My Undisclosed World Of Thoughts

--> Childhood, a word for some, a faded distant memory for others. For me, it was a world, my unaltered world of joy. Things I learnt then have had an ever lasting impact, more than anything or anyone in my life so far. Those days, though a little hazy in my memory were something else. It all started with the dusty lanes of CA block, Shalimar Bagh, Delhi where I was born and brought up. The reminiscence of that huge playground of CA block still reminds me of my great endeavors and little escapades far from the reality of this busy world. Living in the world of our own, we were the kings of those dreamy castles we built in our heads, always coyly smiling at the thought of who our queen(s) would be. One particular thing that denoted my childhood was 'accidents'. Yes, it was a very pleasant time but with the bundles of joy came a few sorrows too(life of a kid can be hard too). The accidents weren't cute or delectable by any standards or like cuts that your mot

A dark poem..Slightly Depressing.. before anyone draws conclusions about the origin of the character, the character is purely fictious and a creature of my imagination although Maybe the character has taken shape from the depth of my character and my previous disappointments. the most draining and serious poem I've done till date. Enjoy reading it!! The sun shines through the window,it spills brightness Illuminates the interiors with vibrance The room is alive now shimmering with playfulness Yet something holds everything back The sun confers the winds to blow Yet something holds its ablazing radiance She's sad, her heart aches with pain Nothing can outweigh her solemn tearfulness Her face seems old with countless worries within Yet so frail that the delicate finesse still prevails She looks around the room with no respite Yet nothing seems comforting to her Her relentless hands undergo frantic twitches Something unexplained goes on swirling inside he