Ishq aur Hum – A Useless Recollection

If you have the littlest idea of who I am, and the things which inspire and occupy me, you would know that PC (or Poets' Collective) is quite central to my existence. This 3 year old baby hasn't existed forever in my life, nor, I reckon, will it always be a tangible reality of existence,... Continue Reading →


Featured: “Warriors of Change”

“Warrior of Change” is an initiative to inspire positive change in the minds of people and empower them to start their own journey through powerful stories of real people striving hard to make a difference. An initiative by Nikita Goel, it contains some beautiful narratives which will find resonance with anyone who goes about with... Continue Reading →


My thoughts meander In first person Through geometric patterns Woven with dreamy glow I am the centre of the culvert Which bends towards you And then disappears behind A foliage Of ugliest brown Vintage solitude. I am the incline Of the scale Which refuses to measure Your lengths In my breadths And the hypotenuse of... Continue Reading →

Found and Lost

I left my last poem Curled in the clasp Between my hesitation And your firmness --- ---it was the first time You had held my hand As something you wished to own And ink bled through my pen Into the raging blood stream Which throbbed through All I knew of my existence. *** The poem... Continue Reading →


Let lack of poetry Be your grace sometimes. Let lack of verbosity Be your blessing at times. Let lack of words Be a penance for now. Let lack of beauty Make you glow awhile. Day 2 of the National Poetry Month makes me ponder on why are we all writing so much, day in-day out.... Continue Reading →

Love by Half

When your vanishing act Commences You coerce me into an oblivion. When your tongue turns Mute You strike dead the rebel in my words. When you decide to empty The wine glass You expose my inebriation to reality --- --- A torture of the worst kind. If only we could love by halves You at... Continue Reading →


I We make myths out of the unrealized. II Love untouched Is love curled Into a scared ball Pushed against the wall Of the darkest passages Of your most familiar, Personal dungeon. Love untouched, Is not love undone. III He crept with feline grace Shimmering, into that glass filled With the only true liquid love.... Continue Reading →

Hello, Again!

Some are Springs of Regeneration, where along with Nature, everything stale and stagnant in you finds an effortless way of being weeded out. That period of stagnation holds its own worth, for it allows thoughts to ferment, ideas to crystallise and colours to re-emerge - all of them not necessarily for the better, but definitely... Continue Reading →

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