That thing

Snare it barefaced

Blood of betrayal in swollen veins

Coincidental encroachment

Into the thick myriad of faces

Blink and save the identity of truth


That thing

Chokes on honey slurps

Exhales grotesque fumes that blur

The feigned mirror tutored to reflect lies-

Merry angels furbelowed in red and white


A play-play dullard is enforced awake

Rises through the saline storms of rift

The chasm chiseled for long with pain

Bloated chest deflates, free being victimized

Villainous laugh unchained


That thing

Shimmers with the shame engulfed

Once were the proud eyes to fall in love with

Bowed before the lash of vengeance

Wrinkles of mortified silence crack


Open and exposed


©Written Frames, 2018



This heart is an enclosure

A cage forged of yesterday

The toil survived of today

A breath tinned for tomorrow

And an abandoned corner of sorrow

Of a piece given and lost


This entity is an audience

Walks to and fro

Past the echoes of the past

Unheard of deceptive tragedy

Befell on it deaf and dumb

And now a blindfold cast

Of the plays it play

Bland and oblivious

Of the corner

That darts tenebrous demeanor

Across the evocative loud room

Forbidden to radiate through

Must not touch the healing surface


Yet it stays, formidable to falter

Screams of the shattered

Ignored or perhaps adapted

But never forgotten!


Did you just say you moved on?


Wonder again

The breaths you take

In faraway land

In wait of love to hit again

And you emanate into the same air

Which they inhale



Tide of time fails to wash away the imprints they left

But may fade


©Written Frames, 2017








Trickery of a tipsy lover


Am I haunted?

Your memory is still so fresh like a drop of morning dew swaying in folds of a budding flower.

The more I avoid you, the more I think of you as if I am not myself but a figure of the present who revives the forbidden version of a forsaken identity to take control of my will.

I am haunted by the old me whom I have buried long back in the dirt of past; the fraudulent past when we had seen our not-so-proud-of future together.

‘It is not working for us’ – Is this how relations tend to enter into the state of despair and then end?

Over one single line??

What right do we have to inflict unimaginable and inexplicable damage to the rays of hope that awaits to shine through the possible perforations of the opaque clouds of pessimism? To get over with what we have over a single line is cruel, just cruel.

There standing by the platform amidst of the pouring sky, running trains, piercing wind and clatter of crowd around, I still tend to tarry in the woods of loneliness oscillating between the logic of ‘I love you’ turned to ‘I do not love you anymore’.

Were you as high that night as I am tonight to give up on me just like that?


Am I haunted?
Am I vulnerable?
Yes, I was
But not tonight,
Tonight I am without flaws
No conditions and no clause;
I might ramble
My words will shamble;
Yet out of courtesy
For your pride and relief,
Your wronged sword
Of silence and escape
You are accustomed to sheathe,
I ask you to ignore
what I just blithered
And heedlessly said,
The same way
You ignored me then.

Yes! Ignore me
Definite yes to all
There are no maybes,
Yes! I am free
Cheers! I feel so free!!
Here, Cheers again!!
No pain, have no one to tail
Cheers!! I am happy again;
And there my words
With my eyes, they do not qualify
I made toasts but then I cry
To fake my elation
How long shall I try?
I cry over my irreparable injury,
I am at the verge of losing it
And the foot is slippery
I feel so miserable
For I failed
At my trickery
To feign my love
For the sweet
When all I get to taste
Is savory.

© Written Frames, 2017


You move on . . . . . .


“What happened to you? “
” Nothing”
“Tell me, anything wrong?”
“You have to tell me… what happened?”
“I do not know

I wonder how to help a soul, unaware of her needs.

Something inexplicable over something unprecedented gets into you which affects you unknowingly. Things happen and are accepted at the name of time and continuity. Dynamic and fleeting.

As such times come so it go away but what remains within is silence, confusion and unasked, unanswered questions. We tend to forget as the transient emotion fades away but impressions last forever on the most inner and hidden walls of your integrity.

How can we fathom them all if we are unaware of with what name it to call???

All that is left to do is to put yourself at peace.

Delusional with lies , you pamper yourself believing every lie you told is of course right!

And you move on.



Your presence stings me..


You are lost in your thoughts

Of yesterday of tomorrow,

You are strayed in the places

Of darkness and you cringe

To see a morrow.


Adrift, you lie here

Forgetful of my presence,

You pretend to be beguiled

With a smile I fake

As you miss my every said sentence.


The times you drugged me

Your sip of care and affection,

Addictive to your touch

As you fondled my lips and hair

And your showcase of overprotection.


The nights we stayed up

Your eyes fixed on mine,

Endless talks and giggles I cherish

With a heart pounding inside, I thought

You and I, forever this spark will shine.


Your absence corroded me then

And now a matter of peace

Of familiarity, of belongingness and loved,

I recreate the memories of what you were

For your presence is what stings me now.