Simply Poetry

Whose turn?

Well I have taken it long as the priority tasks have kept me on my toes.Yeah thats Life 😉 Even now i have tiptoed here just to release my rants for a while.So here it is:

We heard them some time ago in Iraq,
day before in US, yesterday in India,
today in Bangladesh and now in saudi
How much more of this do we need
To quarantine a community
when every single explosion
has their name inscribed on it

How much can any human tolerate
the acts of their so called God
who, only they can percieve
while their own brothers cannot
Is it fair to let them populate
the entire world with either their
people or the bodies of others

Why are the communities of humanity
unable to speak against one

Why are the nations unable to curb,
leave alone eliminating terrorism

Hope i get back to all of you soon after setting few things right.

Writing?Whats with it?

The word writing cant change though now-a-days most of us no longer write with pen.we actually TYPE…lol. Yes,i know you will agree.

Though working for a technical industry,my major role is to write,which is one good part of it 😉 well for those who are wondering what all one can write,here are few options.And i would like to add ‘Content writing’ also to it.Read on…..

I am a songwriter, novelist, poet and blogger. I have enjoyed writing for as long as I can remember and try to write at least something every day. It relaxes me. My approaches to writing the above genres vary and I write in each genre depending on what mood I’m in. Songwriting I have been […]

via Forms Of Writing — Bob Findlay Thoughts

Dear Men

A unique confession to all the men shared by a women on the social media has interested me.I would like to share with you all.


Crowded bus and a pretty girl. She walks in and finds no room for herself. Disappointed, she stands next to you. Sudden brakes make her stumble and struggle for balance. You stand close to her with an intention to save her from falling.

A sudden brake again and she falls on your chest. You hold her and help her up.

The rest of it turns into a humiliating tale of how you were slapped and insulted in front of the whole world.
Dear man, I noticed the lone tear that trickled down your cheeks; the drop that you tried to hide because men aren’t supposed to cry in public but women are allowed to humiliate you in public. I am sorry. Please don’t be afraid to help again though you have every reason to.


Dear men, I’m sorry.

The little girl played around happily that evening, smiling and giggling all the way. Her happiness was unbelievably contaminating. It was, as if, everything she touched turned happy. Her little steps on the ground make you miss your new born that you’ve left continents away just to feed your family. You sit there and watch her, finding solace in the sound of her laughter.

A sudden tap on your shoulder breaks your chain of thoughts. And I can hear the cracking sound of your heart when you’re held guilty and suspicious for watching a child for such a long time. They saw in you everything that you were not: a kidnapper, an abuser. They failed to see what you really were: a father.

I’m sorry. That’s all I can say. Please don’t be afraid to see your daughter in little children again; though you have every reason to.


Dear men, I’m sorry.

You fall in love with a girl. Head over heels in love. So much so, that you marry her and make her yours for a lifetime; or so you think. One day, you return from office early to find her with another man. The marriage, obviously, breaks. As if that was not enough, you are asked to pay her half of your earnings. I’m sorry. I wish I could go and help you but a sorry is all that I can utter. I’m ashamed. Please don’t be afraid to love again; though you have every reason to be.


Dear men, I’m sorry.

I am a feminist but that doesn’t make me blind to the unfairness you face; every day of your life. I’m a feminist but all I want is equality and not control over you. I am a feminist and I do not hate you. I am a feminist and I see how wonderful you are and how your intentions are so pure and your love so genuine.

Please don’t hate me. I do not support humiliating you, disrespecting you or gaining control over you.

Dear men, I’m sorry on behalf of all the women who made you think that way.


Addiction(Never exist in isolation)

As humans of the modern world, we hear two sides of it, one is the spirituality version while other is the management version. The “I” and “we” …..but what is that one really wants…let’s be honest.

Philosophy might say

“you are solely responsible

For the happiness within”

But you cannot be selfless

Without being happy for others

Can you?

And that my dear,

Is being addicted to Love

and that you cannot exist

in isolation.

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Monsoon Rain 3

Rain rain go away

Come again another day…

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Source: Oh My



A Tritina

Well,there is this one form(Tritina) i missed out during April and i had to let it flow before it questions me :p

The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.

If future is all that you desire,

Then go ahead my dear

And please do not repent


Act now rather than repent

And fulfill your desire

As this is what you want, o’ dear


If it’s not out of ego, my dear

Let go, there’s nothing to repent

Live thy life as you may desire


If you desire, don’t repent, my dear

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With Love:for poetry

For a change,let me tell you a story 😉 but a real one about a Poetry club.

The Twin City Poetry club is a  forum where lovers of poetry join in celebration of words.It stands as a platform to encourage young, prolific and budding poets who seek some attention to this art. The club stands out among many other groups with its amalgation of languages with the same love for poetry.

The debut anthology titled Lakdi-ka-pul – the poetry bridge is a collection of poems by poets of Twin City Poetry Club, Hyderabad, published by The Blue Stencil, an initiative of Nivasini Publishers.

final cover jpg

This book is an endevour to reproduce the euphoria of poetry recited in the Twin city poetry club meets with special focus to the City of Pearls and is available on Flikart and Amazon.

So, Happy reading!!!




A Call from Mother Earth

On this World Environment day, Let us stop blaming Man for everything. He maybe responsible to a certain extent but the self-guilt accumulated consumes away generations like waiting for the end on a death bed.

Written this in continuation to the Earth day” musings from April  for this World Environment day


I strike a loud bell

for people to hear

Let them understand

I am not solely theirs

either to destroy or


It is not in their hands

to bring back a lost life

Ageing cannot be stopped,

that is not the way of


Yes, it is indeed selfish

to try save me again & again

I know they need me

for them to sustain

But, hear me dear people

of this so called


Every life that is born

has to die some day and

like any other death, has to be


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