Back after 6 years

Remembrance came from somewhere, landed in my lap and again felt to write. If someone still visit here…do you remember me?

Friends, I am moving to a new wordpress andwon’t be writing anymore on “Sunet – just a rusted sunrise”. I will drop-by in your blog world soon ๐Ÿ™‚

Hope you all are doing good!!

By-mistake, if any of you is in love with my writing, please drop me a message for my new site ๐Ÿ™‚


unlike her quiet silent morning song

this morning

the rain came with lyrical spring song

full of those gusty innocent smiles

and every tear like a bubble vanished

as if her life started loving rain even more

she carried each rain drop with perfection

and kept in her asylum of cloudy heart

not always you live for big things in life

but for the smallest thing

like for a rain drop

and to feel the greatest glory of God

and in the end

when purple melancholy was broken

with bright perfect love of sunshine

every rain drop in her heart

wrapped itself so perfectly

that it seemed

nothing has even been touched by her heartbeats


Just a thought….

You don’t feel lonely when no-one is there but you feel lonely when you need and expect someone to be with you and that someone never takes a turn towards you.

Random Week Ramblings!

It really feels so great sometimes when you are in silence with the world, not bothering about what noises are saying about you. And you are a complete chatterbox with yourself. I am loving this feeling. It has given me confidence and happiness.

  • Few days back my mom told me about the condition of my grandpa. He is in his late eighties and suffering from some or the other kind of old age illness now. He got blood clot in the brain and few months back when I had gone to my native, he was having a bad time with his heart. When I saw him, I hugged him so tightly for death to surrender. I can count on my fingers the number of occasions we have talked. And now I am scared to see my life’s journey. I know with this growing age I won’t be having everyone with me. There won’t be anyone in my life to whom I can call grandpa. Sometimes you feel, it isn’t the time spend in the relationship that makes it strong, there is some other thing also. And I am missing him now.
  • Finally I enrolled myself into Reikhi class. I am really happy for this ๐Ÿ™‚
  • The weekend was dedicated to Spa and Parlor. First time I am realizing the importance of money after visiting spa… ๐Ÿ™‚
  • My office is shifted to different building with new project. Although I rarely know people here and but I am enjoying this invisibility. It is a different feeling when you are among strangers.
  • I have grown my nails. Doesn’t it feel beautiful to see your manicured hands ๐Ÿ™‚
  • Friends are still the heartbeats for my happiness. I am really a sucker for this happiness. The moments that hold our songs sung together, the candle night dinner that we landed into, gossips about each and everyone, the gifts, the teasing………….all these have become myย favorite memories. Somewhere you realize……..

You say someone:

~ Is a paradox.
~ Is an enigma.
~ Is wired weirdly.
~ Is a madcap.

But you believe someone:

~ Is a good friend.
~ Is a Godsend.
~ Is one who connects.
~ Is humility, humour, honesty personified

~~ And thatโ€™s when you want to start believing in *good Karma ~~

Read these lines somewhere. Cheers to friendship!!!

Happy Women’s Day!!! ๐Ÿ™‚


there is still dark at the end of the tunnel
am i blind?…………may be!
but i am sure
to be growing blind with each passing day
here each moment create ripples
and i, a sucker of crests
lands in troughs
a fight then begins to drown me
inside my own mysteries
that you created inside me
but the candle that you lighted
inside the dark tunnel
is still glowing
happy as butterfly
shinning as golden twilight in purple haze
the glow makes me to remember our stories
and honestly, I don’t remember what we talked
do we?
but tell me what we talk about when we talk?
inept in giving excuses
i want to tell you
I am always made to believe
i am not wrong
even for the mysteries
that never happened
so I still hold the candle with your memories
thinking you are the right to happen in my life
but the flame just dances
keeping time to hide in waves
flickering mysteries of our memories
not bothering what all I want to say
ranging and roving
but steady, full of mirth
just like escaped you….


Sometimes I feel as if all the scratches left by the time has been rubbed. I am now a free, happy fully contented tranquil soul. But few days back, it so happened that I felt to tell everything to one of my friend. We are good friends but after his marriage limits appeared in our relationship. The time we used to spend together, our gossips, our roaming, everything condensed. Anyways every relationship changes with time and it is best to change ourselves accordingly. I don’t know what made me to share everything with him and one day I told him everything about the latest happenings in my life. He didn’t say anything…..no words to soothe you! Just nothing! But he just kept his hand on my head. I love when others keep their hands on my head. I felt so weak and felt how much still I need care and support of someone. I still haven’t grown-up to face everything alone what my life has to offer. I just wanted to hug him there only, on the road and wanted to cry on his shoulder. But I saw the space that time has created. And I continued to walk like a programmed robot.

A thought……

Sometime I just wish that I would have told everything about my life to everyone and I would have enough strength not to repent later for what all I did.

Smile of the sky :)

Even if I can never able to see what your eyes say

but I can feel that your smile says everything

telling me how special I am in your life

Isn’t it?

Pic taken from my PG….. today’s moon!


i have always seen

our footsteps marked on sand

with rusted sunset holding our breath.

and now

when i go alone on that seashore

i always find your footmarks

on turning back

those tidal waves still caress them

as if you are their child

or may be they have their own way

of remembering who once stepped with them.

in same need as God of love

i also want to lay my steps

on those marked steps of yours

but every time those tidal waves

throw me high up in the air

where my heart chokes

with thoughts of meeting the horizon

……may be i was an unwelcome guest in your life

or……may be welcomed one but I overstayed

Sometimes i wonder

what if i again see you somewhere

in that shade of rusted sunset!

will then we still be presuming

being ‘US’ is a mistake

or we would have accepted

it doesn’t matter to our lives!

….but tell me once

which is more worse?