My body remembers

My body remembers all my cherishing moments;

My body remembers all my failures that needed improvements.

It remembers the brutalizing painful blood;

The blood that flew through my veins.

Paralysing each part my body as it flew away.

Paralysing my body;

Paralysing my emotions;

Paralysing my every memory that hurdled in its way.

My body remembers the innocent acts as a child;

It remembers how the world merely was a small place back then.

My body remembers the warmth of a Mom’s hug;

My body remembers the satisfaction in Dad’s shrug.

But then my soul left my body;

Innocence left my body.

Curiosity left my body.


That child left my body..


The Stormy Sea

After toiling hard through a stormy patch of sea. He nonchalantly sat there in his cabin at peace; with his cup of tea and a ciggerate dangling down his fingers.

In the meanwhile, someone knocked the door of his cabin. Swiftly keeping his tea on the table besides and his ciggerate in the ash tray.

He stood went on ahead to open the door.And he saw a dark shadow ogling him right in his eyes.

Yes. There he was again. “The messenger of misery” again right at his door. All he did then was welcomed him in his cabin(life) with a firm handshake and a smile.

And by repetitively doing this he happily lived ever after.



There he stood with all his pride,

Thinking about the day he first cried.

But the scars made him vulnerable.

Pain from the messenger of misery became intolerable

He decided on give up his life unbearable.

The louder he moaned,

The more it used to hurt.
He wore the drape of depression,

After nothing left, some motivation.

He wrote some last words for his loved one,

Laughing over about how life finally won!

Standing at the end of the year,

Winds silently howling his ear.

Trying to remember all the good memories;

But the cries of his heart didn’t let the good memories win.
Those brutalising thoughts kept on stabbing him through his chest,

Every stab made him Clare why he was right to take this step.

The voices in his head,

The mournings from his bed.

Made him think that the world wouldn’t be affected just by him.
And for his last cry.

He sobbed so hard that his eyeballs popped out.

His proud jaws ruptured.

He sobbed so hard that his ribs fractured,

Puncturing his lungs
He saw himself from above,

Pale, depressed and all dead.

It was a state of dillemma.

There was music and too much whites.
In an hour he came back to his conscience.

And later he realised that he had been to heaven.

And he thrived to life this time.

Making the life to cry.

And he lived happily ever after.

– Gaurang Nanda


There he stood beyond the  humongous wall,

In search of the tinniest place to crawl.

Surrounded by the  endless skies,

Where the gorgeous horizon nowhere to be seen.

Was he on a beach with the lovely people and the the place where the sea loves the sand.

or was he on the universe of stars where

the sky was bright and the stars were dark

A place where the dark falls on the light

rather than light on the dark ,

or was that just an illusion


He decide to take a leap of faith

And jumped over the horizon.

What did he find?