Being A #dentist in #India

Young mind, young soul, so much to explore, and so many fingers pointing at you saying : dentist huh??



Yet, you are happy having more burns from prostho rather the cooking, endo will teach you how the smallest things matter and at the end of the day you’ll realise that life isn’t going to be filled with fragrance but you will extract the best out of it anyway .


Luxury never appealed to me,

I like simple things,







Who understands





#Red #flowers over your #grave.

Whilst some portray the Sun, many depict the moon, few adorn the shade & a lot of them, the city heritage : as the roads they take.

In journeying through life, I never imagined I’d write about a place where all the traveller’s go, to paint the gloomy horror of the tomb.

It’s human nature to stand in the middle of a thing & wonder in nothingness. You can not stand here still, the memories will haunt you, until you wish how would she has been if there was no such thing as death?

Sometimes I am afraid to drop our moments somewhere into this chaotic world. Dropped things are bound to sink. I don’t wanna loose you. Your memories are all that I have.

Red flowers over your grave; they beautifully depict your grace; wildflowers beside it and the various shades; Is it dark out there? Please don’t be afraid I am here, sitting beside you.I remember you with love,I think of you as a butterfly guiding me to the skies

With hope

I believe,

We will meet again soon,

So far,








An #Ode to #HER.

There is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that place.”CHARLES BUKOWSKI

Dear Ammi,

Since you’re gone, lots of thing has changed; I wish you’d have been here so I’d have hugged you all the same. But when I think about you,there’s been hardly three-four times when I actually showed my affection or been in your arms.

When a little child is being fed, the mother often covers what the child spills to give false sense of all is well.Your presence was doing that for me. “Loud noise for subtle numbing”

Longing makes an eternity out of each moment but In my dreams you’re still with me,I was happier when you stood for me, even against me;
then you move away
but All you could take was the body.
My share is your voice, your half lit smiles, your anger, and the glimmer in your eyes. But the dear soul of yours, I keep searching for that in the night sky.

Times like these are making me harder to cope,it’s exactly been a year today (16th Nov’2017) when I got a call and I got to know you were NO more. I still remember,I couldn’t believe them. Why they didn’t wait at the hospital for longer? I still ask myself why wasn’t I present? what would have been your last words to me?

Come back.
My life is seeking you, your playful cheer,your anger, your support
And that sudden pain in your voice.
There are still years of hour-long days before me without you. what should I do with those?

In moments between togetherness, trust and loss,
My-self is lost
And yet people say
You dominate me
And yet I sleep every night quaking, shivering, missing,
Thinking of you.

The same cloud ringing over my head,
I wish you were here to save me from myself; sleeping wasn’t possible; awake with the white of sorrow; Usually fearless why am I scared to be happy now?

#Within #our #Heart.

A hundred drums are being beaten within our heart, the roar of which we shall hear tomorrow. They say in the heart of every atom is a courtyard for You; until You
unbar it, it will remain in concealment.

It is not I at the door, but You; grant access, open the door to Yourself.



#No edges

The clear bead at the center
changes everything. There are
no edges to my passion now.
You’ve heard, it said

a window that opens from one
mind to another, but if there’s
no wall, there’s no need for fitting the window, or the latch.

“It’s better to burn out than fade away”

I could stare at these candles forever. Watching the flames flicker;orange and gold. Those used to be my favourite colors before I got used to white and the cluelessness in my life.

Sometimes it moves in torrid patterns; just like the times when our eyes gleam talking passionately about something we love. The other time the flame WANES, as our heart does in desperation. Yet it raises up sparkling more bright than ever before vanishing into doom; it fights and fights as the time flies by;so the flame is me and it is I






Perhaps we’re all that’s left of what we were.

Perhaps the time will decide what I have and what I’ll leave behind.

Perhaps the beauty actually lies within for in the end it’s all that you can take.

Perhaps I am an island and my shores have shifted.

Perhaps It is I you have been looking for in the crowd.

Perhaps this narrative is entirely personal.

“Perhaps to be kept a secret; Perhaps to be shared”


“It tickles; when it touches my clavicles”!!

But before I start unlocking my own reflection; I wanna change the mirror that showed me hope.

Yet_ the deeper I crawl away
the more tangled I become;

Sometimes I wanna trend the whole year to get just yesterday back again_Please;let me know it’s okay to accept what I crave?

For ;Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love!!

For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
And all must love the human form:))

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