Warm tears and untold emotions;
Indeed it is, a mixed concoction.
So many feelings concealed beneath;
‘Lower that mask! We shall echo underneath.’

*Sometimes, we hesitate to open up and try awfully hard to hide our unheard emotions behind a mask, where they are left to echo until eternity. *


The misery

Reality scrunched up his reverie

And fear , his strength;

But the only ones which were left unscathed,

Were his faith and hope, miserably  interlaced!

Drifting away



Frightfully ahead.

Careening myself

Away from the

Thoughts etched

In my head.

Away, away,

I drift in time,


To a hallucinating


I lie enchanted

By my very own

Vivid reverie.

What’s with a life

That I can’t fathom?

I got no reason,

I cluelessly drift away,

To my dream.

I’m captivated.

I obliviously

Move to the land

That I solely reign.

Crossing landmarks

Of my uncertainty

Darting away

From the reality.

I come across

Highs, lows,

Twists and turns

I’m possessed,


And yet so


There you go!

In a fleeting moment

I’m snapped out of

My dream

And I’m yanked

Towards the


Reality again!

I’m an awfully-vivid dreamer. This poem encapsulates in a strange away , the reverie that I sometimes get engrossed with.
The little things of life keeps my mind so enthralled, that sometimes it sure startles me when I come tumbling down towards reality!!



I’ve no clue as to where I’m headed,
It’s this wanderlust that always keeps me going!


We don’t care, do we?


A message from Sally

Ever had those days when you sulked for practically no fault of yours?
Or maybe, just maybe ,because somebody bad-mouthes you which you absolutely dislike or probably debases you altogether,no matter who or what you are!
But, whom do we care? Nobody really. Well, that’s what we say to ourselves when we have that little pep-talk in our head.
Well, let me tell you this, you weren’t put on this earth to please anybody! So why do we care then ?
Oh, I think it’s this ‘self esteem’ that comes into the scenario.
No, not really.
Why we bother is because we are so sensitive and restricted to a bubble-world that we fail to take other’s advice as a positive momentum to drive us ahead.
OK. So you say it’s not the positive feedback that you receive but instead people speak ill or equally disappointing issues about you that not only leave you flustered but also make you come tumbling down.
So tell me, do you give yourself the inexplicable right to disappoint yourself ? If yes, then poor you!!
You better go , get a life. It’s fairly clear that you live a life trying desperately to please others!
That’s just hysterical.
Here’s the deal. Go get a life and let others take a hike. As simple as it sounds. Really.
After all, you are the author of your life and nothing else for that matter should ever concern you or lower your integrity.
Have a good day ! ūüôā

Raindrops of togetherness




       Entwined crisp drops

          Race desperately

        Towards the earth.

           Heavy petrichor

         Lingers sensually,

         Encompassing me

              and It feels

           like an eternity

            Of sheer bliss,

         Defying my senses

        that are consensually 


        The  nature quietens

       And responds in sync

       With the sublime pour

           Of bountiful love

          From the grey skies.

      The symphonic melody

        Of the gushing rain,

           Rings in my ears

        With every mystifying


            And brings with it

            An immaculate


         Of unmatched purity.

           Playful puddles

         On the moist earth,

             Brings anew

       a juvenile-excitement.

          An intimate ambience

           Formed amidst this,

           Binds us together

            With ties, afresh.

            The grey clouds

            Speak volumes

             With rumbles

           Of roaring thunder.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† It’s this beauty

              Of the rain

          That nothing can


        Until maybe, forever!



Rain has always been a harbinger of bliss , purity and togetherness. It radiates the essence of the  flawless bond that the skies above share with the earthly greenery below. The two coalesce together incredibly into a bountiful mass of love that unfolds an amazing mystery to humanity.
The nature answers humbly to the beautiful call of rain through it’s sated approval and plays in sync with the rain.
The mystifying, yet chilling, heavy downpour of rain  blended phenomenally with  thunderstorms, keeps us desperately craving  for more!

Am I heard?

The noisy clatter that cocoons us in a busy life ,can sometimes, silence our thoughts and words.
It would be only wise to speak OUT , lest we become victims of this cacophony that would  unfortunately leave us, unheard.


           The perturbing buzz

    Of the surrounding cacophony

           And I feel engulfed.

         The unending jabber,

         Of the countless folks

            Walking past me,

        the aggravating noise

           Of the transport,

          and I feel deafened.

           The little tantrum,

       Of the untimely worries,

          arousing in my head;

              They mute me.

     The unanswered murmurs

         Of the swaying trees,

      The intimidating rumble

            Of the thunder,

           The lively gush
          Of the pouring rain,

         The mindless chatter

          Of the gullible birds,

           The unsettling cries

         Of the timid animals,

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†¬†¬†¬† and¬† I’m silenced,

           by all this clamor.

           My breath catches

               In my throat.

               And my voice,

             Ever so shallow.

            I quietly wonder,

               To myself,

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† –Am I heard?

                  If only!

The dance of innocence!

¬†¬†It’s amazing how the innocence of love sails vehemently in one’s eyes.
Here’s how I have put this sublime feeling in an austere expression.


           I saw it all that day,

                In your eyes.

            The wild innocence,

            dancing gracefully

            to a virtual rhythm,

             difficult to fathom

                And perceive ,

          what your eyes spoke.

           Screaming my name,

           Screaming within me

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† And¬† I’m left fighting

           this mental dispute

              I hope you read,

            the answer, that day.

          Whatever you may say,

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† It’s this inner longing

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† that I can’t contain

            within me anymore

                 I give up

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Because I’m lost,

         In the enthralling dance

         That your eyes display!


Scream or Enjoy the ride!

Life is a mixed bundle of emotions in a positive turmoil within you, that have petty internal rifts among each other, to lead your senses.
From what I’ve learned over the years, it’s an exhilarating roller coaster ride that can keep you pinned down to your seat and at the same time keep you desperately longing for the joys and sorrows in an equal measure on a consensual¬† basis .


To put it all together , it’s a sublime experience that keeps you sailing towards a virtual target .It’s all inside that little brain inside your head.
What you become is just an outcome of how you view life, accept the flaws, rectify them and lead your soul towards that goal.

Life is just ,what we make of it!

Have a good day !
~ Verina~

The Feminine Agony!

For the weekly writing challenge

(Women are often agnized as an inferior race and their ambitions and desires are suppressed in a male-dominated society.
We need to act now and shun this stereotyped thinking.
It’s now or never.)


Here’s what womanhood has to say.

Several hopes ruthlessly trampled,
Yet, I portray a self, so humbled.
A mask conceals my fragile face, beneath;
And I’m cocooned by my own immortal faith.
Trussed and rights withheld , I’m patronised;
Bitter thoughts seldom keep me agonized.
I’m left forlorn and feeling sorry,
While the frivolous men bask in glory;
I’m¬† the woman – a woman who seeks freedom!
Potent enough to flourish anew, my very own kingdom;
Spiking determination courses through my body;
Dressed with unaging sagacity , so gaudy!
Zillions of infants ,I’ve nurtured and nourished;
Yet nobody has ever made me feel so cherished..
I’m destined to overpower the world;
Yes, I will…some day!
For I might seem vulnerable, but my immaculacy surpasses any divine fay!

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