You dream


With aerial wings you fly

Steady walk on earth

In between a spark of fire

Your eyes reflecting with mirth


Valiantly you proceed,

Deploring lips do stammer

Your face so intrepid

Falters the fate you do not flatter

The destined temptations

O dear, nothing can pin you down


Outspread your arms and embosom

The erosion and bloom of times

Breathe in the mist, the dust and the sky

Be the earth to flourish,

A base for minute to magnify

O you just close your eyes

And dream


You dream

And, the sky will fall

The Stars, the Moon, the Sun

Will bow to your wishful calls

Of a soul so firm and persevering

To catch a glimpse of galaxies

In your eyes it is shimmering


O dear, you just dream

And everything will follow



©Written Frames, 2017


Endeavour against odds…


Heavy hearted though warm I feel
The skies are high, painted in teal
I am weak, a tyro with spirits at peak
Time has come to leave the nest
Steal the sights, fly high my best!

Flap the wings, may the mood swings
Light up-cheer up-be alive!
Wind may oppose ,its my first flight.
Face the thunders, don’t let it rain
Do hold the clouds till energy drains.

My wings are heavy, want a break
Perch of memories, I might fall prey
A moment to live, rest I don’t care
Now I am tired, and I am sane
Soon I will fly my home again.



P.S. How often do we go restless with a purpose to do something out of routine? How frequent do we experience the chasm between what we need to do and what we want to? No matter where we are, what we do , the stigma of incompleteness denies to leave our side.

We try , try hard to do it. To achieve that one thing, that keeps on haunting you with your eyes open to see the world but closed enough to disregard the fact of it being not so apt to make you feel complete, we tend to venture through boundaries in the dreamy pursuit of our purpose.

There is one or other thing which continues to test your audacity and challenges your persistence and leaves you to give an answer to ‘What for?’. A nostalgic memory drags you to look back for one more time with each step you take forward.  The real provocation comes from within. What if my step could be more firm, what possibly the outcome would be.


©Written Frames, 2017

Petals of my memory of you


Beautiful vermilion shades

Flowers of the verdant times

Plucked before it withers away

Into the air, into the dirt

Tramped and crushed,

A yellow pestilence

And a white shroud

That weeps

With a sore pair of eyes


O precious ones, once in a lifetime

Bloom in my hands

Rest in my laps

O dear! an olfactory pleasure

And my sense deluded

The ephemeral existence,

Delectation I seek

With a smile that adorns my lips

-Yes, I am loved


Those flowers, bearers of a heart

Reminder of a lover to his beloved

Taint in its place

It rots in moonlight daze

For the branch that sustains

A life so hopeful of subsistence

Lost in the flood of fate




Memories of him who is gone

Though entwined with my soul

Are preserved like those petals,

Now they ornament my workplace

Of time that weeps

Fate stricken,

A story of two sore pair of eyes

Promised of one future


O yes, I was loved!


©Written Frames, 2017