For the Hindsight of Love

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For the Hindsight of Love

I had a huge crush on this girl,

I still have.

She lived far away from me.

Not that chatty or a typical girl.

Has a background so normal

Not so perfect, not so lame!

She liked the sports

Especially, running, trekking

And, sometimes, photography for a change.

She tries, fails, likes a boy,

Thinks, over-thinks, looks for a joy;

Could we get any more info on her?

Well, she is not exactly private kind of person,

But often, sips her coffee in private.

Okay, you caught me;

She, sometimes, is lazy in following rules and regulation.

So modest to acknowledge

That she knows enough about her field.

But she is trying to indulge in the conversation,

Makes a way to a stranger like me

To, maybe, get into her heart.

No, she is not that difficult to talk to

It was the circumstances which were difficult.

And then

Going through the forcible talk was unbearable

And became a burden;

She broke it.

She broke it!

She broke it so hard

That I lost myself in oblivion.

I couldn’t handle even the snippets of that chapter

Which ran for almost one and a half year.

I found out later

That she never exactly left.

She was always there

With an upfront apology,

Open to communication.

Instead, it was me

Who turned the back on her!

We cleared the slate

And the drums start rolling again

The universe has no way to concur

On our relationship.

Perhaps, there was no plan.

Perhaps, I only have to make a design of this something-ship

With the help of her complying stance.

Now, geographically, our distance becomes shorter

But there is a long path I need to cover.

Fret not, my dear reader!

I am writing a story,

Page by page,

Chapter by chapter,

Coincidences, incidents and verses.

She’s already my muse.

Let her character be alive,

Correct my way of knitting this journey.

And, one day, she eventually would turn to me

And narrate

“I had a huge crush on this boy.”

“I still have.”

Read my 27th poem on the final day of National Poetry Writing Month 2018 challenge.

Take a look at all 27 poems of this year’s Poetry Month challenge here.

If you have any idea, thoughts, suggestions or stories, please share it with me in the comment section. I would love to hear from you and reply.

It’s been a wonderful month and I must thank all of you who’ve joined me here. Have a great year ahead and of course, I will be writing more.

Naughty Nervousness: Poetry Recitation Video

Here is the video of my 18th poetry in National Poetry Writing Month 2018 challenge. The poem is dedicated and, in fact, a reply to my favourite person’s new endeavour; to say All The Best.

For one & a half minutes, I have done some mischief which is aligning with the poetry theme.

The poem is originally published on my blog:

Do suggest the different ways I can recite my poetry or any act you want me to try (no mimics please). I will do it.

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Naughty Nervousness

Naughty Nervousness

Aren’t you a little whimsical?

Suddenly, bursting out laughing at your line?

The line which may seem perfectly normal

But you know the internal joke you’ve been ‘cooking’!


At least, this time, your head was still,

Looking right into the lenses,

Your eyes were conversing with the audience (me)

And not giving away all the expressions!


The funny thing is that I sometimes do the same,

Pointed out by my brother.

It’s really hard to control the excitement

Whether I am in a play or in a corporate structure!


Now, The-Big-Face-Covering-The-Entire-Frame,

Or should I say “The Frivolous Lady”?

Your voluptuous voice can make a big difference

Hope that you can speak your heart out daily or weekly!

The 18th poem on the 19th day in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge. This poem is a direct reply (wishes) someone’s new endeavour!

The song of the day is Us sang by Regina Spektor in the album Soviet Kitsch.

If you have any thoughts regarding ‘this poem’ please ask, say or argue with me in the comment section!

I am a Thinking Cup

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I am a thinking cup

Silent, staring straight with a hoodie

I capture

Thoughts, words, memories;

A picture of you

And a cup of coffee

The last dance,

The rain with a singing lady,

A hideous horse rider, a ghost

And the science fiction story;


So don’t pinch me on my back

I might ignore you by mocking,

I’d disappoint you

If you were looking for a perfect answer from me,

I try to connect dots, fixate situations in mind

Contemplate conclusion out of misery,

Oh, do you misjudge me when I smiled at you

There is a whole different world inside me, just expressing;

Because I am always imagining

Right or wrong, what do I care?

I am just a thinking cup!

Wish You Were Here


On the edge of tomorrow

When you will be tormenting all my ideas

I will keep on breaking my nerves

And you would be busy refraining persona


No matter where my soul would be burning

I will attempt to measure this longest distance

You could run, and run forever

Take a nap and continue breaking disturbance


On this age of rain

I dig out the old pages just to preserve souvenir

I see you with my blinking eyes

And wish you were here!

A Message for you


A Message for you

I had nothing in my life,

No goal, no clear vision.

Whenever I tried to look for future

I always lost myself in the fumed environ.

Then I met you, got to see ‘just do it’ vibe,

Your routine, simple but ‘Wow’ life style in imperfection


Even though you did nothing for me,

I seek for new divine wave illustration.

I had new energy and power

And I coped with my failure, became better person.


The way you see the people,

It cleared all my misconception.

 Now, I understood this rat-race

Which never meant to fail us, it is an illusion.


I was amazed by people’s achievements,

Among them I felt little, a man with impossible ambition!

And strange but funny thing for me was

You blessed me with all your appreciation.

I felt alive, rooted for fresh chapter

And I saw you in my imagination.


Tomorrow we might be in different places

But my heart will always believe in your perception.

I don’t think I could write more words,

Just wanted to convey a message ‘You are my inspiration’!