The night on the rooftop

The night today, is as dark as can be
Not a sound to be heard
Not a shadow to be seen

Just silence, as we sit on the rooftop
And you draw back into your shell
A shell, that wouldn’t be
If you could see what I see
Oh, the world is a cruel place
But you, you make it beautiful
Magic, that’s what you are
A scintillating spark of madness

Your eyes paint a world, that knows no pain
And your voice, a symphony of words
In your heart, you hold a light
That the dark fears to touch
And that snaggle toothed smile
That smile of yours, stops time

So break that shell, step out now
As life grabs you by the hand
And plummets you down
Brush it off, and face the climb
And in your stride, take it all
Just one step at a time

And in your palms, you will hold
Your dreams, that were too big
As you rise, and stumble and fall
And brush it off and start again

In silence
We sit on the rooftop
And in silence I wait
As you break down your walls

The night today, is beautiful as can be
Not a sound to be heard
Not a shadow to be seen

The Beautiful and Terrible World – Slam Poetry

This is my first poetry for which many people deserve credit. It was a group effort, which turned out beautifully! Written by me and Elaine (do visit her blog here!), scrutinized and modified by Niharika, and all the moral support provided by Stuti, here’s another addition to our overflowing Flatmate Goals!


Another beautiful day!                                                                                 Another terrible day!

What’s so beautiful about
Wars and blood baths?

Wars are also waged for good
For change, and everyday
Is better than the last!

Good? The world has locked away
All the good it once knew
And the demons that they created
Are right in front of you!
Everywhere I see is anguish,
Pain, sorrow and despair!
Nothing ever seems fair!

What is not fair?
You see those little kids
Filled with hopes and dreams?
They have so much 
To offer to the world!

They? They grow up!
And all their hope is leeched
Right out of them
And their dreams are crumbled 
Into a million pieces!

Yes! They grow up.
To fight for what is right, 
To remove traces of sorrow, 
To strive for peace,
To abolish evil.
They speak!

And they are shot
Right in the head!
Their throats cut through.
Their voices silenced forever.

Their voices made a difference
It’s their acts of kindness and sacrifice
Which ignites a spark in us
A positive action,
A chain reaction,
Till the whole world is alight!

And where was this light?
When she screamed for help!
No one dared to move a muscle
Nor spoke for her. Well,
She died of course!
Where was this kindness
When she was killed in the womb?
When she was left beside a garbage can!
When she was looked down upon!

But now she fights!
So, no-one suffers her fate.
She is a phoenix of justice
Reborn from the ashes
Shining brightly, smiling gently!
What’s not beautiful?
And amongst all this cynicism
People still fall madly in love.
Slowly driving the darkness away.

Love? Love is brutally murdered!
It is hunted, till slaughtered!
All in the name of religion and caste.
Alas!
Love is reviled…

Yet love is alive
Why don’t you ask the ones?
Who loved and survived!
Whose hope was revived
Because their families fought for them
The world stood with them
This world has taught us
To open our arms and
Welcome love, peace and prosperity.
It has taught us that
Little girls can be warriors.
And little boys, sometimes

Just need someone
To wipe the tears off their face.

It has indeed!
Taught us that humans are humans.
The diminishing characters they are
Surpassing even the greatest demons.

No! It has taught us that
All humans are not monsters.
The nurturing goodness they have
Can uproot any evil from within!

What a terrible world!

It’s a beautiful world!

If I Could Meet Me – Slam Poetry

If I could get on a time machine
I would meet the little girl
Who was still taking life, one day at a time
Who still had her heart filled with wonder
And I would tell her to never lose that spark in her eyes
I would tell her that her hands have the power to move rocks
And that her feet were made to walk miles and climb mountains
And if she ever feels burdened
All she has to do is let go of the weights
I would tell her not everyone will stay in her life forever
And that’s okay
I would tell her not to worry if life seems bleak
Because ten years down the line, the pieces will fit together
I would tell her not to stress so much over her future
Because ten years down the line, she still won’t have the answer
But her uncertain life in her imperfect little world
Will make perfect sense to her
I would tell her never to be ashamed
To let out the child within her heart
I would tell her that she’d never be old enough for cartoons
And that her little bed, crowded with her favorite stuffed toys
Will still always have enough place for her and her big dreams
I would tell her never to lose the spark of hope in her heart
And when the world forces cynicism and defeat down her throat
Quenching her thirst to make a difference
I would tell her that a little girl with big dreams and sparkly eyes
Will be waiting for her right here

Cardboard and Kids

There are few things that give you immense satisfaction. I recently had a wonderful experience with little kids from a government school in Hyderabad running around with a Google cardboard stuck to their eyes, reveling in the joy of virtual reality for the first time in their lives.

Some of us might never understand what they felt when they were transported to a different world. For a privileged few among us, virtual reality is a means of entertainment in our free time. But for those kids, it was an experience they’ll remember all their life. They learnt about the human body by travelling through it, as a cell. And it was a sight to see them zooming around the classroom, driving their rover on the moon. And the fact that I was instrumental in providing this memorable experience to them fills my heart with unbound joy.

Children do find everything in nothing, and make you wonder why you haven’t been paying enough attention to marvel at that nothingness. As adults, what we learnt in that classroom was very different. It was everything that we knew as kids, but had pushed it somewhere in the dark corners of our mind as we grew up.

The experience had as much impact on me as it did on the kids. And I hope I carry the learning with me throughout my life, just like I hope they will.

Goodbye, dear father

When I saw you today,
When I saw you, lifeless
I thought back to fonder days

When you held my hand
And taught me how to walk
When you carried me around
Proudly, on your shoulders
When you hugged me
Every time you came home from work
When you taught me all
You thought I should know

As time took its toll
We did grow apart
But the fondness in my heart
Never went away

And today, you left
Without a goodbye
And all we have left
Are memories
But every time we think of you,
Dear father, we’ll think of you
Only with love

As you lie there, lifeless
I fight back tears
I have to be strong now
For mother, for myself

But don’t you worry
This too, shall pass
And I’ll be the brave little boy
You raised me up to be

So goodbye, dear father
Don’t you worry now
We have each other
And you, in our hearts

Goodbye, dear father
Rest in peace, now


Two of my friends recently lost their fathers. This poem is dedicated to both of them. I’m sure this poem didn’t do justice to how you must have felt, and I apologize for that.

I can’t even begin to comprehend what you would have gone through. But all I can do is assure you, that this too shall pass.  

Life Update

I’m alive!

I haven’t been blogging for a while now, all credits to the fact that I’m now a working individual (read corporate slave). A corporate slave, who spends a lot of time playing Foosball and Pool. If I’ve spoken to you since I started working, you would know how much I love my office. I agree I don’t have a basis for comparison, but I love it. I don’t hate my job either (*gasps*). Sure, sometimes I get a little tired, and I still look forward to the weekends so I can watch movies, relax, play games and go out. But I also look forward (most of the time) to the weekdays so I  get to learn new things, talk to people and code! I might not be an outstanding coder, or the best at grasping new concepts, but I enjoy doing it.

There’s not a lot more to life right now. A little work, a little fun. My new blogging aim is to try and start the monthly movie wrap-ups again. Or make it bi-monthly. But I will write! This post was just to tell you all that I haven’t disappeared from the face of the earth.

That’s all folks! Have a great upcoming weekend.

A Very Happy Birthday Indeed

I’m writing this post at 2 a.m. because I had to write now, when I still feel this surge of emotion in my heart. This year’s birthday saw another strike-through in my Bucket List!

I wasn’t happy about turning 22. Because being 22 means I continue to be an adult. But you all made me so incredibly happy, I teared up. I quite like being 22 now, because these 2 hours gave me so many memories to cherish. And all I can think right now is

I don’t know about you
But I’m feeling 22
Everything will be all right if
We just keep dancing like we’re
22

The moment I stepped out of my room, I was greeted by excited screams, jigglypuff’s song, and the shimmer of fairy lights and candles in the dark. And then came the tears, for a couple of seconds, but they were there nonetheless.

Thank you for the wonderful track – with Jigglypuff, Pikachu and Boom Boody! Thank you for the beautiful decorations, thank you for all the effort you put into making this day special for me. Thank you for the great gifts. I love them all! Thank you for the surprise visit, for the dance performance, for your birthday wishes. Most of all, thank you for all the memories.

I missed a lot of people, who couldn’t be here today. I wish you were here, so we could stay up and talk all night. But you were, in one way or another. Being physically absent doesn’t mean you’re not a part of my life anymore. After college, we’ve all moved on to different phases in our lives, but you’ll always be a part of mine.

I wish my parents were here, just like they were for 17 years. I wish my sister were here to trouble me. And I wish my dog were here, wondering what all the fuss is about and why we aren’t asleep yet. I miss you all dearly, but I’ll be seeing you in a week.

Two more stuffed toys have now been added to my collection. Welcome, Minion and Pikachu.

Another year older, but am I a year wiser? Yes. Yes I am.