Crime… inevitable…

“Here I am wondering how to force feed a creative mind with boring facts. Hoping and paying little heed to the fact that maybe somewhere it might be considered a crime.”
                                                                                                                                      -Ak the Wordsmith

I’m bleeding…


I’m bleeding… It doesn’t hurt

I’m bleeding… I’ve never felt so good

I’m bleeding… I’ve never felt anything like this before

I’m bleeding… It’s truly an amazing feeling

I’m bleeding… I don’t want to stop

I’m bleeding… All over the page

I’m bleeding… Fountains of words flowing incessantly

and they both lived happily ever after… or did they?

They are in Grade 2,

Best friends.

The first and final dance on Titanic’s song.

Its compulsory. Partners to be chosen by the instructor.

Alas! This dance was not meant to be his.

How he felt, hard to remember but rather easy to imagine.

‘The day’ arrives

He decides to play pirates with a friend instead.

She, you ask? Maybe she danced with someone or maybe not. he will probably never know.

End of Grade 3, he transfers to a different school.

12 years later, he is informed from reliable sources that she is now married.

How he feels today… well, that is for him to know and for you to imagine and then feel with him.

As for the question in the subject of the post, not so sure about the ‘both’ part.



Recipe for writing…


– A secluded area which will serve as your kitchen. It could be a private study or the actual place about which you wish to write.
– A pen/pencil or any other instrument you wish to use.
– A piece of paper or any other material on which to write on i.e.smartphone, laptop, tablet etc
– The will to write
– A clear mind
– A topic to write on. You may have decided on a topic beforehand, if not, just let the art of spontaneous thought work its wonders.


Well, I wonder if there is a predefined method for writing. Also, every writer’s mind works in its unique way and it would be hard to specify one method. Just need to gather up the right ingredients, hoist up the sails and embark on a journey of a lifetime.

Happy writing everyone…

The Mind Game…

This is the first of those times
It seems difficult, so I find
To determine what’s on your mind
Even though it is an art of mine

The feeling that I get
When you look at me
How I wish to know
What you think of me

The look that you have
When you see me there
You leave me wondering
In all my despair

That smile on your face
What it actually means
Now and forever
Will remain a mystery to me

I long for the day
That moment in time
When you will smile at me
And I would know what’s on your mind



Pie…à la mode

It was in the month of october
that I visited it the first time,
I don’t recall seeing you there
as I clearly remember in my mind

It was the first day of february
when my work brought me back,
I wonder if I recall correctly
you were then clad in black

Within a short time
we became good friends,
Just want to say thanks
for all the time spent

I had a lot of fun
just want you to know,
I already had the pie
but you made it à la mode


( This poem was written in memory of a friend presenting the actual events that brought us together )