Virtual traveller


She spins a web of fantasies and gets entangled in them,

Web working as a safety net, for all the adventures that stem.


From touring far away lands, exotic locations, soaking everything in,

Crystal clear water, rising mountains, flora and fauna that hearts win.


Oceans of gold and sky of silver, ships of clouds sailing over,

with treasures of stars, planets and moon seeming closer and closer.


Canyons, meandering rivers, volcanoes fuming smoke,

Sunrises and sunsets weaving fabulous lores of folk.


The world, a small place for her, fitting well into her collection of pictures.

A box full of photographs, a gallery filled with shares.


An ardent virtual traveller that she is, photos are her imagination’s fuel,

Threading pearls of memories together to form poetic jewels.


The dreamer


She lives in a world of her own, waiting for the future.

The future visits everyday, touches her and is gone.

She keeps living in a world of her own.

Throwing out bits and pieces of herself, into the real world.

A half conversation, a story untold, an idea being raised for so long.

Portions of herself surviving in both halves, people getting her all wrong.

She lives in dream world of her own, anticipating the unseen.

The unseen reveals everyday, making itself known.

She keeps living in a world of her own.

Sometimes confused, sometimes awed, sometimes disoriented.

Walks in and out of the maze of society, refusing to obligate.

If only she could wipe out somethings everyday, starting with a clean slate.

She lives in an unreal world, longing for reality.

Reality checks itself everyday, the truth isĀ  shown.

She still keeps living in a world of her own.

The staircase.


Staircase spiralling up to the heaven or descending down to hell?

Taking you to the top or to the bottom of the well?

Reaching up for your dreams or treading on someone’s dwell?

Lifting the spirits or making them scream and yell?

Helping someone climb or pulling down, only you can tell!

Laughing while climbing or crying when you fell!

Looking up in sweet anticipation or looking down with fear of unwell?

Initiating action or waiting lazily for the gong of the bell?

Climbing up or climbing down, hold tightly the hand of integrity, don’t let your soul sell.

Protect it with trust and love, conceal it in tenderness and faith’s shell.

And if you choose to reach the top, be like a beacon to the ships in the ocean swell.

Guiding them to safety of home, bidding troubles farewell.

Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal

The Lighthouse


Lone guardian of the limitless ocean.

Helping sailors in navigation.

Away fromĀ  dangerous reefs and coastlines.

Towards safe harbour’s confines.

The guiding light to the ships.

Braving endless journeys & trips.

Bellower of the mighty warning horns.

During treacherous, thunderous storms.

Protector of tired sailors’ last hope.

Encouraging them to cope.

In the darkness of moonless nights.

With merciful bright lights.

Standing tall for centuries till now.

Withstanding nature’s fury somehow.

Constant companion to loneliness of Moon.

Like a friend, a boon.

Witness to miracles of nature everyday.

It is there to Stay.