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

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...

Skeletons of the Past

I have lived my life in phases. Of course, the writing phase never went out of style but I have had my share of quirky phases (continue to do so in a controlled environment) and I was never embarrassed to carry them along.I have had my ink blue nail paint phase, my kolhapuri chappal phase,...

The Last Pages of a Class Notebook

I had this supposedly bad habit of doodling or scribbling on the last page of the notebook during class. By middle school I was sitting in the middle benches and by high school I was a back bencher but my academic prowess did not match my choice of seat. The reason I chose the last...

A Little Less of Me

With so many roles to play, there is always a little less of me. I wonder if I lived in that little girl who smiled wide standing by the sea, knowing she was the perfect one to be clicked. I wonder if I lived in that school girl who was fiercely loyal to her cult...

Salt & Peppered Prayer

whispering into my window first rays of the sun wakes me to dustlight of memories undone   echoes through the morning cacophony of our laughter mixed with rusty creaking bicycles unsplashed puddles fragrant with earth petrichor reminders linger in the air   broken pencils, ink drained out of pens artificial worlds connecting few some time...

एक खिड़की मेरे नाम करना

जब एक रोज हार जाऊं मैं इस हाथ भर के तमाशे से जब जिस्म भी उठते उठते दोपहर कर दे जब आवाज कानों में गूँज कर बिखर जाये और बारिश भी रज़ाई की याद दिलाए उस मोड़ पे ज़िन्दगी के एक बात यही तुम याद रखना भूले बिसरे से अपने घर में एक खिड़की मेरे...

यादों का मोहल्ला

भूला बिसरा सा एक मोहल्ला कुछ यादों के जमघट जैसा, बचपन का सा शोर उठा था कहीं हँसी, कहीं खटपट जैसा। लाख भुलाएँ नहीं भूलेंगे रंगों से भरी बैठक की दीवार पेड़ों का झुरमुट बना कर जब बंद कमरे में आयी बहार। उलझे हुए से किस्से कुछ एक बूढ़ी दादी बालों संग सुलझा गई, वो...

Perfect Moment

I haven't written Flash fiction in a long long time. Just tried my hand at it once again... Perfect Moment It is very difficult to create a scene you want to live in life; a perfectly curated scene straight away taken out of dreams. For everyone once in a lifetime needs that moment which fills...

Worth the Wait

Rummaging through memories, hidden somewhere deep within, I wander through the by lanes of my being. I am not really the one I was but I cannot completely change. Every time I look at my son, I realize how every bit of a person he is... but somewhere he is me. I am a very...