scribbles and poems

I have written this a couple months back. It was cumulative for a period of time. I had a wild imagination. It was inspired by movies, people around me, boring, dead invigilation halls. So enjoy!


Broken Promises
I am going through the same road tonight
But this time around, it was with you
It’s raining
Everything is gloomy, blurry
My thoughts were of us
How quiet our journey home has been
There weren’t enough laughter or exchanging of meaningful words
Both of us were glued to our own private thoughts
Subconsciously we are closing our eyes to each other
When we realized that,
We immediately focus our attention to the first thing that catches our eyes.
Then an insignificant comment will follow suit
Just to kill the awkward silence I guess

It’s different when I was going through the same dark road with him
It was still blurry and dark
But full of plethora of emotions
We were connected in literally everything
Engaging dialogues
The intensity
Urgency
The touch, kisses
The plea
The broken promises
The Heartbreak
All were engaging, mesmerizing and intoxicating
All were real
Forcing me to participate
Except that
He is not you.














I had to invigilate the morning after the manic Sunday. I was tired, didn’t get enough sleep. To combat sleepiness I penned down some words in the process. Inspired by Robert Loveman’s poem, which has the same title. It’s one of my favorite and I guess I was hoping that it’ll rain daffodils and roses as depicted in “The rain Song” poem by Robert Loveman. Unfortunately it was far from roses and daffodils that night. So here goes.


It’s not raining rain

It’s not raining rain for me
It’s raining of glass hearts
Falling and shattering into a million sparkly pieces
Hurting the eyes that witness it

It’s not raining rain for me
It’s raining of suppressed tears and emotions
Every drop has its piece of the story to tell

It’s not raining rain for me
It’s raining of fury
All hitting the earth with a vengeance of rage
Pounding and hurting the ground

It’s not raining rain for me
It’s raining of profound sadness
Dispersing around the atmosphere
Heartrending the gloominess all over the horizon

It’s not raining rain for me
It’s raining of unanswered questions
Each drops filled with questions demanding for answers
Deafening to the ears

It’s not raining rain for me
It’s the downpour of my heart!










After yet another uneventful invigilation and I scribbled the poem below in the process of the 3-hour invigilation period. I haven’t coined a title for this yet but I think I am going to let be untitled.



In a room full of people
You and I are like two strangers
That had never crossed each other’s path
There’s this unexplained void between us

In a room full of people
We can just be another man and woman
Who were brought together by chance
Not planned.

Who’d thought that we’ve been lovers?
Who’d thought that you’ve touched every inch of my skin?
Who’s thought that I had explored every nooks and crannies of your body and mind?
Who’s thought that we had been so close as to finish each other’s sentence?
Who’d thought that I could read your mind most of the times and vice versa
Who’d thought of us together?