognize
Has lived a tale
You’ll never fully unveil :
A tale with an Fisherman knots and an intricate plot,
A tale that can’t be explained or taught.

This is just as true for you and me
As for the stranger on the street.
We are walking stories, talking experience,
We hide siren alarms and syringes
up our sleeve
and paint our scars with Mascara
In the tales we weave.
Torn. Worn. Forlorn.
Yet we never cease to believe.
So when whispers of envy tickle my ears
I laugh at the fickle truth.

A whisper says : She’s so together
Together ?
I’ve been broken in ways you can’t imagine
Like a fish carved apart into gill and fin.

A whisper says : She’s brave
Yes I’ve braved the monsters
Not those under the bed, but the ones in my head.
Not those that hide behind curtains,
but those that crawl into hearts.

A whisper says : she’s so free
Free, indeed, from the bonds I’ve been tied to,
From the many ways I’ve been lied to,
When the clock ticks bed time only when validation strikes,
When thoughtless words metamorphosize into sharpened spikes.

A whisper says : She’s complete
Depleted I was once,
Though now replete.
Maimed much, aimed at,
On the end of a tight death grip
Of an invisible White Walker’s finger tip.

I wiped off the grease,
Picked up piece after piece,
I’d signed no lease with life,
It was my job
to find peace with strife.

So I bundled up the loss and guilt,
Tossed them into my patchwork quilt.
When I embraced the monsters at night
I realised they stopped putting up a fight.

Carefree today came with money,
To land at the hills, I crossed pits many.

Yet, if you take a very close look,
You can read some pages of my book.

See the war’s blood red in the blush of my cheeks,
The turns of fate in my twisted green veins,
Find the whiplashes on the creases of my palm,
And you’ll uncover the story behind this picture of calm.

That’s why
When I see
A sea of people
Who always seem
complete and replete,
fair and free,
I’m reminded that they’re
stories within stories.

And I whisper to myself




Water I am

In my gushing praise

In the love that pours

In the patter of my hugs

My laughs that rain.

Earth I am

Layers revealed as you dig deep

In the solid support I provide

A base that holds all of you together

As I muddy around and you grow into a tree !

Air I am

In the breeze of thrill I bring

The air of courage I breathe into you

As the wind of my prowess roars

And the puffs of my gentility kiss.

Fire I am

In the rage that rises when you’re wronged

The willpower to make mansions material

In my boiling passion

And in my scent that incenses.

Sky I am

In the expanse my soul traverses

An umbrella over your being

As I watch over protectively

Absolute, omnipresent, manifest.

Water you become

In the joy that bubbles in you

Trickles of togetherness drenching us

In the flush of your excitement

As we rinse our days away.

Earth you become

When you hold me, even when I erode you

As you let me sprout

In the happy sandcastles of our dreams

As we conjoin and sustain life.

Air you become

In the storm we rake together

Then survive through the gale

In the companionship we inhale

As the windmills of days spin away.

Fire you become

As I burn your desires

Add fuel to the flame

As we’re roasted in a continuum

Our hearts set aflame.

Sky you become

In the fears that we set free

As we’re both dawn and dusk, day and night,

An abode encouraging flight,

Invincible in our celestial sphere.



A word

A word trips and tumbles down

A slip of your tongue, an unintended kindness,

Thrown off the top of your word pond

I denote it as compassion, if not passion;

You see my ears smile,

Relishing it too much-

You stagger in fear

Trying to rewind and undo.

You detach, at will,

Cold, distant, yet again,

Now the words shoot out :

Fast, numerous, empty.

I erect a barricade and slither away

But not before I steal your word,

Stitch it, intact, in my veins,

Dance away, away from you,

Dance away to its jarring ring.