Just another writer's block


untitled still(poem)

The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn.  ~David Russell



life has always showed me forks

only forks and nothing more

i come to a point of distant cheer

lest i chance on something dear


they bring me down,they make me low

a decision to be made long ago

it sits in front of me so still

hands me down a path that goes uphill


or should i go the other way

then it all seems normal,it all seems sane

i wouldn’t have a worrying thread

but the thorns come up on my made-up bed


seems either way i have a fight

to be brought to the surface,back to light

and no matter what i seem to choose

i will always be having something to lose


so before i come on that haltering path

that seems to be making my steps fall back

i stay down low,i watch from below

where the colors change with the sunny glow


vivid colors from green to blue

i witness something amazing,something new

and the only sound that resounds around

is the water,and its silence unbound


i lay down here fascinated for sure

but then i crave for something more

i wish i could bring u down here

to show u how perfect the world appears


but then i think u’ll never understand

i,perhaps,come from a faraway land

realize that i can’t stay here anymore

but i don’t want to return to my decisions ashore


releasing a sigh tempered with  pain

i wade up high when u call my name

i know i’ll decide something for me

but for now,lemme go back under the sea.


a pebble dropped…(photograph)

playing with stones at the Pangong lake-Leh

rainy day’s aftereffect (photograph)

my college on a rainy day

my inheritance and loss…

“Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore,so do our minutes,hasten to their end”~William Shakespeare




the loss that lingered over faith unbound

the treacherous waves with their ungodly sound

the sight compelled me not to look away

until it took away all i had found


all faults are entirely my own

all opportunities have come and gone

in my hand lays the sand

of the beach that i unknowingly found


they warned,they screamed and they yelled

to try to break that venomous spell

that dragged me uncontrollably to the hell

that admittedly, i myself found


but i got dragged even more

even though i think i wasn’t sure

i could still hardly ignore

the things that lay on that ground


shiny little things

tiny little things

precious little blings

followed me around


all sweet collecetions of mine

that i had riskily won over the time

bloody them things are stuck to my mind

how else could i find my crown?


they walked away resolved with fear

my friends who had been so dear

they had had enough and couldn’t bear

the treasure that i’d painfully found


for they knew of my doomed fate

the thing that i loved i’d come to hate

i’d knowingly opened up that gate

that would eventually bring me down


i tried with all my might and more

but damn,i had no luck for sure

the mighty waves that feasted on shores

came here,scenting my ground


and splashed all over my blings

and gulped down my shiny things

and though i still tried to cling

they washed away my mighty crown


now i’m standing on my own

hoarse from the yelling,all forlorn

hoping,still,that i would find

those precious things that i had found


the waves are falling slowly back

their eyes twinkling and laughing mad

and i know i can never go back

so i get lost in the empty sound…



the road not taken-robert frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step
had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

on a tree fallen across the road-robert frost

The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
Throws down in front of us is not to bar
Our passage to our journey’s end for good,
But just to ask us who we think we are

Insisting always on our own way so.
She likes to halt us in our runner tracks,
And make us get down in a foot of snow
Debating what to do without an ax.

And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:
We will not be put off the final goal
We have it hidden in us to attain,
Not though we have to seize earth by the pole

And, tired of aimless circling in one place,
Steer straight off after something into space.

acquainted with the night-robert frost