Writers Pouch

In an unprincipled world, people dance to the rhythm of the monkey drum, played by those with influence.

Exploring the crevices between the white & the black, the grey area, where most of us practically live.

​​Did you ever witness families where girls are a burden? Did you ever notice parents prioritising boys over girls?

A youngster who steps into reality is often tricked into believing in the pretences that most people show on their faces.

It starts with realising that progression is more important than perfection & comprehending that it’s never too late to blend.

If a mountain were an old man, what could anyone learn from him? What could we learn from such a presence?

Hope is like an oasis when sought but is nothing more than a mirage when desired, and we fall for it.

This poignant poem traces the arc of a love that begins with a connection and innocent excitement, only to falter under the pressures of change, fear, and unmet expectations.

Rarely does love end with the same sweetness it started. Often, it ends with tainted memories and a bitter taste.

A writer talks about his desires, hurdles, opinions, judgment, and most of all being himself at the expense of his readers.

Often, life knocks us down when we least expect it. A sense of betrayal seeps into us when this happens. However, that is exactly when we should be our own captain, focus and take steps forward.

“Who am I?” is a question many thinkers have pondered for centuries. Of the many answers given and still being given, here is one from a poet.

Stuck in life and consumed by fear of living in a bizarre world, an unheard soul is left with no hope.

Hold on to your dreams, act on them and act consistently. Those who do are the high-flyers, and within all of us is the potential to do it.

Life is a game; either you play it or let others play it for you. There is no other way, or there never was.