This poem is dedicated to all the beautiful kiddies, specially the ones who have grown into adults, as a reminder to find bliss in everything that happens in life. Use some preservatives today, capture those beautiful memories in glass jars, and don’t forget to look at it, appreciate it, and spread the happy memories!

52 Week High

Teenage years are the ones in which you learn and spew out a lot of stupid wisdom.
Here’s a (really long) poem, sharing some of my vague, yet fabulous thoughts.

And yes, happy birthday to me! 🙂

The Poet in Me..

“If a poet falls in love with you, you can never die..”     My debut into the world of poetry began somewhere around March.. On #WorldPoetryDay ! Albeit a small poem, I was really proud of the fact that I was able to filter my thoughts and feelings into rhyming verses. I thought about…

The Love Of Marine Drive

The battleground where the sea kisses the world.. The place where love fights hesitation and confusion..and wins.. The air in which beautiful hair streaks colours in the minds of prurient boys.. The playground where trees hear the native voices of barking dogs and chirping birds.. The place where lovers unite, and ‘live’rs thrive.. None other…