A lot in my mind…

Why I have lot of things in my mind,

Why I am not still ,and daily rewind,

Why there is still loneliness deep down the line,

Why I am silent yet whine,

Why I still scroll up and down,

Why I am scared and frown,

Why my life is in a hustle,

What can I expect from inside tussle,

I know the time is running and have a lot to do,

How can I manage myself between me and you,

I am struck, I am in middle of my fights,

I lost the space in between the dark lights,

I kill my time, but why can’t I kill my thoughts,

I still scroll back to the time, and try to shape like wrought,

Still a lot to bring out of me,

Still a lot to clear between you and me,

Still I have to pitch for something what I feel is big,

Still I come across the lines which I have to rig,

Still I write for the stories I have in my mind ,

As I still wait for the day where I unwind,

Why I just have to keep my thoughts to myself,

Why can’t you hold and unfold the stack of shelf,

The shelf of my memories, and my desire,

The stack of piling pressure and the live wire,

Daily sun comes and set to the opposite,

So why cannot my beats hymns with the opposite,

Why I do need to convince myself, Why…

Clouds are near…

Some instances pictures differently,

Some memories affects seldomly,

Some thoughts affects deeply,

Some moments you react strangely,

Sometime you love ineffectively,

But some day you must try to live happily.

In Need of Glare…

Lappis Beach, Stockholm

Why I wish for the people around me,

Why I wish for the light to enlighten me,

Why I need the glare to sparkle my soul,

Why I need hands after my fall,

Why I think about the future,

Why I feel the pain of nurture,

Why I just wish for the time to run,

Why I don’t cross the clouds and fetch the sun,

Why I am in love with night,

Why I am looking always away from the sight,

Why I am not in a state right now,

Why I try to run from myself now,

Might be, I know the reasons of my thoughts,

Might be, I am afraid to accept the noughts.


Unlike the fall, when you wait for the rise,

When you sit beside, to wait for the sunrise,

Around the beach, around the friends, around some music,

You wait to feel the calmness and hymn for the sync,

When you just think too deep, too sharp to feel that glory,

At times, when you wait for a shine in your story,

When you wait, watch and feel the breeze,

While around the bonfire but still in a state of freeze,

Still you awe the beauty around you,

Cause at times you love the serenity around you!!

Modern Scenery!

Imaginations have evolved from woods to road,

Expectations have been raised from narrow to broad,

Ambitions have been crafted from horses to horsepower,

Shadow is not only sleeked from bower,

But yes, that clock is always ticking through day and night,

Either you wear the past or future’s knight.

Might these lights are really far……

Central Stockholm

In lieu of commotion, in lieu of creations,

At a stage of doings, just fighting from inside admirations.

I knew, I am not made for this,

But still knocking a while, waiting for the fall of fizz.

‘Why’, this always comes from inside,

Matter of choice or a matter of destiny to abide.

It’s very easy to know, what you want to do,

Cause what you do in the me time, is what you want to do,

I aspire, I crave, for a wishful life,

But I know my limitations, like a sharp less knife,

I feel the numbness, I understand my dumbness,

I strive for pinnacle, but always restricted to less.

I look around and find people always better than me,

I am like a bird whose cage is open but don’t want to see.

I want to fly, to make a life of admirations,

I fail to manage and might die always seeing the other inspirations!


The Fleet, Scania, Södertälje

Want it run, want it to drive,

The technology has become niche to hive,

The experience sometimes says all,

A fun to be on road, great to drive all.

A Road to remember

KTH, Stockholm

It’s a start for me,

Just to travel and a lot to see,

It’s a start for me,

To wind the road, and all set to go free.

Between the swings

Stockholm, Sweden

Some lights attracts my soul,

Some swings removes the haul,

Some water make me cherish,

Some heights, is what I wish.


Stockholm, Sweden

Rejuvenated from the cradle to end,

Past time beckoned the sizzle to bend.

Lived the time, lived in echo,

Bowed to lead and lead to bow.

Let me put it straight

Blackeberg, Stockholm

Let the light ignite my life,

Let the sheen be more rife,

Let my boat, be on the bank,

Let me set above the rank.

All in Sync

KTH Royal Institute of Technology, Stockholm, Sweden

All in ears, all in emotions,

All in sync, all in notion,

All in rhythm, all in harmony,

All in valor and soothing shiny.

Drottningholm Palace

Royal Palace, Stockholm, Sweden

Royal is more than the expression of aura,

In the veil of history and it’s persona,

The class among all the residencies,

A marvel full of fancies.

Royalty is Quintessence

The palaces holds the odyssey of human class,

Sometimes the ruler rules the heart and mass,

Sometimes it shares more about swords and war,

Sometimes it glares the peace to near and far.