New book…

New book…


Hello friends,

My new book titled ‘Voice of the Soul’ is now available on Amazon. Please Read and tell me what you think.



How does it feel to lie just by yourself and delve into the silence? The silence that is a path to a deeper self, a self that is unexplored. That same unexplored self can also be regarded as the soul. While the time ticks on the clock, a bond with your soul is timeless. Such metaphors are rendered powerless when a conversation is created with oneself. These poems mean more than just words, they scream soulfulness. It is rather weird that we go looking for answers outside when all that we have to do is seek deeper within ourselves. The poems are experiences that the poet shares with the world and these experiences are nothing fancy- they are all moments that the poet experiences with himself. They are questions risen from inquisitiveness and introspection.

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The morning sunlight today was different

Yesterday’s night was different

Different were these last few days


The last few weeks were different

The last few months were different

Different was this whole year


Trying hard

Struggling to avoid change

And I am different every second.



A box full of grains
Same colour same size
And I was playing with it
Transferring from one box to the other
Uniformly the grains flowed
But no connection
No interaction
They all looked similar
Yet different
I tried to establish a bond
But they all were apart
Each traveled its own path
No care about the other
I got irritated
And I threw the box of grains
And they all went in different directions
I was ashamed of the grains
Suddenly, I fell down
Rolling on the curved earth
I was alone
I looked around
And I saw myself
But we were all on different paths
Not caring about each other
Finally I died hoping
I won’t become a grain.



When I was a child I used to sit and think
About God and stars
About people and life
Why I was created?
Resting on two legs and working with two hands
There I was wondering
Two eyes to see the majestic beauty
Two ears to listen
And a mouth to speak
Moulded in to a unique body
And run by a beautiful mind
I used to see pigeons fly in the sky
I wondered if I could fly
Not with my body
But inside my mind
I dreamed of flying
Crossing the boundaries of fear
But fear was a despot inside my mind
My mouth was shut by opinions
Which were fed over the course of time
None of them original
My lips vibrated when I spoke
They danced on the orders of the imaginary fear
I could see the beauty inside my mind
But I was unable to feel it in real
An unbreakable wall was created
Which kept me away from the clouds
I so wanted to cry then
To let my words express themselves through tears
And to collect them and feel their warmth
It was all a long time ago
I have improved a lot
I am becoming a better actor
My mouth throws words at my wish
The lips don’t vibrate
But the heart still does
It breaks into pieces
Everytime I hear judgements
It feels as if someone is sitting inside
Pressing my heart
But my face is blank
The inside battles are completely hidden
Sometimes when I am alone
I sit in my room
I look outside my window
There is a big tree
I watch it and embrace it as it is
My heart releases a little pressure
I don’t cry
The tears now don’t express
They are dry now
But my hands tremble in excitement
And I pour myself on the blank paper.



I have been to the depth of my soul
And I have traveled to the boundaries of my mind
I have seen people trapped in life
And I have seen life caged in minds

The stupidity sometimes shine
And the genius often lies
The rich are good actors
And the poor are bad directors

When I walked on the sun
I interacted with my soul on those hills
With bare feet I just walked
I saw the sun going down as I rose up

I realised that there is no sense to all this
All are cooking unhappiness
All are empty inside shouting for love and peace
I jumped into the depths of those hills

My body was sweating and my soul was flying
The answer was on its way
I waited for it to show up and suddenly I woke up
After all, I was thankful that I lived.



Only two voices
One of a clock ticking
One of a heart beating
It’s that time of the night
Even the dogs are asleep
The entire day’s work
Is resting in one corner of the mind
The future aspirations
Are shouting from the other corner
The mind is not at all interested
It ignores
It has been alone for a long time
It feels the need to come out
It needs to hear and be heard
It needs to give and receive love
It needs to exist
It needs to find itself.

Trapped soul.

Trapped soul.



I can do what I want

The sky is just above

And stars are just right here

I can touch them if I want

Rough paths don’t bother me

I know my way and I will follow it

But wait, am I free?

Oh shit!

What is this “I”?

I am my body and my soul

My body is made and is not free

My soul is trapped inside my body

It is also not free

But how can I think freely then?

Maybe my thoughts are bounded

Something must be original I feel

That something is the reference point

To decide the freedom of thoughts and body

What if the trapped soul is the reference?

What if freedom itself is caged?

To be free I need to break the prison

And set my soul free

Maybe freedom is my destiny.



Worries about future which are non existent
Troubles of the past which are no more
All of them met and bombarded inside the brain
An illusion was created
The mind was fooled
The imagination imagined it
Yet it became the most powerful
It ruled like a despot
They named it fear
And I sometimes fear
That I would die one day without understanding fear
How can we ever destroy, limit or understand nothing?
But we can atleast know that it is nothing
Fear is nothing…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………




The moonlit night is here

The dark energies are whispering

In my house

Their susurration is mysterious and frightening

I once heard someone saying

‘In the night, the dead talks’

I looked around to find someone

I followed the voices

I shouted, ‘Is anybody around?’

I could still hear the voices

I opened the front door

A woman stood there holding a stick

‘Who is there?’, she asked.

I ran away and she entered the house

She didn’t see me

Apparently, I was the one who died

She was scared of me and death

I was foolish I was scared of life.