Pink flowers rise from the ground
The petals bend to the earth
Nature is in its balance.




Me and my storm.


I stand on a slippery rock
while huge waves roar beside me,
foaming white and grey.

I quite not remember how I arrived but,
The hard blue sea is the only horizon I see
for my eyes don’t reach lands, or any humanity

This sea is powerful,
but I wonder whether it ever exhausts
of being in a constant storm and conflict

I am tired, of watching this sea every day.
I calm one wave, a thousand more erupt

And then I send a bottled message,
“Please help me.”
desperately crawling around the small rock,
bearing the wild sea, waiting for the aid

Perhaps it is a mirage
but the rock I am stranded on,
becomes smaller,
and the sea ever more monstrous

It is beyond my control, this havoc
I am tiny to this mighty phenomenon
There is nothing I can do
except wait for the rage to calm itself

The only thing I dread that
I may have finally accepted that,
this is where I belong.

Me and my storm.


Faraway place.

I enjoy envisioning myself
unchained by fear
happy, serene
in a faraway place from
this dirty rotten place
I have to call home
I feel like I am sinking
in a vast tub of water
trying to listen
trying to catch a signal
like a sailor awaiting his destiny
I don’t know what time it is
all I know is that
I woke up too late.




I imagined myself as a solid vase,
having a set of true colours,
and the strength to contain
the secrets of the world.

But I am still a piece of clay,
gyrating in the hands of people
disguised as potters.

Each running a hand,
skilled or unskilled,
giving me a shape,
and a direction to incline.

Fingers are those which make me,
and break me.
Some pointing at me,
and some pointing away from me.

Unaware of my outcome,
and frightened by the potters,
I do as they say.

“Of course I cannot sculpt myself,
it’s foolish and daring.
I will rotate until
they are tired of playing.”

I contemplate.
I feel the joy of admiration,
and nightmares of crashing.

Can I be a vase?
Or is being a vase
the potter’s false dream?




Wide Awake.

Ever felt the moment,
when your pseudo self dies,
and your conscience awakens.
When your minds opens wide,
collecting the present reality.

Forget the scheduled meeting,
forget the fight, the race,
forget the crippling inferiority,
and watch the world pass by.

You are a living being.
Savouring the grooving branches,
the bright stonepath,
the breeze teasing your hair,
whispering praises in your ears.

Nature indeed loves you.
She vowed to protect you
and nurture you to your best.

But her kids are now spoiled
with all that affection
they are greedy men and women
who can kill her for themselves.

One fine day,
just as the one you’re walking upon,
she would swallow us in her,
buried in her carcass.

And you realize,
there is much more than desires,
market and capitalism,
public image and rumors.

There is us, and nature,
the simple natural beings
who have a mission to breed earth
with love and positivity.

And here you are at last.
Mother was waiting for you
to get over the hangover.
You’re wide awake.






Won The Liebster Award!


Every award is of significance to me because I feel appreciated for my writings and poetry and the hard work I put in my blog. I thank the beautiful writer and blogger L.E Hunt of The Palace for nominating me. Her work is phenomenal.

So, as per the rules, I answer the questions given by her.

What’s an interesting place you’ve been?
Well, lately I have been exploring my city, New Delhi because I felt the need to discover my own city before travelling the world. I visited a lot of monuments which have been a part of the cultural heritage since the Mughal Era and monuments dating back to thousands of years. I visited Lal Quila, which was constructed in 1639, and has been a part of Emperor Shah Jehan’s reign, to the centre of the declaration of freedom from the colonizing British. It was fascinating to see its domes with mysterious Mughal carvings and enormous gates guarding the monument which was once a palace and the home of one whole civilization. That place was something more than interesting. It was magnificent.

Strange childhood obsession?
This question cracked me up. I have always loved listening to music, but I never knew the lyrics to songs or their names. So back when I was in second grade, we didn’t have Shazam obviously, and I used to keep my radio on until that song arrived again. I stopped doing everything, hush everyone up and enjoyed that song. It was the moment of Nirvana for me. I was, and am still obsessed with finding out new music to listen to, whether it’s malls or restaurants.

Favourite book genre?
I am soft-hearted, yet my guilty pleasure is Thriller. Beyond suspense and scare is the real picture awaiting in the last pages of the book, sometimes yes and sometimes it remains an incomplete mystery for me to think all day.

If given the change to be immortal, would you take it?
My answer is yes, but I would use my immortality with caution and develop the wisdom I seek with knowledge.

Can you whistle?
I can’t actually. It sounds like wheezing wind.

Was there ever a time when you preferred a movie to a book?
Spoiler alert, I have never in life watched a movie based on a book and read the book at the same time. So I never got the opportunity to compare it.

Do you have any pets?
We used to. A dog, and then a canary.

If you had another ability, what would it be?
I think that every human has the potential to develop that ability, so why wish for it?

What place do you want to live the most (real or fictional)?
I am nostalgic of my childhood life in Italy, so there I want to go back.

Favorite Disney movie?
Many, many. I’ll list five instead. Aladdin, Wall-E, Tarzan, Mary Poppins, Lilo and Stitch. Disney has a special place in my heart. Every heartwarming movie of Disney makes me cry, literally.

What is the best thing ever, in your opinion?
Education. Because having knowledge is different from being educated. It can take you places. It can make the world a better place.

Here are my questions. Caution: May be a little heavy on the mind.

  1. What is your greatest strength and greatest weakness at the same time?
  2. What or who inspires you to write?
  3. Are you concerned about the dying Earth?
  4. What do you think is the best way to resolve an issue? (anything under the sun)
  5. Do you keep biased thoughts in mind while appearing diplomatic?
  6. What is your idea of serenity and peacefulness?
  7. Do you enjoy your solitary self?
  8. Are you openly weird or secretly weird?
  9. Do you loathe perfectionists? Or are you a perfectionist yourself?
  10. Are you superstitious?
  11. Have you ever felt that the world is conspired?

And the amazing people that I nominate are:

Alexia Tales

Soliloquies, Sighs

You Should Hear


Annika Perry


The Thought Machine

Spirit Sage

However, it is seven of them for now.
Congratulations, and thanks to all for being a part of my blogging life.

A woman.

“We All Fall Down” by Aykut Aydogdu


Her beauty lies within the petals,
Of her nasty talks,
Her constant nagging,
And her unaccountability for things.

Her beauty lies in
her diligent persistence,
her sincere affection
her calloused hands,
and her war with herself.

She smells like soap and scent
She smells like hardwork,
she tastes like lipstick
glazed with yeasted sweat.

Her swollen joints are painless,
her womb is numb.
Her bosom is a mere show,
to which her vulnerability succumb.

The baggage under her eyes
is heavier than her burden,
and deeper than
an ocean of sorrows.

Delve deep into them,
and you can swim inside
her vast mind, and her
endless presumptions.

She can never be a equal to man.
For man cannot compete
with this bizarre creature.
He will be left behind.
She is a senseless hag
for finding joy in sacrifices.

She is a woman.





Crack me open,
like a piggy bank,
or an easter egg
like an excited child.

Crack me open,
and gold will pour
out of my soul.

Find the treasure buried,
right beneath the rubble,
of a war once happened
inside my head.

Shining, glistening,
shimmering in the mind,
in the form of sweet words
and good deeds.

And once you find it,
we’ll share it in half
because I helped you find it.
My treasure.




How to make your life happening, without facebook.

Humans are social animals. We survive on food, and gossip. No wonder social media business is thriving on the success and increase in the number of subscribers each minute. But in this busy life, let our work suspend for a moment and simplify our lives. Our generation is the first one to have the commodity of internet. The introduction to the world wide web has made humans adapted to multitasking, and tending to forget their primary priorities. Connecting with people has become extremely facile and human relationships have become hollow.

Our brain is designed to perceive a certain amount of  information about people and things. Adapting to the scientifically advanced lifestyle takes a considerable amount of time and in the last 20 years the world has become unrecognizable. The invention of the first personal computer by Ed Roberts in 1975 foresaw a massive transformation in the lifestyle of the upcoming generation, which tablets and smartphones in the availability and affordability of the common man. Then arrives Facebook in 2004, which changes the game of social media. As of the first quarter of 2017, Facebook had 1.94 billion monthly active users. In the third quarter of 2012, the number of active Facebook users had surpassed 1 billion, making it the first social network ever to do so. Active users are those which have logged in to Facebook during the last 30 days. We all are a part of it.

I have an interesting activity in store for you. Log out from all social media websites one day and make a goal of not using any of it for exactly one week. One hour later you would start experiencing withdrawal symptoms. You would realize yourself logging into your social media account. Your muscle memory is cemented and you would crave to see what is happening in the interesting lives of your friends. I experienced the same in the first hours of my decision of not using any social media.

In a study by researchers at the University of Winchester, Canada, ten self-confessed Facebook “addicts” and ten prolific tweeters were asked to stop using their accounts for four weeks. Many quickly became isolated from friends and family and reported feeling “cut off from the world”. Excessive usage also causes affects the ability to keep schedules and the lack of sense of time. A severe addict would have anxiety, disturbances in sleep, blurred or strained vision and headaches within a week of being barred from social media usage.

Illustrator: John Holocroft

Why is this happening? Why are we are becoming detached to sentiments and impatient to communicate? In communication, we desire favorable comments that appreciate our false sense of superiority and the measurement of our satisfaction comes from the number of ‘likes’ we get. It is a maze in which we consciously enter and want to remain for ever. Many refuse to come in face with the reality of their lives, and continue to polish their virtual personality rather than their real personality.

Post detachment, maintaining a healthy lifestyle is crucial. Boredom is a spin-off of procrastination and you can eliminate it by doing something else with your mind at the very moment that boredom strikes. I favor jounalling as it helps keep up with pending work and jotting down ideas. It is the key to an organized schedule. Spend quality time with your loved ones. Visit new places. Start a hobby, like baking or dancing. Go swimming or hiking. Donate clothes. Cultivate a green thumb. Volunteer. Meditate. Study. You would find an endless list of activities that would keep you eternally happy without the need to post it on Facebook. In my personal experience, I am less worried and anxious about my last updates on the social media. I input myself with limited and wanted information. It has made my life less complicated.

Sukanya Dev


Before I surrender myself to the momentary death,
in the form of sleep,
I count all the sins that I have done
in the lifetime of dawn and dusk.

And the treasures I collected,
to be savoured in the reincarnation
of the next dawn

Empty stomach and an empty morning,
My first wheezing cough marks my awakening.
Cold winds rustling the sheets lying around
remind of my idleness.

Wasn’t yesterday yesterday?
And will today also age to yesterday?

My heart is barren and light,
And the dead silence is melodious.
I stare into the dim lighted walls and shelves,
and I savour the beauty of the moment,
until it becomes unbearable.

I rise,
unwrapping myself
from the cocoon of sheets,
unaware of what my body is screaming for.

Rest, I need rest
from the invasive sorrow.
Introspection rather than inspection
is what a human should seek.

Videogames exist in reality.
But you have to pay heavy to get a new life,
And erase the memories by deep slumber
of starry skies and cherished smiles.