Change is evident!

Accept the change and move on.
Accept the change and move on.

Unknown cities
Empty afternoons
Big buildings
Vacant corners
Make a day.

Here is shine
Non-setting light
Outside there is dark
You are alone.

The journey is unknown
Why would you stop?
When there is an unknown craze
Among other creatures to
Subdue a human.

If human stops
He gets consumed
Those who consume him
are a little wiser
Only you have to
Brighten your way
with your resistance to
all types of stoppages
The moment you stop
You’ll vanish.

We see that today afternoon is
ultimately leading to today’s night
If you keep momentum to walk down
this time tomorrow morning must
be waiting for you to take full charge.

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A Navy Of Roses!

For you may not fear anything!

A deadly speaker climbed onto the dying stage,

Many sages formed a bond of love,

One and the other adoring the majestic,

Until he flew, a blade ripped.


“My god! Oh! God.” was echoed over there,

But with silence in one’s ear,

Who could dare to take that call?

It was the biggest solemn doubt of all.


“I will ask once more.”

“My sword will bite one of yours…”

Two or three or even four,

Until he responded with the utmost shore.


“My god. I am present,”

“I will follow your crescent.”

With his name out then,

He pressed mercy on Ambrose.


Then with a shutter sound,

The red master turned alive,

He showed up and asked for one more,

It caused somebody back from the door.


Then there rose another,

He wanted to show a new path,

His name suggested,

and enforced religion for rest.


He too followed the knife’s tear,

The third got up with a dare,

So, he mixed strength with us,

All to show the chapter’s lust.


My god then revealed it there,

“The knife you see wants you here,”

Then as his will may work,

dedicated learner rose.


Then the last call took place,

And the master introduced,

Pupil master in prose,

Thus, he made us immune to fighting foes.


He did his job,

And published this navy robe,

They brought us, the Khalsa,

And all sparrows turned scouts!


A navy that grows by bravery

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Power of a “No” (Published at Masticadores India)

You need to fight for your existence and gradually you learn about the power of a "No".
You need to fight for your existence.

I am happy to announce that my poem Power of a “No” is featured at MasticadoresIndia. I would love to acknowledge Terveen Gill and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their support throughout.

Often I see
“yes” accomplishes the trick
Be it in a love-propose
Or be it in hiring.

Advancing to the next stage
How often do you see
That “No” decides
the outcome?

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My Departure –Bond of Separation

My departure is announced.
My departure is now informed!

Make yourself surrender
Or I will make no place for you to render
make your words a stone
Or you will weigh no stone.

Make your temper a brief
Or you will land in grief
Ask my blood to drop
Else there is never hope.


Let me shine in the grave
Let me be your brave
Let me find a way to the doom
I want to live in your heart room.

You can ask your landlord.
“Are you the better lord?”
Let you believe in me,
We shall have the other life treasured.



My departure is all you get within this life. We are indeed connected each time we live.
We are bound to part ways.

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It’s Because It has ended

But how has it ended altogether?
But how has it ended altogether?

The green-aged trees
have never said a word
Deep down the road
a tiger roars.
It’s because it has ended.

It started years ago
Over the red bricks
there used to be a family of four
It was all collected
until they tore apart
A girl of their roots
always believed
that she cared for the boy
not the one she loved from the incident
but the one whom she played with
since the time he was born.


One lucky day
It was her birthday, and he was far from here,
she cried all night
as she remembered what he last said to her,
“you are the one for whom I breathe,”
It was not about he had been away
It was about the promise
that he would never leave her alone.
The girl was in her teens
but still very aspiring to fulfil his dream
the dream he once expressed her
that he will treat the poor with medicines
She started staring at the clock
and went on seeking for ten minutes
a phone bell rang
she picked up the phone; she learnt
that “It has ended.”
She asked while sobbing.
“But how? Where is he?”
The other person became silent,
she went on asking and crying, but she received no response
Alas! Her birthday was not as good as even the previous day.

He rose from his bed
and found someone in his room
and the phone is running.
A girl is weeping on the receiver’s point
He ran to the phone
but fell to the ground
with blood taking over the floor of the chamber.
Alas! She never noticed
that It did not end until
the time she received the call
but now,
It has ended.

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