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


Published by Sanket Rathod under , on Saturday, December 22, 2007

I am Sanket.
I am a Sign.
A Gesture. An Expression.
A look of an eye. A twitch of a smile.
Know me?
Show me how quick you are.
Catch a glimpse, a nod, a word, a touch.
A Sanket.
I am a meaning.
Define yourself.
I am an omen.
Decide yourself.
A message, a hope, a ray of light, a lovenote, you wrote yourself.
I am Sanket.
I am a mystery, a fantasy - imagine yourself. I am an epic in two syllables itself.
I am Sanket.
I am a cipher.
Come. Decipher Yourself.


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , on Thursday, July 12, 2007

A long time has passed.
Dust has settled on me and around.
This room has grown old and grey.
The masterpiece I had promised myself
Has not even started to take form.
And I too am lost in this stretch of time.

But now you come and awake me,
Stir life in this dead and decayed place,
Write your name on the dust on my desk,
With a gentle scribble of your fingers.
I get up and follow you out of the room
Forgetting the masterpiece, now complete, behind.


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , , , , on Monday, April 30, 2007

I shut myself.
The least I can help
My poor little mind.
Solace, it finds, confined.

I lock the door,
With locks five or four.
I leave a window ajar,
To world, outside yet far.

I peep outside,
Past late at night
And attempt to interact
With silence in fact.

And then I smile,
With world reconcile.
There's a glowing light
Far, yet in sight.

I'm not alone
To darkness prone.
There are others too
In dark, who, light pursue.

My Life

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , on Saturday, April 21, 2007

A moment at a time
A lifetime I live out
For tomorrow I wait
When I meet my life

Tomorrow reveals itself
Unleashing mist and fog
Hiding my way from me
Fencing me from my life

A step at a time
Towards my life I trot
Though unclear is the path
I see her not so far

Where will she lead me?
Where will I lead us?
My life still lies in fog
But hand in hand we’ll walk

half past noon heat

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , on Monday, April 16, 2007

It's making my mind race
This half past noon heat
It's making my eyes shut and open
And slowly I'm starting to like it

My thoughts stray into dreams
That, watch at day, I dont dare to
And the sweat on my chest
Is trickling down where I want you

Please hold your scarf steady
Don't once let it slide down
To reveal underneath the skin sweaty
Turning in the heat from peach to brown

It's making my hands race
This half past noon heat
It's making your eyes shut and open
And slowly you're starting to like it

Too Big to Believe

Published by Sanket Rathod under , on Monday, April 09, 2007

The world is too big to believe.
I think it ends there,
At that tree,
The last one that I see.
And that bend
Seems the gate of the world.
That's where I came from,
Doesn't matter where from.
And through it I'll go out,
Doesn't matter where to.

The world is too big to believe.
I think it ends there,
At that piece of land,
Where the end of my shadow falls.
And beyond it
Lies a world all unknown.
I know I haven't come from,
Then why must it matter to me.
I know I won't even go to,
Then why must it matter at all.

I & Sky

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , on Sunday, April 01, 2007

In my heart
I feel it strong
In my mind
I know it's wrong

Atop a cliff
I'm standing staring down
Whisper of wind
Is the only sound

If I jump
I think I'll fly
But that's not
Quite acceptable to sky


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , on Sunday, April 01, 2007

I looked into his face
My end's, my destruction's
Didn't move an inch
Looked right into his eyes

Yes I was a hero

I was afraid
And frozen in fear
Too weak to step up and fight
He missed his aim

Yes I was a hero

I do it everyday
Consruct my destruction
Then face it again
And if I survive

I am a hero

And If he misses

I am a hero

There are times when...

Published by Sanket Rathod under on Tuesday, March 13, 2007

There are times when loneliness
Is felt amidst a crowd.
And the emptiest, most silent place
Laughs out hollow and loud.

There are times when what you seek
Is growing wild all around.
And look for you, the great and meek
When you dont want to be found.

There are times when happiness
Tastes like a draught of gloom.
And The Paradise of Grace
Is found in The Dessert of Doom.

There are times when every dream
Is counted unjust unfair.
And the wish-fulfilling stream
Is all but a dark, damp, nightmare.

And there are times when life's tide
Turns forever low, dry and stone hard.
It's when you know each taken stride
Is a step closer to The Final-Yard.

My Search

Published by Sanket Rathod under , on Wednesday, March 07, 2007

I am still searching.
What for? I'm still wondering.
Is it answers to my questions?
Or itself questions?

The darkness around me is growing,
Within me entering.
Myself even I cannot find
Did I leave it somewhere behind?

May be I never had
Just in a mundane body I was clad
The true 'I' will come along
After going a distance long

Night Fight

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , on Monday, March 05, 2007

I am tired, feel sleepy
But tommorrow is where I don't want to be
It's past too late
Yet I don't want to go to bed
Because then
I wouldn't know when
Shall come the morning
Without a warning
And will just start the day
The "I don't want" way
So I won't sleep
A promise I know I won't keep
After an hour or two
Like all, I'll lose this battle too
But untill then I'll fight
To try and outlive the night


Published by Sanket Rathod under on Wednesday, February 28, 2007

I see it when it is not in front of me
And even when the bearer is hiding it from me

I see it in the morning when my eyes see their first sight
Till the evening when the sun sets & sets the last ray of light

I see it when I’m sipping on a hot mug of coffee
Or when spiced with ginger and mint is half a cup of tea

I see it when a cook grinds cinnamon and clove
Or when a roasting chapatti swells on a burning stove

I see it in the fragrance of a freshly mown lawn
And clearly if there is fog and dew that very morn

I see it when I hear the rustle of the leaves
Or when I smell the scent that the hot earth, when wet, brews

I see it in the sound of bells from the distant temples
Or when in the noise of crowd, I hear the chime of bangles

I see it in my mind residing in every thought
Sometimes weaving a poetry, sometimes a fairytale plot

I see it in the starlit sky, stretched on the Milky Way
And in my dreams I see it, when my eyes closed stay

In brightest light I see it, I see it in darkness
It is all that I see now, it is your shining face


Published by Sanket Rathod under , on Wednesday, February 28, 2007

I am lost
In the heap of myself
Squeezed to nothing
And stretched to infinity
All strangled up in myself
Twisted and knotted
Every bit incomprehensible

I am thrown beyond the end
In the confinements of infinity
Seeking a crowded solitude
Flying among the forces of gravity
Falling from elevations unreachable
Drowning into depths unsinkable

I am but a dispersed flare
Or am I an extinguished inferno
A glowing darkness, a singing silence
A tower sans base, a corner of a sphere
A thought never conveyed
A language never expressed
I am a blot of wisdom insane

I have no value, no significance
No identity, no existence
I am no matter, no vacuum
No mass, no energy
Just a nought, a cipher
That’s all I am!



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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