Dare to dream

It takes nothing to dream.

It takes everything to hold on to it.

In the deepest depths of sleep you see what you want to be and it takes your whole strength to remember what it is that you want to be.

It's so easy to simply forget. To leave behind that one wish.

It is too easy to simply let go of that dream, of that hope.

Yet when you shed tears that you lost your way, this dream of yours arises to mind.

The sun arising from the darkest of nights.

The dreams that you see when eyes are awake, they show you what you yearn.

The ache reminds you-you have a reason to live.

This dream, this longing is what keeps you going. 

So i constantly ask myself : Do you dare to dream?

Whispered Dreams

The streets keep gleaming,

I can feel the ghosts cheering

The sounds that can be heard,

Echo in the ear

Dripping, dropping, swishing, slashing

Life keeps still as calm

Thrum of strings

Be faintly heard, and

Disappear into the night

Hopes belong to loves lost long

Breaths of life fill the air

As minds open; Souls unwrap

The sweetest dreams unsung

The winds blow and shadows flow,

Warmth is held within yourself

See, beauties of night

My joy cannot be held

In a faint smile, a lovely beat

Eyes go past the glass as

Fires up a wish-a hopeful one

Make it true, make it true

I lock in my heart-a hope intact,

And close my eyes to dream

Dreams I dream so colourful,
That whispers through the night

Monsoon Memories: A note

The rain brings out the poet in any one of us.
The dripping sounds, the quiet and muffled whispers, the damp moods.
The raindrops flow gently, creating streams, so much like silent tears.


Not this time.


The wind flew fiercely. The rain splattered all over. The thunder left the world shaking in silence.
Perhaps in fear, maybe respect.


I still remember the day, as clear as yesterday.
The poem I wrote so many years ago still makes me remember.


I have always heard about how words impact one's heart.
Today, I realized that.
I read these words, and still remember the frightful thunder, the blinding flashes of light, and the howls of the wind.
Yet what I remember the most is not the Storm itself.
It was the silence that followed. The world became so still... So very still.
In that stillness I relived the words that I had jotted.
I closed the book, kept it away.
In the morning, it was taken away.
It lay, forgotten, with the numerous books I kept.


Today, I take it out with the same pride I had when I removed the dusty first edition of a well-read, well-loved book from my shelf simply to rub my hand over the beautiful lettering on the cover.

Forward & Beyond

Sometimes it takes immense courage to take the next step. The courage for it stems from inspiration sometimes and desperation the other times. What made me go forward, I cannot possibly explain. The dreams and hopes that one holds close to the heart bring out the strength to move on. Even in the darkest of times it is those simple and silly thoughts that keep us together. The fine threads of life are strong enough for any outside stress but the one shudder that your heart feels out of fear, loneliness or sadness can snap that thread with ease.

I can only hope, wish and dream so that I may find the path that I would rather choose. It is not what others think that we may take or we ourselves think we would take. The journey embarked is borne of not our needs but our dreams.

We must always, always rely on that hidden hope to propel us.

That what we dream of, wish about is what makes us reach Forward and Beyond...

About "The Way Home"

Here is one of those poems written in darkness.

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I still remember that night.

I could see the world passing before me, and I wanted to stay away from it all.
If I tried to reach out my hand into that realm, it would disappear. That was how it felt.
It was not the rain that captured me, but the wind.

It was sweeping me away so heavily, I wondered if I would simply fly away.
The thought summoned those words that I had heard long before.

I believed them.

I believed that my wings were strong enough to cross the ocean with.

And so, I found my way home.