Category: Poems


There is a wall behind my head,

there’s a mirror before,

It all depends on what I choose to see.

The bricks give me purpose,

to decipher the sky beyond

The mirror lets me be

mad in my reflected emotions.


They say it’s not a matter of my choice

The bricks would define the redness in my eyes,

either way I look.


So, I stop looking

and prove them wrong

Inside my head,the bricks pave way

for me to enter a happy song

The mirror dissolves and takes me to the other side,

beyond,the walls, where there is a way

that I haven’t yet tried

brick wall



Just For A Moment

I sway like the wind,

aimless and free

I graze your face,

kissing past gently,

you smile,

getting a taste of my ardent adventures

Just for a moment,

you sway with me,

aimless and free

For just , a moment.



You open your eyes,

and the moment dissolves,

your lips droop down

and you take a deep breath,

then shrug your shoulders

and look forward instead,

there are long roads,

and rocks unturned,

a sea of people,

and voices unheard,

bridges to build

and walls to break

Just for a moment,

I, to you, seem fake.



You loose sight of me,

in the realm of reality,

you are grounded to your place,


if you could defy gravity,

I pray you to close your eyes,

for then, in that moment

I’ll float again

into your arms,

fill up your heart

and sway you along

free and aimless,

Just, for that moment.

The Pessimist’s Loss

He walked in despair
Each step, a melancholic song;
Life in shambles, beyond repair,
He sat reflecting; what went wrong?

The darkness pressed on,
The breeze felt colder
As he sat on the edge of the cliff
Nothing but misery, sitting astride his shoulder

He picked up the stone
From the pile by his side
And threw it far, into the waves
With a rage, he couldn’t hide

The darkest hour wore on
Even as he cursed his luck, writhing in anguish
Each little stone bore the brunt
Of every unfulfilled wish

The first ray broke through the clouds
Cutting through the sea mist
The endless sky, now tinged a deep crimson
Vied for the attention of the eternal pessimist

Drowned in an ocean of maudlin
Too lost in his gloom
Crying in his beer, too blinded by sorrow
To notice Nature in full bloom

He fumbled for more stones
To cast away with disdain,
Hands probing in the erstwhile pile,
Searching impatiently, but all in vain.

The birds seemed to mock
The tides laughed like the thunder.
All grief was replaced by shock
As he looked up and realized  his blunder.

Eos gave her most mischievous smile
He sat there, head in hands and stunned
Looking at the last of the rocks he had fed the ocean with
It was a priceless diamond.

– Amogh Das Guru

BITS Pilani Dubai Campus



Scalding desert of my heart
barren as ever, miles across
lies shrouded in the mist of your being..
Mustering courage, braving loss,
and the storm of feelings,
I head for oblivion
away from your presence.
Your shadow in the amber mist
eludes me, tortures me..
I try to reach out, touch your shadow,
but my hand gathers the mist instead
and gets burnt by its fiery vapour..
reminiscent of the burns you gave me..
Tired, wasted, pathetically undone
Scared of any future tryst
yet resolute, headfirst, I walk under the sun
trying to escape the eerie mist..

Dev Dua


Yesterday i was making bubbles
through a blowing pipe
and looked at it with continuous gaze
but in seconds the images wipe.
I wondered they were vanishing
from 10.. to 8.. then 5..
but they conveyed an inspiration,
glowing glimpsing in a hive…

The rainbow colors they have in them
describing their beauty & grace
the glowing bulge, the rounded shape..
but oh..! they have no face..
Their flying struggle to go so high..
some go.. some will.. some may…
although they have a very short life..
in a moment they erase..

Their innocence & the fear of death
like human’s negative feel
their sudden end with a slightest touch…
& presence becomes unreal..
I always think that why they appear if..
they have a living deal,
but that’s the truth of every life i guess!
with no chances of heal..

So why we fear and face goes pale
to think of going away..
make your life colorful like them
and a wonderful place to stay.
Don’t feel low on turning apart
live it in efficacious way.
for that once gone will never come back
there’s no another day..

Aishwarya Vashistha

World of Love

Lost in the world of love
When i see you heading to me
I feel submerged by the delectation that
Inadvertently you give to me…..

Lost in the world of love
When i see you beetling-off from me
I feel the pain of breaking away that
Unwittingly you give to me…..

Lost in the world of love
When i see you holding my hand
I feel the bond of love that doesn’t bend…..

Lost in the world of love
When i see your crystallize lips make my eyes shine
I hear the enigma of lips that say

Swati Sawaldiya

In Love, In Vain.

The bubbles rise up, into the unburdened sky

I, unlike them, stare, too keen to fly

Looking down at the possibility

Of you and me


The dark silhouette of your love, dissolves with every sigh i release,


This vacant seat beside me,

Is occupied with the bricks, i built to keep you out

But the ghost of my desires,

Still haunt me, in doubt


Will you, or won’t you

Turn around,

Will you, or won’t you

Unchain me from the shackles of this longing ground?

The Night

(this one coming in the day time. . . )

When the Sun goes underneath the horizon
The cats run home,
The Lighthouses switch on,
And the darkness covers the dome
There comes the night!

A farmer returns from the farm
Doing all the hard work;
Wish to sleep in someone’s arm,
Hurries with the meal, leaving behind the fork;

Has to combat mosquito and Hessian fly,
The moon acts as dim light,
There he lies under the sky,
Couldn’t see a single flight;
And once again, comes the Night!

It’s half past nine
The house is empty;
Oh! He is a friend of mine,
Exists the office gate, looks quite hefty.

Foreheads bear the line of tension,
Takes the dinner in restaurant;
Manages to buy the reddish-brown solution,
To fade away the glimpses of morning taunt;
And this is how the Night comes on!

The dew is cold upon the ground,
The boy has ambition up to the brim,
He is a whirring sail going round,
Has to paddle fast through the rim;

“Tomorrow is exam” gets the remark,
Discards the shows and dinner from schedule,
Quickly started making the arc,
This night only he has to rule.
And finally comes the Night!

“My Prince! My Prince” is the sound
There’s a baby in the town,
In the cradle, with toy’s around,
Has slept all day, it’s time to make the mother frown;

The moon requests him to sleep,
Big-black eyes look up with innocence,
Stubborn enough and continued to creep,
That night, even the star enjoyed the tiny’s presence!

But still,
Whosoever it is
The farmer, my friend, the boy or the baby;
Irrespective of the need, situation and relation
THE NIGHT came, without any fail
As a true companion;

Irrespective of the behaviour
THE NIGHT showed the endeavour,
We use it,
We waste it,
We shorten it, we make it large.

But still,
It makes
No complaint
No demand….

Samir Santosh

Chasing a Mountain

A man with teeth all blue
With sugar in both his pockets
And hair all green
Wanted to chase Mt. Dream

He walked and walked
With his pet pony he talked
Confiding in him his fears and misgivings
For he knew his equine friend had a large heart

He wondered one day why his friend is distant
Since mood swings are innate only to humans
He felt those signs are just tantrums
That maybe all this travelling is making him sick
“Oh that’s why he’s just acting up as prick”

Then one dawn the hollowness in his mind shook him up
All sweating and thirsty he hurried up
To find his buddy
But to his heart-break,
It was not to be

 Suddenly the chase of his life-time seemed trivial
For the joy of journey together drowned
He knew this had created a vacuum
Which would suck not only the sweet success of
Conquest of Mt. Dream but also the spirit of his being ‘him’.

 He knew he had to complete his run
Only then
The Sun of Time shall burn in everyone’s mind the Green-head Sugar-Pockets’ folly
So slowly and with a broken determination he went on to search his unhappy glory

 He intended to become an epitome of Success
But instead he become man who was given a Lemon
Sermons, discussions and vile chat he featured
Different perspectives shaped around him
Some as a Relentless wayfarer
And others not so pleasant

 Today he wears a nice suit
Smiles quite often adjusting his glasses
His hair is well dyed
But his pockets are empty..

Husain Sodawalla

mY GrIeF

In my deep grief…
I tried to put my pain into words
But no sentences formed, no rhythm matched
I threw the pen dejected
And thought my grief is of no use but to cry…

In my deep grief…
I watched the beautiful painting on the wall…
Related all the colors to my tragedy, unwittingly…
And destroyed the innocence,
Loveliness of the painting
And thought my pain is of no use but to destroy…

In my deep grief…
I watched the birds flying,
The river flowing…
And thought someday they will face the same grief as mine
And will lose all their beauty..
I got angry at myself
And thought my grief is of no use but to feel jealous…

In my grief…
I listened to the song which always made me happy
But the grief changed its
Meaning and made that song sad for me…
I threw my earphones away and thought
My grief is of no use but to scatter itself everywhere…


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