A world of words, stories and reflections
sounds of springecho on my window- repriseThere are two hanging nests in my balcony (bought) and one made by laughing doves. The laughing doves are frequent tenants and I have seen many nestlings fly off my patio. My boy and I have named some of the doves and we strongly believe that it is the... Continue Reading →
I have finally stopped trying to heal...I just hope for my soulPoetry may be my solace from myselfBut in every crack of my heart... You still be - Vibha
Somedays I wish to be lose my way into timeAnd find the way to this time magic shopTo fill my bag with sprinkles of magic dustAnd some chiffon wings for my wanderlustA slice of moon for the Cheshire smileSome saturn rings for concealing the catty eyesAnd if my bag is yet to fillI will shop... Continue Reading →
The year of romance for any book lover in Delhi NCR starts in January with the World Book Fair. This year it was delayed and happened in the month of love February. Yesterday, my boy and I, visited the World Book Fair. It was after two years that we headed towards our bookish heaven all... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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?
Through The Coloured Glass 