the broken leaf

I lay tere on the street
deserted,
I belonged to the tree, now no more,
I lay there, broken...
I lay there, as if I was never from those softwoods
I felt the pain, but had no words to explain
I wanted to go back, go back to my roots,
I saw people pass by, they didn't seem to care
they didnt bother to notice me lying on the soil
I was hurt, again and again
I cried and cried, but realised that no one can hear me
because I am the Broken leaf.

About Bhuj

Bhuj, the main town of Kutch, would best be described as charming. It used to be an old walled city. In the past, its gates were locked each night from dusk till dawn. Today, the city extends well beyond the walls of Bhujia Fort and yet retains all of its glory. You can wander for hours in the intricate maze-like streets and alleyways of this fascinating town, with mesmerizing crafts.


Waving our hands to stop the three wheeled vehicles, and gazing at the streets whilst the winds past us through. Looking at the soothing lake that surrounds, and entering a contrast, where sand is all that is around. Walking in the scorching sun in expanse of Motapir, being in the last straw, and looking at the enthusiastic bunch of kids around, is convivial experience.


The frolicsome atmosphere followed us through the house of chirpy people both young and old, where time flied like a bird and at the end of the day “energy” haloed around and working was never such boisterous.

a lonely wall....

it stands there, silent in the corner
u see it all through your life
having deep secrets beheld
it hears you cry it hears you laugh
there in the corner of the room stands a lonely wall
waiting for you to look at it
look at it and see how it stands there patiently,
teaching you lessons in life, teaching you to be strong when ur discouraged, teaching you to be serene wen your restless
it tells you to be someone, someone worth of being looked upon

Stranger- a friend

I always rationalized that friends are the ones u know, until i met the stranger
i always mused that friends are people who form that part of your life you rejoice with, until i met the stranger
i always anticipated that friends are those you go to school with, until i met the stranger
the stranger i can never forget...
the stranger who recited me the pure meaning of the word "friends"
the stranger who acquainted me with the aesthetics of what friends really are, because those who stay with you for your happy times may not be there with you during the testing periods of life
the stranger, whom i confronted when i saw my soul standing strong when the rest of the world parted.