Rain … Old Friend

It is 1 a.m and sleep eludes me. I haven't slept properly for three whole nights and today I get a chance but I am wide awake. It is raining heavily. It is my kind of weather. Of course it is winter rain so I can't get drenched even though I want to. The mist...

Justice Is Served

It has been a long time since I wrote a morning ten-minute rant. But for the past couple of days, the pot is boiling in my head and the stock simmering just ready to bubble out. Today the boiling point was reached and here I am.  I don't know if God is a man or...

सिगरेट

जानती हो, तुम उस सिगरेट की तरह हो जिसे मुँह से लगाओ तो ज़हर है और दूर रखो तो तड़प पास आती हो ललचाने के लिए और फिर खुद ही कह जाती हो 'तुम्हारे दिल के लिए अच्छी नहीं मैं' काम में उलझा लेता हूँ खुद को तुम्हारी याद को दिन भर की परेशानियों में...

Healed not Mended

Many things remain between the truth and the lies we liveJust like the cut that goes through the heartThe cut that can't be mended. Healed yes... but not mended.As it will remain.The waves of the sea heal, the mist of the mountain heals,A long conversation with a friend heals But nothing can mend. For the...

Choose Well

Choices ... How does one define the right choices? The things of course, can be chosen based on colour, shape, size blah blah. But the choices that define us, the choices that can make or break the life path we follow... How do we define the right choice? In a lifespan over forty years the...

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...