World of Mine

From nothingness, I came

into colour, and ardour

Everything fit in — all, except I.

Who am I? Who are you?

Are you as I?

Wonder! Until —

You reached. Held on,

guarding… guiding

a watchful Eye, resting on me.

a comforting Arm, embracing me.

A look, into the ocean of your eyes —

and I realised, You are my world.

Nothing else matters.


I wrote this for the Shivers above Madness poetry competition. If you liked this, please head over to their website and vote for me. Be sure to check out other entries as well, there are some awesome poets out there!

Time for Truth

time for truth

“Love’s love. Whoever you are born as.”

The auditorium erupted in applause. She stood solo, accepting the world’s praise.

Motivational speaker. Voice of the minority.

She had shed light into thousands of lives. Helped them accept themselves.

Years of spreading awareness, and now, she could only smile. Seeing the couple glowing with pride, she walked up to them.

After 15 years, the time had finally come.

“Mom, Dad. I want you to meet her.”

Testing Times

testing times

Amit feverishly flipped through his worn MBA books. The final test was upon him. He was now just one step away from the corporate life.

Ah! How much he had heard!

He would clear the interview; he would show his father. Amit snorted. His father, the old fool. He had no idea how competitive the corporate world is. He had been constantly pressuring Amit about not getting through in campus interviews.

“Well, what does he know? He’s just a petty banker!” Amit thought to himself furiously. A ‘cling’ from his phone brought him back to reality.

“Why aren’t you at the party? Everyone’s here!”- It was Tina, his girlfriend – No. Friend. Just friend. He sighed.

“I’ve got to study. :( You guys have fun.” – Hitting send, he cast his phone on the bed and returned to his books.


Amit sat outside the manager’s room. Cracking his knuckles, he waited to be interviewed. He was called, and barely managed to avoid the usual foot-trip.

The next few minutes went exactly as planned. They asked him a few questions, and he answered them perfectly. Then came the usual question.

“Do you have a recommendation?”

Amit’s eyes lit up. This time, he did. He handed over the letter – from a respected politician. After Amit’s outbreak last time, his father had agreed to pay for the letter.

“Welcome to our company, Mr. Amit.”

House of Character

“Not just seen, I want to be significant”

Clair Underwoord

Over the past few months, I’ve been watching popular television series. From Friends, The Big Bang Theory and Arrow to more.

But House of Cards was so incredible that it made me write about it. Which is surprising, because politics is a subject I try my best to be oblivious about.

But it wasn’t the politics that impressed me so. It was the sole character of Clair Underwood.

Beautiful name, isn’t it – Clair?

Oh and not to mention that awesome pixie cut — very appealing. It’s not just the hair and flair though. I loved her characterisation. The things she did to support her husband. She wasn’t just another woman married to a Congressman. She was a woman of ambition and that’s what sets her apart from all the female characters I’ve seen on television before.

Besides that CNN interview, she showed immense strength when she gave up, or paused her ambitions and devotion to ensure continued support for her husband.

She was twisted, yes. She was the embodiment of everything we have ever been advised against our whole lives. She’s not the kind of role model parents would expect their daughters to idolise. The affair, the manipulation and the threatening — she’s as cold as ice.

Nevertheless, there was something about her that made her much less detestable than Francis Underwood.

She seemed so inhuman in so many incidents, it was so well portrayed that it added a sense of extra beauty to the only incident that made her seem humane.

When she sat on the staircase of their home just after speaking the to First Lady about visiting Megan. Clair cried. Briefly, but she cried nonetheless. And that’s the only time she displayed frustration and helplessness.

That’s when she was the most natural. Every other time, she merely took the side that would help her achieve her goal — even if it weren’t the way she’d have preferred it. The water project — she gave up on the funding because she had to for her husband’s sake. Yes she did resist, but eventually she gave up. She sacrificed. A lot. For her husband.

Another great thing about the couple — they understood each other unlike anyone else.

But the woman and her resolve! Undeniably a powerhouse. I admire her.

I don’t agree with her methods though.

Her attitude and the way she carries herself are things I will always revere. But her habits were unhealthy. Not the smoking, but the way she took everything in her stride.

Annoyingly silent. Annoyingly patient.

She waited and waited for as long as it took to get what she wanted. She never broke down, never threw a tantrum, and she hardly complained.

That’s why that crying scene was the most natural. The only instance she displayed vulnerability, however briefly that might have been. That’s what I consider unhealthy. I’d have liked a more spontaneous woman. A woman who would just show her emotions a bit more naturally.

But I do have to admit, a more spontaneous woman might have ended up like either Zoe Barnes or Christina Gallagher.

Clair Underwood, a masterpiece in modern fiction. Excited for season 3 – yes, I only just finished seasons 1 and 2. :D

And Then –

“Time’s running out,” observed the watchmaker.


Amazing, aren’t they – short stories? They have the ability to be mysterious and open for readers’ interpretations. Two things that transform a simple piece of writing into an interesting read.

So, what do you guys infer from this?