The Path Much Travelled

Entered the world kicking away to glory

Trying to fight the unknown with those tiny frail ones


Took a little help to graduate from four to twos

Initially awkward but walking replaced crawling for ever


Squeezed into the squeaky shoes and jumped into puddles

Climbed never ending trees, jumped over countless fences


Stepped into converse and soon began to run

Conquered all the tracks and cross country challenges


Slipped into stilettos and sashayed with pride and confidence

But ran into a shell every time the heart broke


Coloured nails peeked out, tattooed ankle displayed proudly

Balanced well on the pencil heels, after all the extra ‘shots’


Entered into corporate and up the ladder they ran

Ran away from life, ran away from self


Lost track of time but not the way

Tired, they just want to slow down


Finally they meet someone who promise to share the journey

Not in the unseen seven lives but in this one for sure


Journey becomes simpler and complicated

Yet worthwhile all along the way


Soon many tiny ones join them

Struggling through kicking crawling and walking


Guided through the way

Warned about the thorny paths by the experienced


Steps are now slowly taken

Enjoying every memory that was made


Soon the awkward walk revisited, it was time to say goodbye

Looked back at marvelled at the footsteps left behind


They weren’t sure if they trod a forbidden path

But were reassured that it was the most travelled path.






Bittersweet Truth

I’ve heard many guys ask this question so many times, ‘Why do you girls take so much time to get ready? Why do you always keep us waiting?’ Well, I don’t know the answer to that question, but this is what happens behind the scenes. Sorry boys to keep you waiting but I guess you will find it in the end of the poem why we take the liberty to do that again and again and again. 😀

Psstt.. Please take it with a pinch of salt 😉

Waking up from the dreamy nap

Eyes tightly shut and a tiny smile intact

She stretches her hands wide

Gazes out of the window

Procrastinates leaving the bed

Cuddles and plays with her beloved puppy

Finally decides to quit delaying

Dramatically she puts one foot down

And then the next

Tippy-toed till the stereo

Selects her favourite song

Confused she re-considers her choice

And shuffles the playlist

Once, twice and many times more

As the beats fill up the room

She can’t help but dancing

Like a child, she’s ecstatic

Jumping to the songs’ tunes

And singing out of chord

Stepping on the cold tiles, she turns the tap on

The stomach grumbles and rampage begins

Shelves are searched, fridge is ransacked

Munching away happily, she gets lost in thoughts

The noise of overflowing water on cold tiles

Snaps her back out of the fantasies  

And thus begins the session of beauty bath

She manages to cram up everything

In that hour of bliss

Dreams about her future,

Wonders about the evening ahead

Mulls over the past

Until she realises it’s getting late

Avoiding the calls that need attention

She attacks the over-flowing wardrobe

Peels out layers of clothes

She dresses and undresses

The wardrobe’s level lowers

And that of bed increases

Finally she’s happy with the assemblage

Struts towards the footwear collection

Only to realise in horror that

Nothing, in the room full of shoes, matches

The process starts again

She undresses and dresses

The wardrobe’s level lowers

And that of bed increases

Eventually clothes and shoes match

Smile widens, eyes sparkle

Need for caffeine triggers

Back in the kitchen, fiddles with the coffee machine

A peppy song comes up

Again the prancing begins,

Coffee in one hand and stereo remote in other

She dances balancing the hot one

And continually switches songs

Till a call from him breaks the flow

He’s about to reach in a few minutes

Panic strikes, coffee spills, curses emit

The hair styling starts

Hair misbehaves, she tries to tame it

Third time lucky, the crowning glory

Decides to stay as directed

The kohl define her eyes

The shadow adds colour to them

He’s already there, waiting

She sweeps the gloss

From the depths of her bag

And adds a tinge of shine on the lips

The cell keeps on ringing

Avoiding it conveniently

She dabs perfume out of the fancy bottle

Picks out a colour she likes

And paints her nails with it

Standing and posing she scrutinises herself

When the cell rings the fifth time

Snatches her clutch and keys

Just to listen to the opinion, once again,

Of her faithful and truthful mirror

She turns back and stands in front of it

Happy with the mirror’s answers

She smiles

Blows a kiss to the pup

She races down the stairs

Smiles to herself when she sees him

Pacing, irritated, outside his car

She knew he was rehearsing his dialogues

To ‘scold’ her to keep him waiting

Mischief twinkling in her eyes

She went behind him

And softly said, ‘Sorry to keep you waiting’

Angrily he turned around

One look at her and words failed him

All that came to his lips was a smile

Brushing aside a stray hair off her eyes

He just managed to say, ‘It was worth it’

She smiled a mischievous smile

And knew just like that, 

That getting late would never be a problem ever again

Unspoken Words

When I first saw you

I just wanted to say ‘Hi’

When we started talking

I just wanted to say, ‘I don’t wanna say bye’

When we started hanging out

I just wanted to say, ‘I really like you’

When I realised that nothing could work out

I just wanted to say, ’Let’s just be great friends’

When we were great friends

I just wanted to say, ‘I love you’

When we were together

I just wanted to say, ‘I miss you’

When we were apart

I just wanted to say, ‘Come back soon’

When we were wading through rough times

 I just wanted to say, ‘Baby I’m always besides you’

When we smiled all day long

I just wanted to say, ‘This is heaven’

Now that you aren’t there in my life

I just want to say, ‘Wish you were around’

If you ever come in front of me ever again

I would just want to say………………………

That feeling

Some random lines I wrote. It’s not a poem or anything. Ever felt that feeling when you are extremely low or sad or anxious without actually knowing the reason for it. It’s so irritating and frustrating right! One day I was feeling the same and just put pen to paper that time and wrote whatever came to my mind that time. Bet you been through it too! ( editing has been done here, so it’s very raw and random! )

Fiddling, tapping, meddling

Mind’s blank or stuffed with infinite things

Eyes closed, head gently hitting the wall

Walking round in circles, aimlessly

Music blasting and echoing everywhere

In the house, ears and mind

Nothing makes sense, what is happening

Curbing the urge to smoke or kill someone

Flicking through novels, typing random words

Trying to connect the feelings, the music and words together

Lame attempts at decoding the cruel games

Played by the life, heart, mind or people

Shuffling the playlist to find the perfect song

That describes how I feel

Biting the lips, chipping nail paint not calming

Comfort food or a hug is needed

Playing the reel of good memories

No, they don’t help either

Stringing together words should help

But what if they are as random as these

A run, a pet or just a good conversation

A good read or that one text

Something, anything, come cheer me up

Help me name what I’m feeling

No, this isn’t insanity

I’m just restless.