Hope is a flower


The calendar comes a full circle
Oh how, the months by us, went
As the blood gushes through the ventricles
Some in idledom, while others, well spent

As we list out the years highlights
Of the hard work , toil and moil
We celebrate on the joys and triumph 
and must ignore the rusted, rickety and unoiled

So if the calendar sheets are through
Does that mean this offers nothing new?
How does it matter, a day or a month
When you spearhead a plan, with strength

While we defy and fight for our rights
To our flaws and shortcomings, we submit
Despite what the ego instructs
We must rectify and overcome it

So here’s to the closure of the bad olds
And the starts of many good news
Through the manure of the bygone dead mistakes
A successful, positive hope of a flower, renews


This week’s 3ww entry.


Haunting memories

For this week’s 3WW

Crawled into a tight space
Yearning to be free
The smell, the touch,the face
The memories, wont let me be

The bitter parting of ways
The stumble to recurperation
The days of pain filled daze
Emotions, retrograding retrovision

While in the bitter adult reality
Manipulative malice reigns supreme
The heart, in desperate longing
craves for what had once, been

Emotional rollercoaster

Dear mind, haven’t you messed up enough?

Haven’t you magnified every moment of depression?

Sometimes you subdue our rationale

Sometimes, you cook up an elaborate fun fair


When one’s done being the sharpest sword on display

Let us for once, enjoy this funny play

While we tire of guarding our fortress

From our sanity, we digress


As funny as this voluntary insanity seems

It is very much engrossing

If left unguarded, will suck us all in

To a bottomless whirlpool of psychosis


Don’t we all wish that emotions

Was just a way of entertainment?

A sad/happy/fight filled movie

A few hours, well spent?


If only this heart of ours, would

Just relax, unhinge and unwind

If only this naïveté would die

While complete numbness, is what we strive


If only we knew if the other is earnest

Or just looking to use you for their tempest

If only those moments of connection

Was just a co-incidence, sans association?


If only, one moves their piece

Will this game of ours go somewhere?

If not, these moments will fade

And will resume our boredom and despair?


Is the ego our general or our Trojan horse?

Is it keeping us fortified?

Are the emotions our building blocks?

Or kamikazes, causing inner suicide?


While this fuzzy heart yearns for a wild gesture

A sign of sorts, may be a fixture

When all one gets, is giant leaps followed by silence

It’s time to step off the emotional roller coaster


This was for this week’s 3WW