But, I’m a poet

There was a light, an aura, shining against the crowd
someone different, someone new
someone i never met, someone fascinating,
someone to meet again and again

It’s not a lie when i say
everything faded into background
except You;
I’m just a poet, you know

Often i overemphasize, inhibitions and emotions
Exaggerate an instant with eloquent words
Romanticize every possible happening on earth
Read into more than one should

Maybe it was just a passing a moment
I am a poet;

Image courtesy- my new found Hobby😚


I don’t believe you

I never believed it
When you said
“You can either love me or hate me
There is no between”
I smiled
You just had no mediocrity

Emotions were always loud
Even make the deaf feel something
Expressions bright as the day
Even those behind shut doors and heavy gates couldn’t escape
You were just that magical!

You could envelope one in your heart
In minutes of meeting
You were just that magical!

You were warmth personified
When you cried like a child
Got angry with a pout
Jealous throwing tantrums everywhere

I always wondered
How could someone hate you
Such sunshine and warmth in a box
Who could not love you?
So the statement aforesaid wasn’t true

Life took its turns
And Here I am
still unable to believe you
Because today
I’m standing in middle

I have loved you
And could never hate you
SO here I’m standing in middle
Unflinching immovable
Standing my ground
In the middle of nowhere;

EY asked;

What am I to you?
Ey asked
Not angry nor demanding
Just a simple question
“Half of my poetry are for you.”
Was my simple reply

A letter from a concerned consumer

Dear samose-wale-bhaiya,

First of all thank you for the yummy golden delicacies which lightens my soul, lets not talk about body. Here is a little suggestion, not on your cooking skills which give way to 200 plus samosas daily or the hygiene of the same, i would like to trust you, despite what others say. It is about you pouring hot sizzling water of your chai-pan with utter generosity on the opposite green banyan tree, that is not so green anymore. i appreciate your effort of saving water and watering trees, as trees-save-life, but the tree couldn’t accept your sizzling generosity, as it’s leaves have turned brown and no new leaves are growing. But the poor thing couldn’t say it out loud to you out of modesty, so here i am, with no intention to hurt you, with utmost humility, please refrain from pouring chai-pan water on the tree. As for your tree-saving drive, give it good cool water even once a day and it will be green and happy in no time. You know its all about the cool these days.

Your cool-customer

This is my first time writing a satirical piece. Any suggestions, criticism or feedback are most welcome.


Baffled, befuddled
Amongst the rush
Watching people everywhere
Loneliness swarmed in

Befuddled tripping on my steps
Managed to move
Where I didn’t know?
No place made a difference

And I felt my phone
Pressing against my chest
I called you
Not so
You could help me
I just wanted to see you
In my adrenaline rushed state
How I made my way to you?
I wonder ,but a little
For I could only go to you

I thought I would hug you
Maybe cry a little
Maybe whine a dime
Just tell u how much you mean to me.

But when I reached
And I saw you
I forgot the whining
Crying and all sorts of pain
Unlike the movies
Didn’t rush into your arms
The black of your eyes
Calmed all the storms
Blazing flames of anxiety
Turned snowflakes of serependity
I didn’t say anything
Walking with you did wonders
Just listening to you
Reduced the screams within me

And i didn’t even know
When this wide curve came
On my face,
This person was content and just smiling.
Well it feels like I returned home.
My home came to me.

You are doing fine.

To all those who are in pain and hurt and still hopeful.

It takes courage to say you are okay.
Collecting compassion and hope to  be okay
Persisting to smile through chaos to be okay
Calming your inner child to be just okay
And trying and trying being hopeful
Someday you actually start feeling okay.

I came across a beautiful post by Allison that told me, it is fine to feel both hurt and hopeful, at the same time. “To loathe the dystopian reality we are living in and at the same time fight for a better future with fierce compassion and strong conviction.”in Allison’s words.

Just tell yourself today that you are doing just fine. It is absolutely fine to take it easy sometimes.

Love, Christin


Awkward to talk
Since it would be
Awkward to talk now
When I was awkward
All along
Let’s awkwardly talk
Rather than staying
Awkward not talking at all.

Old water bottle

Rugged overused bottom
Now unable to stand
Satisfied lying horizontal
Water still left on insides

Ready to quench anyone
Who holds onto its familiar body,
Marked by faded pictures
And a half visible sign

Yellow reflecting rays, now
Turned dull tired pale
Still complements little round
Full of dents silver head

Loses weight when someone’s filled
And gains ready to fill again,
With more and more sips
Grows it’s serving strife
Until insides crack
Unable to hold life.

I tried to write a imagist poem for the first time. Imagism was a movement in early-20th-century Anglo-American poetry that favored precision of imagery and clear, sharp language. So I did it with a still life. Any suggestions or feedback are most welcome and appreciated!!