The Next Storm.



He stands


Sword and shield in hand

Fragments of armor intact

Battle scars exposed

Under the scorching sun.


He tells her to run

She refuses

“No, i’m not leaving you!”

He nods

Not in agreement

But in awe of her angelic presence


Perplexed by recent choices

A Kings-guard

Betraying a Kingdom

Out of love,

Was this selfish?


Dropping his armaments

He hugs her, teary eyed

She feels his emotions

If only for a second.

The ground starts to tremble.


A stampede of armored Knights

Approaching from a distance

He readies his arms.

Looking into her eyes

For what may be the last time.


He dashes off

hell-bent on winning

The plan?

Meeting the army head-on


For once,

He was not fighting for entertainment,

Selfish desires or gold

For once,

It was not for the approval of his King

For once,

He was fighting for what he believed in

He was fighting,

For ‘them’.





Splintered Pleasure.

Pondering on an idea

One that comes quick

Eureka, a title

Solid as brick.


After a long days work


I got one

But wait, recall

Chores to be done.




Seeking Success.

You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.


–Christopher Columbus

Attack Of The Strawberries.



Summery and delicious

Juicy bowl delights

Nutrient value inimitable

Fruit basket politics

Personally vouching

For the Queen of Fruits.


Heart shaped infantry


With Liquid artillery

Red gear

Polka-dotted camouflage

Not forgetting, the signature calyx

Once removed

The duty commences.


Predictable outcomes

On the battlefield

Each time

Total domination

Of the taste-bud war.









To follow a unique fabric of thought,

Adrenaline rush

Thrill, from being the under-dog.



Sticking to my roots


Moving the pen at Mach 10 speeds.




If you’re offered a seat on a rocket ship, don’t ask what seat! Just get on.


–Sheryl Sandberg

Hours Of Light.

Waking up with re-affirmed motivation, marking the calendar, another day gone. Sun rays piercing the shutters, an impressive display of light, reminder of a world that exists beyond my own. Rough drafts and crumpled papers on the ground, making for a unique carpet design, nothing but an overflowing trash-can; something to be expected from a writer who wants to deliver nothing but his best. Conversing with providers of positive energy through cyberspace, a Cold circle that has seen its fair share of variations over the years.

A part of me in each piece written, an assortment of emotions; when combined, reveal a complete picture. “Pompous, arrogant, selfish, vain” a medley of recurring words thrown at me in no particular order, meant to impale and not to build. Rarely understood, compensating for misunderstandings by sharing my inner thoughts. As the sun descends I push rewind, gauging the positives and negatives of the day, counting my blessings; making it my mission to have done something productive. As long as those I care about are smiling, I believe my mission for the day is complete.




People often say that motivation does not last. Well, neither does bathing.  That’s why we recommend it daily.

–Zig Ziglar

Finding X

Retracted by the puzzle,

Pieces not in place

Pushed by the muzzle,

Embarking on a chase


Chastised by the thought,

Of solving problems

I initially could not.

Full swing of the bat

Home run

Victory gleaned from risk.


Finding X entails a dictionary void of ‘slack’

Divide, add, multiply, subtract

No hope descends

Mind the cataract,

Equations still loiter in the back.


Answers abound,

In a field full of questions

Harvest the most taxing

Where the clouds form

Provide sunshine,

Wake the early bird.


As you sift through the yield,

Sing together knowing

The resolutions to the exigent

Were only

But a step away.







Its all in the mind.

Whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right.

Henry Ford