Withering breaths 

The mist of gloominess never leaves my skin,

The dull shades of gray discolor my dream. 

The dark clouds never stop bleeding upon me,

The track is empty with no tree or cave to shelter me. 

I stagger with an sprained ankle and blistered feet,

I sob and pray for some clean warm sheets. 

I have been dirty and starving since a long time now,

Not a face known halting to cover my naked soul. 

I keep walking and converse with my leftover withering conscience,

Trying to reserve my sanity lost in the land of torture and screams. 

I hear voices whispering the prohecy of my death,

Laughing at my rotting skin and pushing me off my brain. 

I see figures running across and staring at my shaken pride,

Watching me from behind and tricking the tide against my side. 

I am scared and lonely and on the edge of spilling over,

I have no hope left in me for years have passed walking the same old path… 

The same clouds bleeding upon my wrecked existence,

The same grimy mist clenching my despaired skin. 

My feet no more capable of another inch of move,

My soul trapped inside a putrescent groove. 

Love me 

​Feed my soul the words I crave for…

Love me oh dear one,

Love me true. 

Let your touch be sane,

And not a fruit of lust and haste.

Let your presence be a part of me…

Indulge in me,

And make me believe in you. 


I wanted to go chasing clouds

Finding comfort in its variability.

But I had dirty clever hands blessing my sanity,

Hands I believed to be God’s own…

Blessing fused with planned lies. 

When I sang of my dream,

They applauded and believed in me. 

They handed me a net 

And said they did let me go free. 

Drenched with failure 

With the net I returned. 

I sobbed in the dark 

And they smirked and laughed. 

Why did I believe?

Why did I not doubt the crooked smile?

Fools like me lie in the dark 

And die with dreams unseen. 


While I hoped you would come bracing my soul,

You let my love crash into the hollowed shore.

Yet again I surged to touch your skin

Remisnising the love we once happened to share. 

But sadly, 

You hurried away from the shore

And yet again I crashed 

With my heart twisted and torn. 

Ode to the Vizag Trip and Us. 

Composition of music unplugged 

Stacks of liquor, cigarettes, and stash. 

Late night whispers and laugher unbridled,

Stealing pleasures at times of deprival. 

Unending sessions of uno

And knocking doors shouting Hello,

Dancing along the waves of the Bay 

Cameras everywhere capturing good days.

Gossips of the universe, 

Stoned and alcoholic laughter,

Lost sirens, hide and seek,

Plastics discarded,

Inner fillings revealed. 

Shopping bags exceeding luggage,

Perks of travelling the land of dreams.

A group of best friends 

Chasing the fireflies of love

Finding the sercets

Levelling respect and forming new identities.

Crawling through the cave of the dark unholy, 

We found light in the darkest hours of night…

Sand castles built strong enough to survive,

Promises sworn for the maintenance of the created vibe.