Sinner

perhaps, we weren't meant to bebut we were perhaps it was all an illusionbut we breathed together perhaps you cleared the air and nothing is leftbut the residue blurs my eyes yet you walk away now, preaching like a messiahbut you sinned too... Remember?

Yesterday’s Moon – 2

Walking barefoot on the grass, she feels the dew on her cheeks. She reads his coldness a thousand times. Hiding tears in the night, the moon watches her plight.He takes the ice in his malt and gulps it down to the heart. Frozen... it feels, ready to tear her apart. His hands shiver, as he...

Confessions

May be we shouldn't have confessedIt was a little more Love was not the word we useLove brought out our insecuritiesYou know how it feels when my head rests on your shoulderI know how it feels when you hold me nearerAnd that was enough May be we shouldn't have confessedIt was a little more Together...

Holding On

There is a space between the ribs. It is called emptiness. As hollow as it may seem, it is heavy. I carry it well on the outside but inside the pain is unbearable. I smile, I laugh, I push myself to smile till every muscle of my body tears apart. I may be the happiest...

हमें ना इश्क़ हो गया है

हमें ना इश्क़ हो गया हैअक्सर बातों बातों में बात ही भूल जाते हैंफिर जब याद आती है बात, तो कह नहीं पाते हैंहमें ना इश्क़ हो गया हैसुबह गुलाबी आसमान की सिलवट समेट किताबों के पन्नों में छुपा देते हैंफ़िर दिन भर उन्ही पन्नों में के बीच वो पल ढूंढते रह जाते हैहमें ना...

The Lonely Cloud

Dusted on my horizonThe lonely cloud peeps into my dawnEmbedded into the sky It hums a lonely song'Mornings are to smile,' I say'Mornings are fun'It smiles into my sleepy eyesAnd says no words... none.'You are the lonely cloud, I have heard your stories.''Oh but I am not lonely you see, I am just one.'-Vibha

Rumi’s Sin

The moon haunts,Reminding werewolf tales Of broken hearts beyond repairGuilty as chargedTrapped in dutiful knotsSelfish souls breathing in scarsLiving Rumi's sinOf finding beyond nowhereA field in their names to share. Many star crossed lovers have believed in Rumi's quote and hoped of being one with eachother beyond the world's boundaries. Many have lost hope, have...

UnPeopling

Friendship Day some twenty years back. Pa got me this dress during our trip to Goa in February 2002. Mom objected, but she objected to everything in her attempt to keep me down to earth. I think she succeeded some bit in the long run. But back then her success ratio was negligible. I would...

Tied

trapped in unwritten consuetude of beauty, to impress ogling eyes as if born to be tied in silk nets, intricately designed. “This  fine silk to touch your skin,  so divine” she falls for his words, ignorant in love of his evil mind. her spirit ready to bloom her wings ready to cover the sky bit...

A Song and the Earworm Phenomenon

I have been trying my hand at lyric writing. A few words flow and then I lose myself to the tune. Music has always been a part of my life, thanks to my Pa. He introduced us to the Sound of Music and Boney-M. I don't recall him ever having played any instrument, he was...