Broken, yet Unbroken

The door to my heart

Leads into the dark

If you light the corners,

If you make a spark

You will go deeper down

So wait;

Wait until the light shines bright

The seams are loose so hold on tight

And pray.

Pray for the fears to go away

Pray that faith and trust will return some day

And hope;

Hope that love will open the door

That your tears are enough to drown my shore

And I will learn to forgive;

I will learn to forgive and I will shatter the walls

I will open my ears and I will hear your calls

The glass will fall apart

I will try to love you with all my heart.

P.S. I have not posted anything for a long time. I am happy to make a post again. So here I go !


Can You Love Me ?


Can you love me with my ruins?
Can you love me with my scars?
Can you love me when the sky is dark,
when rain clouds hide the stars?

Can you love me if I let you know
that I have been through hell?
If I tell you things I’ve never shared,
can you promise not to tell?

Can you heal my scars and make
me feel like everything is fine?
When things go wrong and I am down,
can you still help me shine?

I need not love, I am complete
Give me a shoulder to cry on
If I promise you we’ll be good friends
Will you my dear, be gone?

Will you not stay to touch my soul
So I can feel your love?
Will you heal my scars and set me free
So I can fly above?

Obstacles in the Path of Love


Have you ever loved someone
and hated him as well?
Blocking painful memories,
forgetting you went through Hell.

Have you ever loved someone
for he loved you the same?
Yet, you knew he hated you
Made you cringe with guilt and shame.

Have you ever loved someone
for he’s as broken as you?
The stories untold, secrets unknown
Though, in togetherness you grew.

Have you ever loved someone
for you wished to heal his scars?
When both of you were worlds apart,
you dreamed to reach the stars.

Have you ever loved someone
and wished he’d love you back?
Just once he’d ask for forgiveness
and help you heal each crack.

Have you ever loved someone
and wished to hold him tight?
Wished you’d share much love and care,
wished things would soon be right.

Have you ever loved someone
for you knew he loved you too?
He cared for you and craved for you
But there was nothing you could do.

Have you ever loved someone
and wished you wouldn’t be so far?
If only he would heal your heart
and every tiny, little scar!



Today, I’ll  tell you a story. No, this is not one of those bed time stories you were told as a kid. This isn’t even a story about my own successes and failures. May be, it isn’t really didactic in its approach. Yet, this is the best story of my life; the best story I’ll ever tell. My little story makes me happy, and I wish to spread this happiness.

One day, I was returning from college. Like any other day, I was walking with my backpack on my shoulders and my cellphone in my hand. I was too exhausted to observe my surroundings. Suddenly, two boys came up to me. The older one, hardly ten. I looked at their ragged t-shirts, their worn out pants, their unwashed faces, and their dishevelled hairs. Nothing about their appearance was particularly remarkable. They were like millions other kids who lived each new day to calculate their monetary requirements, only to be able to afford a quarter of a meal to survive till the next day. Yet, they allured me towards their little selves more than any of my favourite books ever did.

For a moment, I could only stare at the adult-like  expressions on their faces. But when they spoke, they were like any other innocent children, deserving love, care and attention. I wanted to carry the little one in my arms. But no, that was not what they expected of me.

“Please give us money, we will buy our meals”. They wanted a meagre amount, yet I couldn’t decide whether I should give them that. To my astonishment, the older child protested, ” Don’t give him any money. He will only buy addictives”. A little boy, hardly six years old, why will he buy addictives? Who will let him? It was beyond my wildest imagination. For a while they argued, mostly trying to tell me that they don’t buy such stuff any more. Then, they changed their minds and asked for a packet of chips. Well, chips are really unhealthy stuff for kids who need at least one proper meal a day.

I knew the perfect solution. I asked them, “Do you like chocolates?” They nodded joyfully. I held their hands and took them to the nearest store. I bought them two chocolates each. You should have seen the smile on their faces. They yelled in delight, admiring the colourful packets. They were elated at the thought that I had given them two each. “She gave me two, she gave me two”, they murmurmed in between bursts of laughter as they scurried along.

I could feel my eyes moisten. I had never felt this good about myself, not even when my teacher applauded in the presence of all my classmates or, when I got a gift I had never expected. All my life, I have been pampered with some the best chocolates from around the world. And here, I meet two kids who are happy with two little chocolates bars that I’ve had so many times, I never thought of counting them. For a moment, I was so emotional, I didn’t notice the shopkeeper smile at me. But I knew, that was the best experience of my life.

I have never felt so good about myself, ever. I have never been so happy, ever.
And the little incident, has taught me a lesson too big for the world to care for-
A little act of kindness means a lot to others. It creates a beautiful memory in the hearts of those who are neglected and unwanted. They feel loved, they feel special. We only share some of our precious time with them. But for them, probably, it is a moment they will never forget.



She closed her eyes, humming lullabies

Escaping into dreams repressed

by the unpleasantness of quotidian life.

Travelling down the stairs of time,

she paused awhile

Sweet reminiscences;

sweeter than dewdrops on wintry morns.

Yet another scar,

paving its way

striving to bedim the bliss

she craves to hold onto

She believes she can make it through.

A deceptive smile to beguile her heart,

to obliterate the scar

that burns only to wish her death

And yet another time,

It is her smile that captivates

Ensnares the scar,

Outshines the memories sweet

Gleefully, it is the sweetness she holds onto.