Just a nought, a cipher, that’s all I am!


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , , , , on Sunday, October 16, 2016

I watered the little sapling
Dreaming of a cool and shaded tomorrow
And the fruits that, someday, I may reap off it,
Forgetting that the young one was just a subtle herb.

I bit into the juicy fruit
Aspiring health and wellness eternal,
While worrying too about its unknown origins,
Forgetting, in the process, to savour its taste.

I hurried on and on, on the endless busy road,
Squeezing through to make it before everyone else,
As if racing the very earth and time itself,
Forgetting to look around, staying ever unaware.

I’ve lived through many relations
Some - with casual dedication, others - responsibly,
Ever awaiting a perfect life full of perfect people,
Forgetting to live the little moments that were life too, in fact.

I laid bricks upon bricks
Raising my walls higher than my neighbours’,
Seeking to build a tower that reached heavens,
Forgetting that I only needed a house with a roof.

Back at it again

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , on Monday, March 03, 2014

Here I am, back at it again
Playing with the frayed hems
Scratching open healed wounds
Pulling those old heartstrings

I am listening to that song again
With the intro that wouldn't end
I am searching the right words again
To describe what I cant understand

I cant see clear and straight again
Loving the fog and haze again
With both my hands outstretched
I'm waiting to be reached out again

Overflowing my poor heart again
Trying to see the way I used to again
Starting the incomplete story again
Here I am, back at it again


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , on Saturday, May 11, 2013

I never came up and said hi,
Never did you too smile back.
And that was that to our story,
It never began never did it end.

For this today I truly apologise
To you and to you and to all of you,
For having once dreamt a life
And now living an entirely another.

I fall in love quite easily
And just as easily move on too,
With a name, a face and a few wishes
Bundled up as memories cherished.

For this today I truly apologise
To you and just to you alone,
Not for living the best dream with me
But for being the one yet the last.

The Surface and the Deep

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , , , on Saturday, September 08, 2012

I see the surface of sea,
I see knowledge and acceptance.
And yet I sense, underneath,
An enigma that is the ocean.

A sense of understanding,
With clarity and consciousness,
Followed by proper planning,
The future I've thus devised to face.

Always, yet, something there is
That makes me shift my steady gaze
From path that I have readied
Towards an unknown mysterious maze.

I break the calm of surface
And take a plunge into the deeps.
A thought yet in my mind stays,
'I'll have to in time come up to breathe.'


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , , , , , , on Sunday, September 02, 2012

I feel a hole inside me,
An emptiness reborn.
Not much unlike a long lost war
That was fated to be won.

I dig and dig within me,
To free this wretched thing
That despite all my best efforts
To die, keeps on denying.

Today I've found you again
And freed you from this shell.
New life I hope for you my friend,
The best of my care as well.



ci•pher (also cy•pher) /ˈsī-fər/ noun
1 a secret way of writing, especially one in which a set of letters or symbols is used to represent others 
2 a code: a message in cipher 
3 (formal, disapproving) a person or thing of no importance. 
4 (BrE) the first letters of sb’s name combined in a design and used to mark things.
— Middle English cifre, from Old French, from Medieval Latin cifra, from Arabic ṣifr, from ṣafira, to be empty, translation of Sanskrit śūnyam.

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