Thoughts are like butterflies, flittering about, never still and sometimes, if you’re lucky, one of them decides to perch on you and something beautiful happens. Butterscotch Butterflies is a dedication to thoughts with a bit of a crunch! It’s deliciously sweet and irresistibly luring. When you take thoughts to the next level, they become realities; something comes into existence. If my writing stirs you, leave a comment, I'd like to know what you think!
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Sunday, April 11, 2021
An Apology
Sunday, January 24, 2021
Snowfall
Puffs of clouds come snowing down,
it weaves a blanket so cold…
It sends a ripple of excitement,
this is a sight to behold!
Time freezes over, I stand mesmerised,
enraptured by its beauty…
Don’t call me inside to do my chores,
I’m on a break, I’m off-duty!
I’ve been magically trapped
in my grandma’s snow globe…
but I’m thoroughly enjoying this,
I’m no chiono-phobe!
I catch some on the palm of my hand,
so light to touch, like cotton candy…
I think to myself, it’s about time
I poured me some of that golden brandy.
O’ what fun it is, to walk
on a carpet of pristine white snow.
I just can’t resist making a few balls,
watching them hit as I throw.
I’m slowly freezing all over,
but there’s a warm glow inside.
I’ve had my fill but I’m greedy for more,
I can’t let this feeling slide.
The brain takes over,
‘I’ve had my fun in the snow’.
But the heart protests,
‘Stay a bit longer, don’t go.’
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Covid Be Done Now
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
A thousand frogs!
to find my gorgeous prince...
or must I await my sweetheart
to awaken me with a lingering kiss?
Should I let my hair down
and let him climb into my heart...
O' must I be trapped in this beastly life
and await the coming of my true love?
Love, love and more love...
will there be anything more that I'll ever need?
A thousand frogs must I kiss
to find my charming prince?
18/11/14
Monday, November 10, 2014
कुछ सवाल
Thursday, November 6, 2014
The Night
her veil has hid the light.
She is made of dreams
and stardust, this sparkly sprite!
Her eyes, myriad pools aglow
they hypnotize and delight.
From her lips, the nectar flows
the elixir of life excite.
She hums her enchanting spell
one cannot escape without a fight.
The mighty Hercules, Orion, the Great Bear...
guard her fortress tight.
In her cloak, she beckons them
the tired souls, the trite.
She nurses them in her arms
and makes them feel alright.
Her bosom heaves in mild waves
her tresses entangle quite.
The calm, it settles upon her children
- ever so slight.
In her womb, the dreams are born
ready to take flight.
They dance upon the eyelids
some placid, some give a fright!
An angel, a nurturer, a lover
a seductress, a cunt, I cite.
O' she's all that and more...
it depends, how you view her tonight.
06/11/14
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Meet me at Dawn
I've been lost in the shadows of the past
I fell into abyss,
The guiding stars were there all along
I had shut my eyes so tight, I had!
I'd missed to see them,
You've been searching for me in the day
as I've been looking for you in the night
will our paths ever cross,
These hearts, they cannot connect
we've got to meet at a point,
be lost in these forests of the night.
Meet me there,
at the end of the night,
at the beginning of light...
Wait for me there, my sweet
at the brink of time,
Friday, January 17, 2014
Stars in her eyes
17/01/2014
Saturday, August 10, 2013
खामोशी
ना किसी के होने का एहसास ;
ख़यालों का ये शोर है ...
इनही से है गुफ्तगूं ,
इनही से दिल मिलनसार है ।
कभी सोचती हूँ मान ही लूं
कि येही मेरे हमराज़ हैं ,
फिर सोचती हूँ
कि ये भी क्या बात है ।
Friday, December 28, 2012
About this lad...
He came from a far-away land...
Not in an armour, shining and bright
Nor on a horse, glistening white.
He did not sweep me off my feet
Or tell endless tales of his glorious feats.
He did not even try to charm and delight
He just kept the conversation light.
And when we parted on a merry note
He handed me a glass rose.
We typed more than we talked
Texted and texted whole night long...
For in the rush of the day
We were busy, happy and gay.
Present elsewhere, but always in thought
Each, the other's company, sought.
And though in distance, we were far apart
They were his words, that touched my heart.
He has travelled far and wide
And yet, in his roots, he seeks a bride.
Each so different from the other
Must've been intriguing, rather.
His voice- tender, behold!
Comes straight from his heart- pure gold.
Never the one to say- 'No'
I think he's a good sport!
His adventures, I find exciting
Bungee jumping, biking and hiking...
I'm a dreamer and he's a doer
In him, I may have found a partner...
Saturday, September 1, 2012
ये अल्फाज़
Saturday, August 25, 2012
सोयी पड़ी थी देर तक
ये ख्वाब
आज क्या नई बात है
25/08/2012
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Funny Bunny
to a distinguished lady mummy.
All of bunny-friends came with money
to shower blessings on sweet sonny.
"Look, what long ears it has."
crowed the rooster, "Fit for my morning jazz!"
"Look at those whiskers and his nose."
admired the pig, "It's pink like me, just like rose."
"Ooh! What gems, those ruby eyes!"
Tweeted the birds from the skies.
"What white fur,"
hissed the snake, with a slur.
"But he's soo rooted!"
The wise owl hooted.
It seemed the world stopped moving,
the crowd started disapproving.
"Your sonny's got no bounce!"
Giggled the gaggle with a pounce.
The new mommy encouraged and cheered her sonny,
but all it did was blink like a dummy.
"Isn't it funny," someone said, "this bunny!"
From then on they called him Funny Bunny.
He looked at the big world pass by,
what else could he do but cry?
Funny Bunny could not hop,
that was the sorrow of his pop.
"Take him to the wizard,"
suggested the big black lizard.
But all the voodoo and charms
did the boy more harm.
For he became more grounded
and fair-square rounded!
Mom and pop did lament,
poured over their hearts, cement.
The boy grew up thus
like a rock on the earth, bulbous.
No words of wisdom, no advice
no friends, relatives or otherwise...
dejected and ridiculed,
he felt like the tiniest molecule.
Then one day a grasshopper came,
the highest sprint-hopping dame.
Funny Bunny could not believe his eyes
when he saw her touch the skies.
Wonder-struck and amazed he was,
to see her hop without a pause.
She sensed that she was being watched
and seeing the admiration felt quite touched.
She said, hopping on his nose bare,
"Tell me love, why do you stare?"
Funny Bunny turned beetroot-red
and nervously, shook his head.
Then he told her his story,
the life he's led, so sorry.
She felt that she must help him,
to get him all jumpin'.
So next day she came with the frog
and showed him the hopping styles in vogue.
Funny Bunny tried with all his might,
but in his heart, he was full of fright.
They tugged and pushed him to rectify the fault
and even put him on a catapult.
But poor Funny Bunny could not come through
and each time his fear grew.
Tired and bewitched, on the ground they dropped,
all their hopes and plans had flopped.
They agreed that they jumped from their heart
and realised the problem with a start!
"Sometimes all you need is faith,
a dream to dream and a bit of fate.
So hop Sunny Bunny, from your heart
and let your life jump-start."
Funny Bunny stood inspired,
hope melting down his ire.
Dullness gone, he was on fire,
it was as if his feet were on spire.
Thrilled by his hop, he was happy and gay,
the animals watched in disbelief, what could they say?
Funny Bunny hopped and hopped,
he was jumping, as they had hoped.
That's how it all worked out honey,
Funny Bunny was now Sunny Bunny.
Everybody cheered and thanked the friends,
this is how the story ends.
17/02/2011
Dedicated to my little brother, Eshan.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
On a lonesome Tuesday night
Friday, August 1, 2008
My friend forever
On Friendship Day.
Friday, June 2, 2006
Friends or lovers
Wednesday, March 1, 2006
हमें शर्म बहुत आती है |
हमारी साँस रुक जाती है |
उनकी एक निगाह हमपे पड़ती है
और हमारी आँखें झुक जाती हैं |
कुछ दिल की बात कहना चाहते हैं
पर हमारी आवाज़ गुम हो जाती है |
वो कहते हैं हमसे कुछ बात
हमारी तो धड़कन ही थम जाती है |
उनको ना देखें तो हम बेचैन हैं
हमारी तबियत बिगड़ जाती है |
दिल का ऐसा हाल है
पर हमें शर्म बहुत आती है |
वो सुचते हैं हम मगरूर हैं
सच्छी में, हमें शर्म बहुत आती है |

