By Ishaan.

Hello there,

You may not know me,

But I –

I see you,



The forgettable face in an overcrowded metro.

The introvert in my class,

Whose name I shall never know.

The ignored idealist. 

The strayed believer.

The hopeless lover. 

The pained proletarian.

Yet another unremembered citizen,

Of this little big world.


To defy death.


To leave that indelible mark,

That transcends time.  

Oh, don’t we all? 


Billions came,

And billions left. 

Yet, as the centuries turned,

Never has anyone,

This world, in it’s transient memory, 


Into nonchalance, they all eventually recede. 

Like strangers and one night stands.

Some might linger a little longer,

But it always eventually ends. 

So, cease,

‘O’ faceless maverick. 

Don’t overstrain yourself.

Like every dark night,

Cedes way,

Onto a brighter day. 

I know you too,

Shall find a way,


If there’s one thing,

From my father,

I learn’d,

The clock once pass’d,

Can never be turned. 

Each passing second,

Is a second burn’d. 

So, hold up. 

Grab your breath.


Languish in the grief.

Revel in the glee.

Each passing day,

Is a day, you shall never see


So, Relish,

Don’t Rage. 



Everything sways,

To the tides of change. And-

Even the darkest day,

Is still a day. 

So worry not, ‘O’ maverick,

Everything always falls into place someday. 

I know, you too, 

Like all else,

Shall find your way. 


o brother!
i know the news of our nation,
makes you anxious. watching-
the land you graced as your own,
maligned by majoritarian testaments;
or your own kin, slain-
for their choice of-
taqiyah, turban or vestaments,
unnerves you. as you offer,
your prayers today, i hope-
you pray for them, and-
silently remember,
to raise your brethren better!

o sister!
as you walk down the aisle,
adorning a grand dress-
a salwar, gown or lehenga,
i hope you remember,
of so many others, like you-
who met a very different fate. dragged-
though the same aisle,
that you today tread on,
and put through a forced ringed ordeal,
i shall not be afraid to call-
simply because her social groom was-
cast out of the same caste dye,
as her own consanguine race.
as you take your vows today,
i hope you avow to sire the next generation better,
no, you don’t have to say it aloud.
merely abide by it,
for your conscience’s sake.

and all the privileged members,
of the majority masses!
i hope you remember, that-
rama is the hero of his epic,
because he stood for his ideals,
not because he demolished,
some demon king. so-
every time you chant his name,
I hope you take it to make peace,
not prejudice. for-
nothing shall elate a king better,
than to see his subjects break bread,
as brothers.

you see, the change starts with you,
and it shall never start,
until you do. for-
if little drops of water,
can make the mighty ocean;
we are a collective of 1.38 billion,
empowered individuals.
it’ll surprise you-
what a little effort from each one,
could do.