Echos in the ripples of the consigning wave.

Kept calling your name with fortitude.

Marvelling at your shadowed sight.



You felled down,

bowed like hypocrites.

And then expected

a return to show that face.

You poured down

of what you were feeded,

You remained in the

boxes that were given.



Things aren’t fair or just

All are painted with same color,

Rights are wrongs and wrongs are rights.

When the one shouts for rights

there is no unison,

All bathing in the same blood..

When the distinction of zero and one

are faded with concoction, then,

following shall be Dire destructions.



The wrongs bellied in bogged assuages,

There shall be then no return,

When then thy fall

in the pit of conflagration,

Ignorant and blinded by qualm lights.

Ye! Well then be a zombie?

Eventually crying out with contrite heart.

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Lost ‘me’

Fiery eyed, passion and raging blood.

Since when I lost myself in the dunes of smudgy cruxes.

Oh, see the time’s tyranny, Ahaa!! , trampling me to extreme.

Robbed time to solve the jig saw of typifying broken-mirror,

In each I saw a forlorn me.

My institutions,

Tirading, jolting, giving me the electrifying shock.

                    Conspicuous web of dilemma hovering me,

The love,  the anchor is weak withering me,

Turning me to a vacuous vegabound,

The gossamer of me shaking.

Me,  bereft of ‘me’.

Comeback ‘me’!! …

Oh God of universe!  return me the ‘me’  that I meant to be with.

Entwining,   eventually with the ‘lost me’.



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Sheen (A collaboration)

A collaborative work with Pragya.

I am profoundly grateful for her kindness and humbleness for collaborating with me, she is an archetype of positivity she trails behind .

Her ardent readers know her very well for her welcoming and sweet nature she naturally carries. (Just beware of creeps, lol).

Her works stand out for her brilliance, her epic style of thinking and writing foremost her keen interest as a seeker of spectral knowledge makes her what she is know as the

“Pearlpoetess “.

Pragya, pearl poetries.



As black as the charcoal,
Tantamount to shimmery calmness,
These when given perchance
Smothered to give the belligerent eminence.


Our reveries
Burnt down to numb, frowned ashes.
Contemplated musings
Rise up as rusted-red, glittery yellow flames.


This black beauty
Espoused many dignitaries.
Ardent zeal for the fuel
Caused ordeal of disharmony.


We burn
Underneath the canopy of worldly
Conventions, lacklustre rejections.


The nature cries at their,
Shambling incense,
Burning their morals and conscience
Their lustre succumbing to ashes.


Brittle scowls, porous screams go unheard
Until hollow darkness swallows
our dead wishes’ remains.
Until our souls turn to cold, dark charcoal.


The odyssey of life,
We ace the superficiality
But lies in the heart of charcoal .
The priceless, that was,
moulding and transforming
Throughout these ages.


Now we shimmer,
Sublime, crystal dead souls with no hues.
Voiceless voids in grief-stricken bodies


Underneath the canopy of worldly
Conventions, glamorous exceptions .
Choked, tangled perceptions
Enclosed in scarlet, black just coffins
Marked by desires, lust and greed.
We shimmer,
In the name of diamonds.


The diamond from the
Amorphous carbon,
Voicing the enigmatic tale,
Pellucid human being,
behind the glitzy wall
Pervicacious, furiously
tasting this insatiate greed.


Among these, it wasn’t the carbon
But equivocally, human bleed.

©Pearlpoetries and !ns¡ght

By Pragya and Aquib.

Logo : Nandita



Things are not as they seem dear,
It’s apparently magnificent but it’s all pseudo.
You cry for loses each day and shed tears
In the oblivious night you remained silently awake ,
For the reason untamely tepid.



These flummoxing flap to glide across,
Realm after realm, stars after stars,
But again it’s pseudo my dear…
Didn’t you see the cage around?
These glitzy wall, chandeliers and
Candle lights…
Flash lights and neon signs blinding thy eyes?



There shall be remorse and catanonic plights,
Vituperation and consigning ramparts.,
Will mellow down the fire and flame,
With all that you started will crumble back to its initial state.



I can’t smile at your pseudo business affairs,
And see you floundering in the sea of pseudo opulence,
Among all mirrors that showed your mights,
But you missed your own reflexion yourself, my dear! .



The truth you missed and ignored,
Was the one that will set you free,
I can only, but say,
My lines here die in fondue of immortality,
I neither have penies nor stardust,
I left these words and few sentences,
Hither and thither.



If you get out of your pseudo palace,
These permuting surrounding will shout at you.
And make you deaf until you crumble in the sporic wall …
Until you mould and transform.
And shed the wall and transform
Into vivid shiny butterfly..


Tried a Haiku… For you..

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Deep in the treasure of yester days,

Lies mysteries embedded in the memories of forgotten tales.

That past heralding the echoes in ear,

Reminding those of declining days.

Time that bore forsaken fruit,

Thundered in the heavenly canopy,

The roads where mind roam freely

Reminding me it’s only a fallacy.

At Nights watching that firefly.

Brothers that only smiled,
love that starlit stardust had

Reminding me, its the oblivion that I had.

Those fairy tales that echoed;

Of tales where the love wins;

Of the truthful that never would be deceived,

Reminding of the relics fancied.

Running racing with the wind

That breeze shushed, sashaying the hint

To fervor frantically wedging it’s girth

Falling facing the divine prisma

Reminding me it’s lost under the sham stigma

Moulding as the tectonic plates shifts.

Sailing around the sun,

With time that all started

Will be sundered at the dead end,

Reminding of the Hour that belittlingly belied.


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(would be posting new poems/prose in a while , God willing, pardon me now. 🤗🤗) .


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Zephyr pecked my ears,
And Kissed bygone years.


hibiscus bloomed, pollen spreads,
smells the love’s petrichor, tears sear.


flowing down the aisle of cheeks ,
Yet you smiled with so meek.


Cloud bursted fears and bliss,
Hiding the sun behind, it gleamed.


have profoundly abominable diadem ,
But y’r pulchritude dissolves my mayhem.


have a candor belief, your embrace
Your aura is ardor, killed my nebulous grace.


Shining stars permeate our stardust
your radiance filled my nights’ darkness.


Declining are days as we grey and senesce,
Our love brewed the ardor deep in the chalice.


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The ballad of the wall. 



I sat on the doorstep of abandoned house.

Scattered torn and spilled, Grothous*.

Amazed by, sycamore and teak tree.

Standing telling the history.

Look I saw, broken toys and dolls.

The carvings on walls

The children echo from alls.

Pearls like shine, in my eyes.

As the tears fall down.

Family and brethren all gone.


Diverging lights from the walls.

Carcasses of food and females stalls.

All clotted with blood and free.

Telling me the dreadful history.

Causulities and collateral damage.

Was sited by me, the house I could only see.

The silent cries agony and pain.

Was so evident.

My hands and feet trembled, precedent.

Can’t you see the misery.?

When the deaf hears the history.

The house has a clot, broken and still.

Breath no air and looks for its kin.

‘Go bring me, my inhabitants’, :yellin’.

Walls of house I see you tellin’

In my hands there is no wands,

Can take the balls back to cannons.


There you see a child smiling,

It used to be, now stucked in a framing.

This innocent has yet no wings.

Now in a this earth, draped in white.

Waiting for a day for all his smiles.

The daughters, son and people

The brethren and all kith and kin.

On the floor you stand has blood spills

The innocent did nothing but has bearings.

I stand losing their hope, I wasn’t strong to cope.

The sound of the cries,

The shout of of missiles,

I wasn’t strong enough to hold.

Alas, the dust has it all,

My friend all you need to do

Is spread the message.

For innocent life’s is precious

Behold to the Rope of the Most Gracious.

This life is one, a gift and a test.

For there lies a recompense.

For the soul who doeth the wrong.,

Surpasses the worldly law,

Will grabbed by the forelocks.

On the day that is bound to come.

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I sat on the doorstep of abandoned house.

Scattered torn and spilled, Grothous.

Amazed by, sycamore and teak tree.

Standing telling the history


Four words story.

They live,

you sleep.

*Name of this imaginary house, Means a place of safety.

A repost.

Poem ‘Untitled’

Love story


a poem life

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Images do not belong to me.


Sagacious Dilemma (A Collaboration) 

 I am glad to present you the collaborative poem. I hope it tickle your taste buds.

Please do Follow the esteemed and insighted blogger Nandita Gupta from poetic periscope. I am grateful for her efforts and it was such a spontaneous poem i must add. She is too young but her thoughts are extremely sublime and streamlined, an extremely logical person .


Poetic periscope

Sagacious Dilemma, a repost. ***

The fight between me and the devil that resides ..

The craving of bad things the desires of wrong…But everytime I kill it…It adds  a charm to my beauty of soul

The darkness of night in which devil is powerful in that darkness I seek lessons from that.

The crusade against that devil of mine

That craves me out for felony acts and desire of perverse pride..

I set a rage against thine; rage rage against the dying of light

Those scars of struggle then turn;

into the glowing charm of ‘following and remembering the Divine.’

The darkness of night in which devil whispers his knell,

So powerful and ferocious are those chants of ‘death-spells’.



The divinity I face is far superior than those,

Feeling of a halo charms kill all malevolence. 

I rise up high and high in honour and persona.

Since I gave up all my worldly diaspora.

Those black and white things.

That sojourn innately in our own beings.

Those callous mortals often succumb to these.

Leeching to the blackness Supreme.


And Then I turn up again standing in the mid-flow of mighty stream once again!

With the undying faith in my heart

While this time- I whisper in my devil’s ear…

You are just a stream and I am the Storm.

The Good and White shall always sustain and your darkness and evil shall surely perish again and again.

By heart the message from God and you shall be saved from seeing the mirror on the ‘day of judgement’ and escape the sight of your eerie life that went in vain.



The trepidation of the jacquard boulevard,

I swayed far away smelling the cryptic carroding tars,

I hatched out from the paltry reprisals

Gathering small lights that scatter.

It pierced the shadows of the darkness,

I sung the tune; a divine tune,

That I received from the rope of the Almighty.

Bewildering cantankerous bulwarking walls.

I embark to the alley treaded by refulging stars.

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Poetic periscope and !ns¡ght. 


Nandita Gupta 

Aquib khan.




Gloomy days and haunt full nights

Each day a tirading swaps of echos of plight

Without smile and lips frowned at fights

With each dark moment and

With people masquerading sights

Without the soft hand of bricked heart and mind ,

Without the fake-ness that reached heights

I smiled through  every walking’s side ..

Sycophancy, hypocrisy, nepotism, and dark Whispers of insanity,  peaked.

Alas, they can’t discern the pungent quality they themselves deceived.

The fundamentals of all believes, their blackness cannot receive.

They die each day for they forget it’s all ‘ the inevitable’s leave’. And

All I can do is smile at their dodgy  beliefs.
Junk files in the mind need purging,

Or need a scathing and shredding,

See, then, the mind and soul  synchronizing.

“Smiling now, the last



©!ns¡ght. All rights reserved.



Life’s game


Life twist

Life takes so many odd turns that it becomes incomprehensible at many times. We did not realize the aftermath of the decisions we take, always have a constant thinking that the ‘get going’ would be smooth without any hurdles.

Contrary to our assumptions and planning a volcano like thing erupts that destroy the mood and elixir of our pre- disposed selves , life becomes a mesh and looks like a difficult maze where the exit is no where.

Life’s turns…

Do we have a feeling of bed of roses?

Life is full of thorns without poises.

What is it takes to live!!! its not just breaths and beats,

Amalgamate hardship and many such things.

Some do have blinkers on

Do not have time and scope to see them all

they enjoin within the glitzy humdrums and pleasures

They succumb to Leechiness

And aloof from life’s treasure.

Bards numbers do linger

Life is not eternal but declensional

It’s definitely significant and beneficent.

We must value it for it has a next life

To prosper and grow and be steadfast in light.

We have the questions to be answered

For the day is waiting and the moment to come

Have we ever pondered over the wrongs we have done?

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repost* …i dunno why i was so obsessed with games……