The Wasps

  It was raining cats and dogs outside. She was fidgeting with her fingers from quite some time. They were in a state-run bus and the water from the window was splashing against her cheeks every now and then. Two wasps were continuously struggling to get out of the rubber lining of the window pane….

Carry me, like I do.

    I hope you carry a piece of me within you…. Like I do. I know you’ll go beyond the mountains and beneath the sea. To conquer the worlds for the world to see I ask of you to do it for yourself for you feel for it. I ask you not to fly…

2015: A teacher in disguise.

  2015 is almost over. A day left, may be? 364 days went by and I realized the end just few days back. And like usual, I realized it when I felt that it had changed me in a certain way, like I had never thought I would.  It’s not one day or a moment…

Raat ke andhere mein, chameli ki mehek jaisi thi woh…..Raynaa.

Rat ki chaandni me woh aur bhi zada khubsurat lagne lagti thi. Jab wo apne sunehre baaal  hawa ke jhaunkon sath jhhtaka karti thi, toh gali me dil-fek ashiqon ki maano baadh si ajati thi. Har somvar ko jab wo chhat pe radio ki dhun par aankhein band karke, halka sa muskura ke, kuch yaha…

Raynaa- Kadwaahatt

A story of an old man, who regrets what he did not do when he had time for it, who is an angry old man for the folks around, he who is a subject of fear and trepidation for children and suspicion for others. This is a story about every possible emotion one might go through in his life, woven in a series of few chapters. And here goes the first chapter-Kadwaahatt

And, the saga of ‘her’ unrequited love ends here…

That night 2 crazy friends did something crazy. The friendship got stronger. The fear of loss went away. The world turned more beautiful…..And the love for life returned. This was ‘her’ and her saga of loving someone endlessly to moving-on to her new happy life.

Healing Mode: On

It’s been 2 years now that they had exchanged a word. The orchard that was once blossomed with their laughs and wit is now barren with the cactus of emptiness dwelling in it. She was working with an ad agency by now and he was taking care of his family business. They didn’t talk, didn’t…

Silwatein…

  Tumhari thi ya meri, Naa jane kiski thi, Jahan se tumhari mehek halki halki si barish mein, halki halki si mitti ki khushboo ke sath milakr aya karti thi… Jo mujhmein bhi ek bheeni si mehek chhor jaya karti thi, Wo silwatein. Ab yaad araha tha, Ki kis tarha tum sote waqt humesha, apne…

Ab ke hum bichhde, toh shayad kabhi khwabon me milein….

Yaad hai aj bhi wo din jab Journalism ka bida sir par uthaya tha. Marxism aur Foucault, sab bouncer sa jar raha tha. Laga tha kaise rahenge 3 saal jab 3 ghante kattna hain mushkil, Bas Air Conditioner devta ji ki krapa thi jo apna theherne ka irada banaya tha. Kuch dost bane, toh kuch…

Chills in my body: October Night

Originally posted on Kalam:
The night is cold, it’s chilly. It’s October. The wind is chilling; it is turning cold after every hour of night. When I went on the terrace, it was just like any other evening. Now when I write this on the terrace at 2, in the midst of all the silence…

He wasn’t a villain in her life. He was a savior in disguise.

Ishq par zor nahi, hai yeh wo aatish Ghalib… Jo lagaye na lage, Jo bujhaye na bujhe. …..As she sits with an ink pen and a slightly wet piece of paper, he waits for her to forget him, forever. Both of them were good friends. She considered him her best friend, he did not and he…

Creator and her Creation

 You read a poem, a prose, you drown in the sea of emotions, you like it, you fall in love with it. You mug it up, consume it for yourself and leave it! You know something, no art piece, a text or a music composition could be made magnificently amazing unless it doesn’t involve some colour…