I hold my breath and bite nails. Wanting to take back my steps. The curtains were cleared off the stage. I curse my best friend who forced me. What if I stuck in the middle? What if people would mock at me after all this? A thousand pairs of eyes staring at me. Expecting me to speak out something. A drop of sweat drips down through my chin. What did I do? .

A to Z 2014 - Poetry Types. Lost in the Myriad of Random Verses. A to Z - Poetry Types. Wednesday, August 12, 2015. I borrowed few more breaths,. From a smog of rainbow-less dreams,. Drenched in acidic scents of today. Was I blind or just a fool? Slowly melting into vapours. I borrowed few more breaths. A moment more, I lay there still,. And filled palette with surreal hues,. From a smog of rainbowless dreams. How long this pain can be nursed? The scars that even.

I look at her with disgust. Her delicate lips emanating smoke. How can a woman behave this way. Her plunging neckline is defying gravity. Giving me a glimpse of her ample breast. Seeing a lady in the semi naked form. How can men like me just stay at rest. Look at the bright red color of her lips. Maybe after all she is a whore. Such women need to be punished. Promiscuity is embedded in their core. That svelte curvaceous body of hers. The way she seductively walks.

Monday, August 10, 2015. He had caught her glancing at him whenever he pretended not to look and then she would shyly turn away, the moment she realised he had caught her. He longed to meet her someday, but the distance of the few feet between them was something he knew, he would never be able to cross. Sometimes having your feet planted firmly in the ground could be such a terrible barrier. Thursday, August 6, 2015.

Get me outta here! Everything about my idea of happiness, food and a lot of food for thought! August 16, 2015. India celebrated its Independence Day yesterday on August 15th and I am wondering if India is truly independent. Let go of all that stops you from being a free soul. What does freedom mean? Are we independent in the true sense? Do we have the freedom to choose what we want? Do we have the freedom to speak what we want to? And many such questions are on my mind.

Thoughts and Experiences through my Creative Eyes. Tuesday,August 11, 2015. I remember just before my exams Appa made a rule. Every evening after returning from work, Appa chose a subject and asked me questions on the chapters I had studied. I was scared of that ruler. A typical day in my life. Monday,August 10, 2015. A very common question that most people ask me is, Gayu how do you manage to do so many things? .

Life is all about Expressions! Realm of My Words. Killing Hunger With Stuffed Paneer Pasta. I will never eat it! 8221; , she shouted back as she stormed in to the room. Without a word to me, she walked straight into the washroom banging the door behind her. I think I had seen tears in the eyes of my eight-year old niece.