A generation of misfits is what they call us Love they don't understand, it is all a fuss Tinder, scruff and bumble They wake up on a new bedsheet and a new person's crumble I know how to wait and it makes me miserable How love is contorted and "casual" is stable I screen … Continue reading Hopeless(ly) Romantic
We have come too far From drinking cosmopolitans and hopping bars Your giggles after the not so secret innuendos Watching all our favourite TV shows Teaching economic concepts over Facetime "To the batter add sugar, cherry and lime" Coordinating the longitudes and latitudes To stay up and talk with some fresh attitude The … Continue reading Dear Long Distance Best Friend
Day 1 is pathetic Sorrow, misery and tears There is nothing aesthetic The troubles, the insecurities, and the fears Oh! they are real Don't tell me how you feel. Day 2 reminds me of history Not the world war but the bickerings Holding hands in gallery Turning my stomach upside down, its sickening With … Continue reading A week to clean
Roses will turn blue Violets will turn red The vines of love will thus grow And the needy will be fed Dreams will come alive The dying will survive Hope shall continue to burn The foolish will learn There will be peace And The World will not cease The gods are looking down … Continue reading Lies I tell myself
The rumble and the stumble The glasses flying Cheers mate There was no debate Baby it was, loud his crying Seemed so much like a bar I was born and the information reached to relatives so far The servicing the give and take the losses and the burns the kitchen knives to cut down … Continue reading I was born in a bar, grew up in a restaurant, and died in a library.
I asked him this when he kept running away, The meadows, the fields, the sun and the moon All love us alike Then why can't we be friends? Silly twit you do not get thy rules, When the bell chimes we sit differently Eat differently On different tables To which I replied but the food … Continue reading Why can’t we be friends?
This poem is a written imaginative about my undergraduate study time in India. Even though we do not literally follow the credits system but well anyway my time of studying BBA spun into this poem I trembled with excitement through the narrow lanes and tall buildings of Mumbai, A change from the open fields and … Continue reading Fifteen Credits