The Wanderer 

Wandering through the past,Amidst the dense blue forrest ,

In search of an eminent outcast,

That would shine with zest.
He pondered deep within,

In search of his light,

That would, to heal, begin,

And destroy his plight.
He lit his lantern up and,

Held it as high as he could.

In the darkness so bland,

Mesmerised, he stood.
The aura shone,

So bright, through the dew,

Leaving the petals alone,

In search of something new.
He finally found his cure,

And found it in due time,

For a soul so pure,

He could sing , he could rhyme.
He reached out for the light,

Capturing the aura in his heart,

Held on to it tight ,

And never extinguished the spark.

-Divyajeet Singh



Haiku represents a japanese form of poetry that is short and independent of any preceding or succeeding work and can relate to any particular moment in the poet’s life. It contains a total of 17 syllables with a pattern of 5-7-5 syllables in each line. Enjoy !

1. The brook was flowing,

Into the darkened woods as,

It was there no more.

2. I could have bled it,

But the pain was mildly sure,

Of its existence.

3. The smile on your face,

Could shadow the scars beneath,

But the eyes gave up.

4. This world is weird ,

And so are the people here,

why do you make sense?

5. Run from life or chase,

There is no turning back now,

You’ve been born again.

The second side

He was peacefully sitting at the local coffee shop and admiring the beauty around him as he took a puff from his cigarette. He sent the smoke into the air and watched it float into oblivion. The noises around him did not bother him, nor did the discomfort of the people who seemed to mind their own business. The dog at the opposite end of the road was staring intently into his eyes as he took another puff and merely ignored it too. A soft voice behind him echoed as he heard, ” why do you do this?” 

He thought it was just another statement until he heard it again, ” I’m talking to you, smoker fella, why do you do it?” 

Nope, he thought, it was definitely for him. He turned around and saw a beautiful girl staring at him with her deep blue eyes. 

“It’s just something I do. Why do you bother?”, he said, instantly recognising the hollowness of his words.

“Never mind. Can I have your phone, please?” , she said as if her previous question was long gone. 

He hesitated for a bit, but then took out his phone and passed it to her, but not before putting in his password. He had nothing to hide. She searched through the photo gallery as if it was her phone and found the pic of an elderly couple in their fifties smiling down at the camera. “Are these your parents?” , she asked as she showed him the photo. Still fascinated by the informality, the boy managed to utter, “y-yes. Why?” 

“Next time you smoke, just think about the pain they must feel if they knew about your habit.”, she said in a bossy tone as if she had made someone learn the lesson of his life.

He smiled at the naiveness of the girl and without another word put the phone back in his pocket. She was about to leave as she heard a deepened voice call out, ” I smoke for them.” 

She was stunned for a few seconds and the next line came out almost instantaneously, “They are the reason I am here in this world. I love them very much. But every time I think about the future where they won’t be around any longer, I can feel an ache in my heart which is more than any stroke can ever cause. I know I am weak, but they have made me stronger. I just smoke so that some day I won’t have to bear the pain of them leaving me before I do. And so I do what I have to do. I know I’m selfish, but that’s how God made me and I respect his decision.” 

She had tears in her eyes, for this was not at all what she had expected. Her heart told her to go on with the conversation, but her mind was not ready for that. She payed the bill and stormed out with tears gushing and said, ” I hope they forgive you.” 
Disclaimer : smokers do not understand the harm of a cigarette until its too late. But the ones judging them are the ones who instigate them to pursue. All they need is a little emotional support to quit, and you can discover a gem inside. Like any other, this story too has a second side. It’s time we all recognise that.

The Story

Walking through the alley , he did,Grabbing tightly the locket of his,

Ponder over the deeds he hid,

His first move, his last kiss.
Not all were true, nor all did he mean,

But one that mattered was pure as his soul,

For the beauty magnified the word ‘serene’,

Still, so far, for his mediocre role.
This story i tell, i tell not to console,

But to remind the world that there is,

One for each, and only one whole ,

Not all we get, not all we miss.
He had his life, not him , it was,

Little did he know the future ahead,

He would wake up as happy as his loving lass,

And happier in dreams would go to bed.
The nights were longer, the days were short,

He wished it was the other way round.

As days could make him meet his thought,

And nights , a sleepless hound.
Like the day, the days lived short,

The reason not quite known to all,

Turning the dreams into nightmares , he then,

Would like an apple would curb and fall.
Ended his time, and ended his days,

To keep his perfection of the purest form,

With him. And now his mind frays,

Whispering throughout the walls of his dorm.
What happened was bad, worse was to come,

What use were his words now ?

But good things were written, and better to become,

The only question was “How ?”
Time doesn’t heal, the wound only dries,

But stays painful beneath.

For only the most awful of cries,

Could make him stay and breathe.
Breathe, he did, and stronger he became,

His lesson was reaching its end.

He shredded the burden, he then thought was lame,

And emerged a loving friend.

   -divyajeet singh

A new beginning

To the sorrows of life, i now bid adieu,

For the world is a better place ,

Now that i’ve met you

Logic and reason , they make no sense,

For the love we share now

Requires no “hence” 

The sky is brighter, the moon shines more,

For the only thing missing now

Is an open door

To the sorrows of life, i now bid adieu,

For the world is a better place ,

Now that i’ve met you


Anonymous inspiration

He could think , he could act ,
He could sure write , for a fact.
But the only thing he missed was,
An inspiration that could fulfil his cause !

The world, to him, was a big giant ball,
That couldn’t understand the pain of his fall ,
Or the sadness of his heart , or even the plight of his soul,
As he still searched for his ultimate goal !

His heart said “he could!” ,His mind said it not ,
The more he moved in the mire , the deeper it got !
He had ran out of ideas , ran out of words,
And ran out of the emotions he saw or heard !

But then came an aura , an anonymous one ,
Told him , “when i say this don’t think of a pun”,
“You are not meant to be a geek or a nerd,
Rather you could be the one to change the world” !

Struck-dumb he sat , and boggled he looked,
By the words that the aura had just cooked,
So he smiled and grabbed his good old pen ,
And started to write again and again !

He was still dubious about the fact ,
That the world would change with his act ,
But the aura that had sparkled at night ,
Gave him a reason to write what’s right !


Ps: wink wink ! 😀


The monster under my bed is not a scary one,

It plays with me and I intend no pun.

I know it can harm me but the world’s no less,

no less than a monster or rather a scary mess.

We live in an age of the invisible crime,

occurring at each and every clock’s chime.

Not that its invisible because we don’t see it,

just that we make no effort and blindly sit.


The monster under my bed is not a scary one,

At least not scarier than those with a gun,

or a knife in hand, trying to mask their deed,

done while they were high on crack or weed !

The world that i speak of is a mere circus,

whose clowns are not funny and the stage bears a carcass,

of the humanity that once used to live, alive,

in the hearts of people, pure and naive .

This world whose end i can see so soon,

will shatter in pieces with the rise of the moon.

Even the monster under my bed would cry to survive,

as, to bring a change in this evil world, we strive !!