Rhymes and Poetry

Love – It’s What You Claim You Deserve

Happy Valentine’s day to y’all! Although, the day has ended on my side of the planet, nonetheless.

So, this week’s Weekly Writing Challenge: My Funny Valentine? gave me an idea. (Well, what can I say, I love challenges and love twisting them in my own way!)

Considering how this day is such a big deal for everyone, for the obvious reasons to the ones who have a valentine, and a day to find one for some of us who don’t, I decided to explore the natural tendency of the human race to find love.

Do we actually deserve the love we claim we deserve?

Just give it a read…

You claim it’s what you seek,

a love beyond your greatest belief,

yet you hide in your deepest corners,

the dark shadows of your grief.

You think another glass could

hide the cracks of your past,

but don’t you know,

this illusion won’t forever last?

You weigh love with,

whatever pleases your jaundiced eye.

But what if, that look,

is just an illuding, beautiful lie?

You seek the loving company,

yet your heart secretly desires solitude,

for it can’t bear being trodden upon

by the clash of egos and attitude.

You say that you deserve love,

yet hate is all you’ve spread,

and so high is the mountain

of carcasses of relationships dead.

You say you seek the light,

but say, how’ll it thrive,

when the darkness that you hide beneath,

won’t let it survive?

If you seek love, then do it for all the right reasons..and if or when you do find it, maybe it’s a good idea to not let the issues, trust, commitment or other, to burn out what they say, the most beautiful feeling in the world.

Till then, it’s better to stay single!


An Innocent Affair

A flashback of the good ol’ school days..


So, another challenge caught my eye, Weekly Writing Challenge: Lunch Posts, and I instantly remembered my school days, so thought of writing a poem, which was intended to be a short one, but that’s what happens with me sometimes..


it’s weird that i’d remember, you know,

for i didn’t care much for you back then.

it was a time unvalued,

gosh! how long it’s been since then.

as the chalky white words were written

via the canvas of the board on our books,

we’d find a chance to open

a secret away from the teacher’s looks.

bite by bite as it all vanished

into a well, mysteriously deep,

trying our best to mask the smell

so the secret remained ours to keep.

covering the potholes of secret,

we looked on with naive eyes

masking the chewing as a habit of hands,

we tried to sell our harmless lies.

no, we weren’t obese or severely starved,

just 12 o’clock lunch was ages away

back-benchers, with bags covering the view

grabbing every opportunity to feed our stomachs away.

hardly we were ever caught,

you know, we were a clever lot,

the best ones in the school prolly,

the stomach’s pain feeding our folly.


strange, how we were forever hungry,

and gobbled everything that our mothers gave,

along with a special canteen recess, later,

with the pocket money that we’d always save,

for now the lunch boxes

are brought home, as they were,

no longer a stash of secrets,

to be eaten at the 9th hour.

it is a memory, of the days,

when sat all the girlfriends,

gobbling from the other’s lair,

to carry on the innocent affair.

Lots of love..

xoxo 🙂

My encounter with a stranger

So this short poem, written by me, is inspired by the challenge recently given by Daily Prompt Challenge, Daily Prompt: The Luckiest People, and here it goes..

dashing out of the house,

making up for the stolen time somehow.

curses firing coz of that one second,

which i’m repenting now.

buses late as they ever were,

bent on taking some revenge of the long-lost.

people, waiting, their feet tapping,

like some restless no-face ghost.

yet, somehow, i saw you,

face covered in lines,

though you looked okay,

but through your eyes, the worry shines.

lips quivering, sweat drops on your forehead,

as you brought your coat closer,

an unknown inner battle goes on silently,

even its thought makes me quiver.

a shifty look in your eyes,

as the battle wages on,

the fight between good and bad,

that the experiences had brought on.

elbows woke me from my stupor,

as the tires screeched to a halt.

as, in front of me, the bus moved on, i looked out,

the window telling the tale of an inner assault.

and that day my mind wouldnt stay with me,

wandering off to that turmoil of yours,

your handsomely troubled face,

and the lines that made your face scarce.

Loads of love.