‘On an undefined path

isolated thoughts are growing, 

I often ask this question to myself

that…Where am i going? 





I do own a bunch of relations, 

so do I have friends, 

still my heart seeks for those

who dissolve together like true blends.





this odd journey of mine

seems so long, 

I don’t know how my destiny takes me, 

where I belong.





the childhood dreams had gone

I don’t know where, 

yet trying hard to justify my existence, 

somewhere to be there.





that road is rough and dry, 

all I see is an endless horizon, 

the distance is yet to be covered, 

feeling helpless as this world is soaked in illusion.





My boat is battling a midst waves

and all that matters now is, how fast am I rowing, 

still wondering is it this a true path

where I am going…? 

In search of an existence, 
that’d almost sublimed, 
the true meaning of my innerself 
is still to be defined.

don’t you be prejudice about me, 
atleast for this mankind
although I am colour, but for humanity’s sake 
its better to be a colourblind.

neither restrict me within those borders 
nor into your minds, 
just as yours, even my birth is possible, 
together when my blend got binds.

neither conclude any pessimistic implication of mine 
as it can’t be named, 
nor fill me in your pictures of hatred 
as the same couldn’t be framed.

do not search hatred, into my 
different hue and shades, 
recognize my true character 
before the colour of humanity fades.


I do not belong to any religion, 
nor I do own any race
I am boundless like that sky 
that do not have a defined face.


do not classify me into violent names, 
that cause mankind to extirpate
leave me with my unbound existence, 
before I appear as a reason to hate.


paint your hearts with me 
but not your discriminative minds, 
so what I am colour but for humanity’s sake 
its better to be a colourblind. 

I am sitting 
with an empty mind
it seems here, 
nobody is enough kind.

Although they may have 
some informative rockets, 
but I still prefer to sit amid
keeping my both hands in pocket.

Like me, all are trying to catch
those endless speeches, 
Suddenly I realized, we all
certainly belongs to a same species.

Nobody is interested for sure, 
Thus somehow trying to resist
In order to absorb and digest, 
the insoluble and volatile day’s gist.

In this jungle of knowledge
those approximate lions are roaring, 
and I am like a fearless rat
feeling sluggish and boring…

-unbound 

On her lips, she always carries
A joyful gesture, a curvy thing
She speaks less, listen more
And veil, a lot more things within

A dusky girl with her eyes awake,
Looks more real and less fake,
Sometime lost, well it is true
Looks as if, she won’t have a clue

Girls flaunts their beauty,
She flaunts her innocence
Girls seeks for sense of humor
She presents her humorous sense.

A nice human being
A friend so worthy,
A humble girl, who is
less sensitive and more sturdy.