I switched-off the button,
and all the feelings left.
They left as if they were never there.
They left without much fuss.
And I was proud,
I was proud to have such control over them.
They now reside in a grave deep buried,
Where there reach no daylight or soul of night.

Except for when they left, created a void in me,
Vacuum perhaps,
leaving me completely blank and numb.

Now everyone is either not good enough,
or too good.
Small or too tall.
Ugly or too handsome.
Imperfect or just too perfect.

Unwilling to move on.
Can’t bring the brain to switch-on the button again
But the heart, it still clinges onto you..



– Gir!gettingthrough!ife



Dont let anyone assuage the burning flame inside you,
For that flame can show you light in the dark,
Can set the world on fire if it comes down to that.
Like the sun makes the stars disappear in the morning,
Your flame will also cover all the imperfections,
And just shine brightly on the outside..

– Gir!gettingthrough!ife

Forgotten feelings

I forgot the way it used to feel,
when rainbow glistened over the drops.
I forgot the way it used to feel,
when wind blew over the mustard crops.
I forgot the way it used to feel,
when dreams and reality were the same.
I forgot the way all this had an effect on me,
And I don’t even know who is to blame..

I forgot the way it used to feel,
when radio played my favorite song.
I forgot the way it used to feel ,
when nothing was too wrong.
I forgot the way it used to feel,
when someone’s laughter made me smile,
I forgot the way these little things used to feel,
As if nothing did happen in a long while.

I forgot the way it used to feel,
when those stories in novel took shape in my mind.
I forgot the way it used to feel,
when the bells from far melodiously chimed.
I forgot the way it used to feel,
when the sensations actually could work.
I forgot the way it used to feel,
when i had in me some twist and quirk.

Those glimpses which used to drive the nerves cold,
the times when smile was difficult to hold.
I forgot it all!
It all now seems alien to me..

– Gir!gettingthrough!ife

Barbie doll

As a kid, she wanted to be like her barbie doll. Having long hair, pretty eyes and hourglass figure was her dream.
She wished someday she will also find her prince charming who would take her away to a magical land where there is only flowers and no sorrows..
She grew up beautifully to steal a few hearts,
Now they see her as an object, a walking robot which can not dream or fly,
And her heart is torn apart by some evil king.
Here she lies on the floor like a broken doll, there is no such thing as magic she thought, when she looked up her barbie staring back at her wide-eyed through the glass,
She wanted to be like her when she was small,
but she didn’t knew that she will also be played like a lifeless doll..


– Gir!gettingthrough!ife


Why does the candle desires to shine,  when it will ultimately melt down..
Why does the moth desires the light when it will ultimately burn it down..
Full of desires but lack of time, desiring what is not meant to be…
What we desire is happiness but desire also kills the happiness…then why desire? For desires are the potion too that keep us going…


He looked at her with anticipation,
searched for himself in her eyes,
She had been hiding for ages, hiding behind a disguise..
The way the raindrops fall on earth, ending the wait of dry land,

Her heart too got drenched and,

there was no more holding back.

She fell as peacefully as the drops without breaking,

To see if he could ease out of her life the aching..

– Gir!gettingthrough!ife