Rain and coffee

Alexithymia is the inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. That is my state now. I cannot describe how the continuous pitter-patter of the rain outside is making me feel. It reminds me of something. Something ancient. Something from long long ago. Something from my childhood. Not that long really, fifteen years maybe. It … Continue reading Rain and coffee


Waiting Is what I hate the most It isn't easy To count the minutes The seconds . It is harder though To type With a hurt finger. Ladiesfinger. I sliced the vegetable And my finger. Never Be in a hurry When you have a knife In one hand And your finger On the chopping board. … Continue reading Ladiesfinger

A rhyme or two

On cookery shows:   Burgers and pizza Steak and meat Endless amounts of oil they eat. I drool at them Stuck to my seat And then go back To my rice and wheat.

New tidings

It has been a week since I set up a new home in a new city. Surprisingly the week was a good one. I had been apprehensive before I moved, about whether I will be able to take up the new responsibility and what if I will feel homesick. But I worried for no reason. … Continue reading New tidings


This poem was written because my sister felt that I never write anything 'happy-happy'. She said that all my thoughts are twisted and dark. In order to prove to her that I can write something which is happy she gave me three words:¬†Flowers, ice cream, honey. And I was to write a poem using these … Continue reading Ice-cream