To melt away… (poetry)

The evening sunset on the beach...

Words fail to escape me

as I feel  your warm gaze

pierce through my soul

coaxing my heart 

to throb like

it has never before

And just like the

soft  sheet of snow

that  melts under the ardor

of the glistening  morning sun

I too wish  to melt away ,

to  evaporate into the void

and yet be alive

within You….

in all your heart beats………

The pencil sketch artist … (Weekly photo challenge 2 – express yourself )

The expressions of a pencil sketch artist. P.S : he was drawing a portrait of my daughter
The expressions of a pencil sketch artist.
P.S : he was drawing a portrait of my daughter

Just a memory………

A few days ago a college mate of mine (I hadn’t been in touch with him ever since we last met about five years back ) passed away …but it was no accident . He killed himself ….

I was shocked to hear the news , more so because I could not imagine some one as intelligent as him to do something like this to himself . Since I don’t want to reveal his real name , let me refer to him as SG .

SG was a student of English literature . We both were pursuing the B.ed degree (Bachelor of Education ) , and used to be the ones to anchor most shows and other cultural events , that were held in college .

When I first saw SG , I thought (and so did many of my other friends ) he was just an arrogant and haughty young lad , who was a little too proud of his language skills . But it took me only a few interactions with him , to reveal to me that he was none of the above .

SG was a poet and philosopher . He was a reserved person and his closed nature was often mistaken for arrogance . He would just sit and stare into oblivion , or at the vast expanse of the sky , in the midst of a conversation .

Once we even attended an Arts festival representing our college , and both of us won accolades in our respective fields . But in all our conversations , SG never really opened up about his personal life or problems , not once . He did have his share of financial problems but was never really frank about them . I knew it , because he borrowed some money from me once , which he returned without ado .

 I remember there was a time he fell seriously ill , during the course , but returned with a bang !  In fact , a lot of us failed to recognize him when he  returned from the hospital  – in place of his lean , pale self was a much heavier and rosier version of SG  . But cheerful all the same …

But that was him ..his spirited self…Anyone in his place , might have abandoned the course but he did not … He returned and finished it .

Oh , and I didn’t tell you another thing about him . SG had an inter- religious love marriage , much to the distaste of the girl’s parents . But this of course happened much before he joined the B.ed course… So , he wasn’t the kind  to shy away from problems , if he was , he wouldn’t have married his lady love , against such stiff opposition….

 Hence ,when I learnt that  SG had hanged himself to the ceiling of his rented apartment , you can gauge my utter shock at the news . You might even wonder , why I was not in touch with him over these years…

Well , SG wasn’t really a ‘people’ person.. He was a loner , only  in touch  with an odd friend here and there …He was not active on any of the social media sites  either .

He was pursuing M.Phil  in the same college where he was teaching . I just cannot fathom , the depth of the problem that tormented him enough to let go . What worried him so much  that he didn’t even take his wife into confidence ?

Anyway , I have missed the details of five years of his life after the course , which is a big enough time for new problems to have come into his life . But what irks me is the fact that none of his close friends , could guess the workings of his poetic mind …

His death does raise one important questions about our society today . Have we all become so preoccupied with our own lives , that we fail to notice the problems of our next door neighbor or even our close friend ? Has this so called ‘virtual world’ of social media sites  , brought us far from each other than near…? Is our love for  our friends and family getting restricted to likes and comments on his pictures , which may not even be reflecting the reality of his ‘real’ life ?

Or is today’s generation too weak to handle stress? Are we so used to a cushioned lifestyle that even a slight strain in it , leads to to take steps with dire consequences….? Is our educational system to blame somewhere…?

I don’t know…perhaps I too am a victim of this era …

As for SG … I wonder if he had just talked about his problems to someone , just let it pour out , perhaps he would still have been alive …here in this world…and not just in our memories…


Words soft and melodious

 can mend a broken heart

Words crisp yet coarse

can push one to a great  start

Words honeyed and saccharine

 can trap a gentle soul

words maleficent and mean

can distract one from the goal

Words indignant and fiery

can  terrify one into submission

words laced  with  bitter  sarcasm

 can quell one’s motivation

Words  have a might

They are nobody’s toy

For they own  the right

to ‘create’ or ‘destroy’ !


A moment in time…… God’s canvas

What was the last picture you took? Tell us the story behind it.

Alright , so I was out in the garden one fine day.. (remember the nursery rhyme..? ). Well , it was evening time and I saw some birds flying above me , actually it was some crows …

Well , for some odd reason , they were cawing around menacingly and more so when I tried to shoot them ! Now hold your horses  people…I mean ‘shoot’ with a camera 😛 .

Anyway , since the crows were in no mood to pose for me or stop to say a ‘hi’ , I decided to look elsewhere to fulfill my creative hunger or thirst or whatever!

And that’s  when I spotted these  images and narrow silhouettes of some branches , leaves and flowers  , against the background of the evening sky…. , and decided to click away…

And they worked just fine , in fact it looked like they were some sort of sketches on God’s canvas , the sky .. minimal yet striking in their contours …

Hope you will agree with me ….