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

Red Horizon

Published by Sanket Rathod under , on Tuesday, December 23, 2008

She silently watched the horizon turn red
The day satisfactorily coming to an end
His breath played softly caressing her neck
Her hands still lay held in his hands

He silently watched the horizon turn red
The day grudgingly coming to an end
Few loose locks played softly on her neck
His hands still lay held in her hands

They silently watched the horizon now red
The day had to, had come to an end
He held his breath, she closed her eyes
And wished each other to let go today


Published by Sanket Rathod under on Monday, December 22, 2008

Monsters only lived in books
And books stayed on the shelves
Shelves were a stack of rickety wood
And wood only woodcutters'd sell

Sell and buy was what money did
Money always stayed in wallets
Wallets only grown-ups carried
And grown-ups we never were

We played in fields, on streets, on tracks
In any place anybody'd spare
Places that didn't have any names
And names never had last names

Last was supposed to never arrive
Arrived each year new friends
Friends always came in groups of ten
Ten was the time for bed

Beds were always a lair of tales
Tales of great heroes and villains
Villains weren't always that bad
Except monsters that came back


Published by Sanket Rathod under , on Thursday, December 11, 2008

The memory of being "there"
Finally overwhelms me.
The question I ask is not "where"
But "how long it has been."

My footprints haven't faded yet,
Again I'm tracing them back.
In sands of time they have been set
Only by any long absences' lack.

Still such great loss fills my heart.
The weight of those dead moments
Which, with your thoughts, did part
Lingers, haunts, chokes and torments.

The Flutter

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , on Sunday, November 09, 2008

Your hands are steady, your fingers calm.
Your lips aren't curved, in a smile or a frown.

Your heart is not beating fast or aloud.
Yes, sitting this close, I sure can make out.

But your eyes foretell me anyway,
The flutter on their lashes gives you away.

So, are you framing a very difficult question
Or an answer - perfect - to your expectations?

The River and The Boat

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , on Sunday, November 02, 2008

My love is that of the blatant boat
Seeking pleasure in making the water quiver
Your love is that of the silent river
Embracing the boat, just letting it float


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , on Saturday, October 04, 2008

For Amy

Close your eyes and think of someplace.
No, I can't take you but I'll try and paint.
Only I wish, all the colours you see,
I have on my palette before you dream.

Traveller Unnamed

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , on Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Lost in the woods
The traveller unnamed
Felt quite at home

Found a mysterious book
In language unknown
He read anyway

Saw a lit lamp afar
A flea-bitten shack
He walked away

Reached the end of woods
Finished the book
Didn't like the end

Black and White

Published by Sanket Rathod under on Friday, September 26, 2008

Don't get any closer
Don't dare go away
Just wait right there
Till I lose myself
And my mind

Don't get any closer
Before I close my eyes

I wonder why
I spend so much time
Braiding my hair
That you so like
Thus scattered

I wonder why
Tomorrow again I will

Well let me hide
Behind its black veil
Too long I've been
This pure and white
And survived

Well let me hide
And yet unveil

Don't get any closer
Don't dare go away
Wait one more moment
Till I lose myself

Don't get any closer
Let me

The beginning

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , , , , , , on Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Now you know what you want to feel
It's just that you want me to make you feel it
It's just that I too want you to feel it
And that is exactly why you want to feel it

It's the beginning of this mutual knowledge
That stirs up this chaos of thoughts
Chaos that somehow make perfect sense
Almost like fulfillment of a prophecy

Seems like a colossal yet well contrived conspiracy
Of all elements ethereal and of earth
Seems like the pieces have been forever moving 
Only You and I have just joined in

There is a certain slant of light now
That those dull clouds are obediently sifting
But then the air is humid and heavy 
Ready to shower emotions in rain drop every

There is a cool breeze that wasn’t before
That slowly ruffles your hair and scarf
I can so clearly hear the rustling of leaves
They too are exclaiming the anticipation I feel

I can see the smile you haven’t yet smiled
And I can see that you know I've seen it
I can feel goose bumps all over me
Only they are the result of your anxiety

I know which tune your mind is dancing to now
You have only just perceived its puzzling prelude
But I have already heard the entire symphony
In both our hearts it's loudly beating

I can feel the shiver that's rising in you
I foresee which toes you're going to twitch
I already know the path of the drop of sweat
Trickling on your back even you don’t know where

I can see the explosions of colour in your eyes
I can feel the feelings that possess your heart
I can palpate each beat that your heart's skipping
I can conceive in you the arrival of inevitability

Nothing is now what was a moment ago
And I know it never will be once this one passes
But it will be an eternity before that happens
And I'll tell you it's only the beginning

The beginning of this conspired prophecy
The beginning of this explosive harmony
The beginning of this heart & soul piercing melody
The beginning of this moment's eternity

Now what?

Published by Sanket Rathod under , on Friday, August 08, 2008


Before even knowing I've won

Sadness, despair and disappointment

After actually winning

Now what?

O stranger

Published by Sanket Rathod under on Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Lead me O Stranger
To treachery and betrayal
If you must, or not.

Lead me O Stranger
To love and happiness
If you want, or not.

Leave me not O Stranger
Here, alone, stranded
If you could, I beg.

Stray Leaf in Love

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , on Saturday, July 05, 2008

I am a stray leaf in love
In love
With the wind that carries me
With the dust that accompanies me
With the sun that ages me
With the rain that decays me
With the road that ignores me
With the green grass that mocks me
With the seasons that lived and died with me
With the whirlwind that took pride in me
With the artist that immortalised me
With the rake that disposed me
With the fire that burnt me

Starry Dreams

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , on Sunday, April 27, 2008

Why are there stars
That have to be so far?
Why do they thus shine
And still be a part of night?

Why do I dream
For what I only can wish?
And why I have to wish
For what that's not just a dream?


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , on Monday, March 17, 2008

I walked on
Just for the fun of doing it.
Never knowing where to go.
And never wanting to.

And then you came
And made me want from life.
But that too came with a price
Of parting you.

You and I

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , , on Sunday, March 02, 2008

I look into the shadows.
I listen to the voice of night.
I feel the air crawling on my skin
As if choosing the right spot.
I taste the damp chill.
I smell Your presence.
And I know You have arrived.

I have felt it all before.
I have let You come and go.
I have sworn to forbid you
From presence and existence.
I have battled You and bled.
I have failed and fallen.
And here You come again.

I shut my eyes.
You lurk even closer.
I spread my arms and bar you
But too slow, too late.
I finally give up.
You win, You gloat.
We pounce.


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , , , on Thursday, January 31, 2008

Time runs faster here.
I know 'coz I'm always late.
There's always something to do
And yet I find time to miss you.

Days are longer here
I know 'coz night never falls.
Dinner's usually at midnight
But to me it's always twilight.

Jewellery, even of the minorest sorts,
I know no one here adorns.
Often yet I hears those sounds.
Bangles clinking. Anklets tinkling.

I don't have many friends here.
I know 'coz I never feel alone.
Still I long for that special warmth
A feeling of heart and past, it is now.

It's only the beginning of "here".
And I know 'coz I'm not tired.
The journey alone is, sure not much fun
But I have to reach the destination.


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , on Saturday, January 26, 2008

Pound, bang, slam, wham!
Not on the stereo, the music's in my head.
The world is spinning, or is it me?
I don't know and I don't care.

Everything stirs, blurs, whirrs!
Am I drugged or plain addicted
To this nonsense self-sufficient identity
That I think only I possess?

Try, smile, sigh, why?
You dunno how hard it is to decide.
Better to go into this lonely trance
And pretend to be on high.



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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