Still You

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

The Morning After

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Yesterday’s Moon

The night silently creeps into life revealing secrets of daydreams that tremble in the heart. Secrets, people say hide in the dead of the night but it is a myth. Clandestine love shivers. Unsure of the night's intent the beating hearts camouflage their deals in the glow of the city lights hoping to be together...